Theater Meeting (Part 1)

One show finished to great success, if you can count "selling out" a success when you only set-up 24 chairs per show.  But that's OK, it was a small cast, small show, and the actors were all very talented.  The goal was putting on the production, learning the ropes, testing out a new theater, not making money.

Making money in small local theater is never, can't ever be the main goal, because you never make money.

Ever.

My goal, was to flex my set design muscles, get a credit on my resume, and be around her.

Always around her.  That's always the goal.

Sure, at the end she'll give me a $50 gift card and a long hug, but that's just a bonus.

She texted and asked when I wanted to start planning our next show, her next show really.  She was the producer, backer, director, and lead actress. 

"When do you want to meet?" she texted?

"Thursday at lunch," I replied, "or Friday after work. Will Dave be coming?"

Dave was her long-time boyfriend, 10 years her senior, a replacement father figure for a lonely woman who lost her dad to a drunk driver at 11 years old.  Her mom was great, but never fully recovered.  Dave was a nice guy, too old for her, another theater groupie who knew what to say when she was lonely.

"Dave's in Colorado with his brother on their annual fishing trip."

I laughed as I thought about my response.  Dave had never fished a day in his life.  He went to Colorado, smoked pot, talked shit, and went to strip clubs and blew what little money he had for "fishing." I think she knew he didn't fish much, he never brought back pictures from the boat, just the dock at the lack, that looked staged AF.

"I can't do Friday," I wrote, "Thursday works for me.  Carol's downtown all this week, so we can work on the patio while I grill your asparagus"  

As a vegan, she brought her own food everywhere and I learned not to put my chicken on her side of the grill.

She didn't write back for a bit, her job at the amusement park kept her busy.

At midnight, her text came through.  "Thursday is fine."

Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday dragged on.  I could have met all week, but I knew that she got lonely without David, and it paid off.

I dropped her a note Wednesday after dinner, "Still on for tomorrow?"

"Yes" she replied, "What should I wear?"

"Of your own free will?" I asked. Consent was her kink.

"Of my own free will."

"Sun dress, no bra, thin white panties, the blue sandals I like."  I hit SEND.

"As you wish." she said, quoting her favorite movie.

"No" I wrote back, "Answer correctly."

I could see the dots blink, stop, then blink again, until her message lit up my phone.

"As I wish."

"12:30," I wrote back, "Don't knock, go through the gate, sit at the patio table."

I turned off my phone, went into the bedroom, and made love to my wife.  She appreciated my extra passion.

"That was nice," she said, "now I have something to think about at work tomorrow."

I slid out of her, warmed up a washcloth, and cleaned her up.  Kissing softly, we said our goodnights and fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~~

I woke up, kissed my wife goodbye, logged in to work, pretended to be productive, and logged off at noon.  25 minutes later, the patio was clean, the table washed, the clean water of the fountain bubbled quietly next to the fence. I stepped into the house, poured some ice water, and waited.

Precisely at 12:30, I heard her car pull up, the gate opened, closed, and she came into view through the sliding patio doors. She laid out her production notebook, laid out some fabric swatches, her design sketches, and waited patiently.  She was as talented as she was beautiful, and always came prepared.

I adjusted myself, not hiding, but minimizing the growing shaft in my shorts, and opened the door.  

She stood up, opened her arms, and I gave her a long hug.  Ten seconds into our embrace, she adjusted her arms and pulled me closer, pressing her chest to mine, and I did the same.  No longer a hub, but a true embrace, I held her close, buried my head in her beautiful red hair, and kissed her skin.

We stepped back, held hands, and smiled at each other.

"I like your outfit." I said.

"That makes me happy." she replied, "shall we?"  She sat down and bent toward the table and her notebooks, knowing full well that I would look down the neckline of her dress, confirming her obedience to my request.

Her small breasts, bare, tight, were mostly nipple, an A-cup on a good day, she was the sexy girl you tried to keep up with during a 10K race.  You couldn't ever keep up, but the view from behind was just as good until she pulled away and decimated the men and the women in her age group.

I sat next to her and we got to work.

Her designs were beautiful, but impractical to build on her budget, so was always met in the middle.  Fewer trap doors, more moving walls, a window that would drop in from the ceiling instead of stage left, a movable gauze curtain that defined the rift between the husband and wife in the story.  she found wonderful, personal, very human scripts.  She had no interest in lasers or car crashes or murder.  She preferred the quiet killing of broken hearts and frozen relationships.  

When she put down her pen and closed her notebook, I knew she was done with work.

"A drink," she said, "Please."

I stepped into the kitchen, poured a tall glass of water. When I returned, a pair of thin cotton panties were laid out perfectly smooth on the table, the bright white sparkled against the dark wood grain of the table.

I looked down at her and she avoided my gaze.

"Look at me." I whispered.

She looked up, her green eyes had the shine of tears unshed.

I wiped away the tears with the pad of my thumbs.

"Stand." I said.

She obeyed.

