The Rules of Dating My Best Friend's Sister(44)

“Hi.”

“Hello, my love. This is a nice surprise. I didn’t expect to hear from you until tonight.”

“Well, I’m sort of…needy…and I thought maybe you could help me take care of that need.”

“Oh? What is it that you need?”

I sighed. God, he didn’t take a hint too well. “I need…an orgasm, Warren.”

“An orgasm?”

“Yes, I was thinking maybe we could…you know, have phone sex.”

He was quiet for a few heartbeats too long. “I’m not sure how good at that I’ll be. I’m not even very good at Zoom calls for work, Laney. What were you thinking this would entail, because I have a haircut appointment in forty-five minutes.”

Oh my God. I was sooo frustrated. “Warren, fuck your haircut. I need you.”

“Okay, okay. You don’t have to get so angry about it. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

What I want you to do is not need to be told what to do. “I don’t know…maybe talk dirty to me? I’m going to take off my pants and put my hand in my underwear, and you tell me what you would do to me if we were together.”

“Should I remove my trousers as well?”

“I don’t know! Do whatever you think, Warren!”

“Okay, okay. I’ll leave them on.”

“Great.” I unbuttoned my jeans, pushed them down my legs and stepped out. “I’m going to put you on speaker so I can use both hands.”

“Okay.”

I hated that he sounded so wary. Nonetheless, I got into bed, hit the speakerphone button and closed my eyes as I slipped my hand into my panties.

“I’m ready. Tell me what you’d do to me if you were here.”

“Okay, well, I’d kiss you first.”

I ran my fingers up and down my center. “Okay, then what?”

“Then I’d kiss your breasts.”

“Okay…”

“Then I guess I’d probably touch you between your legs. Rub you.”

Finally. “Go on...”

“Next, I’d insert a digit inside you.”

My eyes flashed open. “A digit, Warren? Really? Can’t you use a sexier word?”

“What would you like me to use?”

“Finger, Warren. Finger fuck me.”

“Okay. Well, I’d stick one finger in and move it around a bit. Then I’d add a second one. Before we go any further though, what word would you like me to use for the male genitalia? There are so many choices there.”

Grrrr. This was a bad idea. “You know what, Warren. I’m not really in the mood after all. Why don’t you get ready for your haircut.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I was just…trying to have a little fun. But I shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that.”

“Well, if you’d like, I can work on some things I might say to better prepare for next time. Maybe we can schedule a call for one evening this week, so I have time to get ready.”

I smiled sadly. “Yeah, sure. Sorry if this was weird.”

“I’ll call you later?”

“Yep. Have a good day.”

After we hung up, I still had pent-up frustration. So rather than get dressed, I slipped my hand back inside my panties, closed my eyes, and began to rub my clit. Sadly, the silence was better than Warren’s version of dirty talk. After a few minutes, I found my rhythm, and my mind started to drift back to the hot dream I’d had about Holden last night. Rather than fight it anymore, I pushed my fingers inside myself and let my imagination take over. It felt good. Really good, even. Riding Holden. Oh yeah. Harder. That’s it… I was sooo close. Until…

Someone knocked.

And not on my front door.

On my bedroom door!

“Lala? Are you in there?”

Holden.

My eyes flared wide, and I froze.

Oh my freaking God!

Locked in fear, I stayed quiet.

“Lala?” Knock. Knock. “Are you in here?”

My heart pounded as I held my breath, waiting for him to walk away.

After thirty seconds of silence, I thought he might’ve…until the doorknob started to turn.

Oh shit! I jumped up on the bed and dove at the door as it opened. It worked. The door slammed shut. Only Holden’s fingers were still inside.

“Fuck!” he screamed.

“Oh my God!” I yanked the door open. “Holden, are you okay?”

His other hand grabbed the fingers that had been stuck in the door. “What the hell, Lala?”

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t dressed and I…I screwed up.”

Holden’s fingers were already swelling and turning purple.

“Go put ice on them. I’ll be right there.”

I frantically dressed and met Holden in the kitchen, where he sat with a bag of frozen broccoli against his hand.

“Do you think they’re broken? Should we go to the hospital?”

Holden flexed his fingers with a wince. “They’ll be fine. I can move ’em. They’re just throbbing.”

“I feel awful. I had no idea you were in the apartment.”

“I told you I was going to come fix the shower today. You didn’t hear my music?”