“Good, good,” I said and then because I wasn’t thinking properly, I added, “Have you ever sexted?”
“Sexted?” Her eyes were wide. “Like, sexy texts?”
“Yeah, have you ever sent sexy texts or videos?”
“No … no, I haven’t. Have you?”
“No.” I laughed. “Never have something that can be used against you.” I paused. “What about livestream dirty chat?” I asked her, feeling risqué.
“Livestream dirty chat?”
“Yeah, like talking dirty on FaceTime when it isn’t recorded,” I said, not really sure where I was going with the conversation.
“No.” She shook her head. “You?”
“I’ve thought about it, but no.” This was the first time I’d thought about it, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. “I’ve heard some people even have phone sex live.”
“Wow,” she said, and I watched as she got back into her bed. “I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah.” I settled back into my sheets and turned the light off. “Can you still see me?”
“Yeah, you’re darker but I can see you.” She turned her light off as well, but I could still see her face illuminated by her screen light.
“Have you ever had phone sex?” I asked her and she shook her head lightly.
“No, you?”
“No,” I said. “You were wrong by the way. Earlier. So wrong.”
“Wrong about what?” she asked me and I watched her licking her lips nervously.
“About my cock. It’s not like a pencil.”
“Really?” She smiled. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
“Oh, yeah?” I teased her, as I felt my cock growing harder. I reached down and readjusted it in my boxers.
“It felt pretty skinny to me.”
“It’s the opposite of skinny.”
“Sure it is.” She giggled.
“I’ll show you if you don’t believe me.”
“Yeah, right. I don’t believe you.”
Then, maybe because I was tired or horny or whatever, I did something I’d never done before. I pulled down my boxer shorts and repositioned my phone so that she could see my cock, hard and upright.
“Oh my, Jeff, what are you doing?” she squealed into the phone as I repositioned it back to my face.
“I was proving to you how big I am. A man has to maintain his—”
“Jeff!” She cut me off. “I cannot believe you just showed me your penis.”
“Show me a breast,” I said, feeling daring, but she just shook her head. The alcohol had really gone to my head. I was feeling very daring and horny as fuck.
“No way,” she said, but she seemed hesitant.
“Are you turned on right now?” I was about to ask her something else when my doorbell rang.
“Who’s that?” Her eyebrows furrowed. “Who are you expecting at two a.m.?”
“No one.” I got out of bed and headed to the front door. “Hold on.” I walked through my apartment with the phone in my hand. I opened the front door and there stood Veronica, wearing a sexy smile on her face and a long trench coat.
“Surprise.” She opened the coat so that I could see that she was naked underneath.
“I got to go,” I said into the phone quickly and hung up, hoping that Betsy had not gotten a show of Veronica standing there.
“Why, hello there, happy to see me?” Veronica grinned as she stepped into the hallway and stared down at my cock. I’d forgotten to put my boxers back on and was now standing naked in front of her, my cock hard and standing to attention. She dropped to her knees and looked up at me with a grin. “Why, hello there, Mr. Officer, it’s good to see you again.” She leaned forward and was about to take me into her mouth when I pushed her away and pulled her up.
“Close your coat,” I said sharply, as I looked down and saw her landing strip. She had come fully groomed and prepared. For one brief second, I considered letting her blow me and possibly fucking her to get rid of my blue balls, but I knew that I didn’t want her. I also knew that even though I wasn’t looking for a relationship with anyone, that whatever feelings I had for Betsy would be forever ruined if I fucked another woman right now. Though as I thought about it, maybe that would be for the best. Maybe I could just fuck Veronica from behind and pretend she was Betsy and that way, there would be no chance of me ruining my friendship with Nolan, but then Veronica reached out to touch my chest and I recoiled at her fingers on my skin. There was no way that I could ever think of her as Betsy. She wasn’t Betsy and never would be. I could feel my cock shrinking in her presence and knew that I was going to have to turn her down bluntly once and for all.
Chapter 6
Betsy
“Oh, hell no, that skank did not show up at his place with a trench coat on. What a ho!” Jules was indignant as she shouted into the phone. While I was happy for her support, I truly hoped she wasn’t letting everyone in her office hear our conversation.
“Yes, she did.” I was standing behind the counter in the bakery shop, waiting for two elderly women to decide what type of tea they wanted to drink. I knew it was unprofessional to still be on the phone while they were in line, but I couldn’t tear myself away. “And yes, she is. I always heard the rumors but never really believed them.”
“So, do you think he had sex with her?” Jules whispered loudly, and I sighed.
“I don’t know.” I turned my face to the side. “He seemed like he was in the mood.” I said under my breath, not having told Jules that Jeff had shown me his cock. I still couldn’t believe it, and I wondered where the conversation would have gone if his doorbell hadn’t rung. He’d asked me to show him a boob, and while I’d fully intended to say no, I knew I could have been talked into it.
“She’s