I took the panties from the table, kneeled before her, and slipped them up over her strong thin legs.  She lifted her skirt and I saw her freshly waxed labia for a moment until she moved her thighs wider, allowing her panties back into place.

I smoothed out the waistband, pulled gently on the fabric, and settle the thong deep between her cheeks, and let her skirt fall back into place.

"Look at me." I said again.

At 5'8" our eyes met, our bodies aligned, and I could feel her breathing on my chest.

"Why?" she asked quietly.

"Because you have tears in your eyes." I whispered in her ear, inhaling her scent.

"That's not your fault," she said, lifting her face to match mine, "I want this."

"Go inside, wash up, take a drink, pause for a moment, then return with dry eyes and a clear head."

She lifted herself on to her toes and kissed me.  I returned the kiss and released her.

She walked past me, dragging her hand across the front of my shorts, and stepped into the house.  

I put her notebooks, sketches, pens, and swatches into her bag, ensured the side gate was closed, and sat in my chair and waited.

End Part One

 

Your delivery is on the way! The delivery driver is scheduled to arrive by 9:32 am and will leave your delivery at the door. Please keep your lights on, any driveway or porch areas clear and pets safely secured. Thanks for helping us keep everyone safe! I'm sitting at my desk, naked, doing email and occasionally cleaning part of the house. It is 9:30, my delivery arrives in 2 minutes. Do I get dressed? What if it's the cute Japanese girl from last week? What if it's Phillip, the wannabe comedian who tips the scale at 300+? What if it's Franki, the hot goth girl who was very nice next week? What should I do?

Old Friends

 I'm home alone this weekend.  Wife is off visiting family.

Last time she left, I rubbed myself raw watching all sorts of porn.  4 orgasms the 1st day, 3 the next, and 2 the morning before she got home.  It was awesome, and awful.  Awesome, because, well, 7 orgasms, awful, because they were all alone.

I'm not in a position to find a mistress. That's not in the cards right now, and all my on-line friends have moved on, and good for them.

This isn't a new topic for me, so my apologies for being redundant.

With guaranteed privacy, I've been going through my old photos, pictures sent to me by women, who, at the time, were wonderfully intimate friends.

Hours spent laughing and playing together, the thrill of meeting a couple of terrific friends in person, a lost opportunity for a kiss, and a bullet dodged (perhaps) when a threesome invitation fell through, and a shared orgasm in a hotel room with one of my longest and dearest friends.

I don't have all the picture I collected over the years.  One friend specifically asked me to delete them, so I did.  I regret that now.  I miss her. 

And that's the nature of online life, a moment of resolve deletes hundreds of emails, dozens of pictures, and they are gone.

I found a whole series of chat texts with a friend from work.  I think I know who they were with, but the texts don't narrow it down.  I had two very close friends at this job, and I've obviously used a code name for her in the texts, so, which one was it?  AL or my boss's secretary?  Perhaps a full reading will help figure it out.

I also have several fantastic audio files, orgasmic masturbation recordings of intense pleasure, the eroticism lost because I can't remember who sent them.  Tragic and disrespectful, I know, but I never dared tag them with real names as to maintain some sense of privacy. Without knowing who is behind the voice, they are sexy, but not powerful, a strange revelation.

A few are perfectly identifiable, at least to me.  I have pictures and video and wonderful memories.  She left years ago, stopped blogging and resolved to "never be someone's #2 again."  I probably had a hand in her leaving.  She was my #2. I have a wife, kids, like many of us here.  She and I were long and involved friends, voice mail, shared orgasms across the miles, tears and laughter, but never #1 for each other.  I miss her too.

I did delete a set of pictures last night, I forgot I even had them.  A funny and cute girls who turned out, after she sent me a picture of her on her high school volleyball team, to be underage.  17, yes, but still not legal.  Those got deleted right away, though today, she's easily 25-26 and I wonder how she is doing.

One set I cannot delete, my beautiful Canadian will always be with me.  Pictures, videos, travel photos, music she composed and music she sang.  I cannot lose her.  That would be too much.

I love my old friends.  I miss that life.  I miss you all.

Does porn bore you?

I might have shared this guy's work before, but he always cracks me up

November

Think I don't like

    Overly loud screaming

    Clips that start in the middle

Things I do like

    Stories

    Conflict

    Realistic Tension

    A script that holds on to the premise (if she's a 1st time lesbian, treat her like one)

Also, it looks like TUMBLR might have loosened the rules a bit. (Just a bit)

Good Morning

A text I want to send but can't.

ME:  I hope you are having a good day @ work.  I'm looking forward to dinner with the Andersons.

Her: Me too, we are on for 7:00, Sheri made reservations

ME: Tie?

Her: No, but long sleeve shirt

ME: I want to take a pill before we go.

Her: Seriously?  We don't have time.

Me: I want to make time.

Her: Why?

Me: Because I want to be dripping down your thigh as we walk into the restaurant.  I want you to catch your breath from tenderness when you sit down. I want to shake his hand with your fragrance on my skin. When you and Sheri inevitably visit the restroom together, I want her to see you wiping yourself clean.

Her: You are disgusting.

I know you think that, that's why I'll never send this text.

Today's 500 (really 2423)

You have to give me permission

To do what?

What ever it is you are about to ask me to do.

I don’t know what you are talking about.

Yes you do.  You are about to ask for a favor, I can feel it.

Why would I do that?

Because you husband is out of town and
you are wearing your yellow dress.

What does that have to do with anything?

You never wear panties under that dress.

How do you know that?

Because he told me.

He What?

He told me.  He tells me a lot of things.  He likes to brag.

About what?

About how hot you are, how good you are in bed

What else?

He tells me how much he misses you when you are gone.

Does he, you know…. While I’m gone?

Cheat on you?  No.

That’s not what I meant.

Be specific.

Does he, you know (imitates masturbation motions)

No, strangely enough, he doesn’t. That’s why
he’s always at the gym when you call him.

Maybe that’s why he’s losing weight. (Laughter)

Do you?

What?  I’m not going to tell.

Yes you are.  Do you masturbate while you are on the road?

Does my answer matter?

It does to me.

Why?

Because I like thinking about you doing it.

Doing what? (sarcastically)  Be Specific.

I like thinking about you masturbating, naked, spread, wet,
on a hotel bed, cumming, cumming again, and then,
spreading the slippery wet on your nipples as you play with them.

Oh. My

What’s wrong?  Didn’t you like my answer?

Why are you suddenly standing so close to me?

I didn’t move, you did.

No I didn’t, that would be inappropriate.

(Laughing) That is exactly what you are.

I don’t want to be.  I want to be a good girl.

Will you be “my” good girl?

I hate that phrase.

Why?

Because I’m not a girl.

What are you?

A woman.

What kind of woman?

A lonely woman.

Lonely?  I thought you two were pretty “active.”

Not enough

Be specific

You like that phrase, don’t you?

Yes. I like it when people use words.

What kind of words?

Accurate words. Honest words.

What do you want me to say?

You can say anything you want. I don’t direct anything.

Seriously?  That’s not what I’ve heard.

Heard? From who?

People

Which people.

Will you get mad at her?

No

Promise?

Promise. I put no restrictions on anyone. Including you. 
Feel free to share what you want with whomever you want.

Even him?

Him who?

Even my husband?

Is this something you want to share with him?

Kind of.

Does he know you are here?

No.

Why did you hide it from him? 
He’s my best friend.

That’s just it, isn’t it?  You are best friends,
you work together, what if this goes badly?

Will it?

Will you fuck off with all the questions? 
You really aren’t that deep, you know.

I don’t need to be deep, just honest,
open, and with full consent.

She told that consent is like a kink for you.

It is, in a way.  I like to hear my partners ask for things,
specific things.
I don’t want any misunderstandings,
accusations,
or bad feelings.

What if I feel bad afterward?

That is up to you, but it will never be because
I pressured you into anything.

Like what?

Ah, see, very tricky.  I’m not in the lead here. 
I am in charge, but not in the lead, do you understand?

I think so.

Nothing will happen that I don’t want to have happen,
but nothing will happen unless you ask for it. 
And see, now? You’ve taken another step closer. 
Shall I set your drink down?

Yes, thank you, it was delicious.  What was in it?

No alcohol, if you are asking. 
No intoxicant, no drugs,
just clear-headed
decision making.

I don’t think I’m thinking very clearly right now.

Then should we stop? Watch TV?
Discuss the Old Testament?

(Laughter)

No, but maybe some music.

Something slow?

Slow and sad or slow and sexy.

They are frequently both. True. How about this?

I like it, thanks.

You’ll have to take off your heels,
you are beautiful, but too tall for me.

You like it when I wear them.

How do you know?

You smile at me in church.

I smile at many people at church,
I’m happy to be there.

Especially since you have seen so many of us naked.

Horrible scandalous rumors. I say.
Sometimes I close my eyes.

Dance with me.

You smell wonderful, and yes,
I love you in your heels, but you fit so nicely
into my arms without them.

Hold me closer.

Tiny Dancer?

Yes, hold me tight. It feels nice

Yes, it does, doesn’t it?

Let’s just enjoy the music for a bit, eh?

That would be lovely….

 

Oh, I love this song.

So does my wife, they played it her sister’s wedding.

Can we not talk about her tonight?

My wife’s little sister?

(Laughter) No, your wife

Why not?

Am I betraying her?

No.

Does she know I’m here?

She knows I’m with a friend.  She never asks for names.

Does she mind?

No, we discussed it early on, her idea really,
caught me quite by surprise.

Do you two…?

Do we what?  You know the rules?

Do you and your wife have sex anymore?

On special occasions.

Like what?

The return of Halley’s Comet, the orbit of Pluto, those special days.

I’m sorry

Do not be. I have friends.

Like me?

Yes Dear, like you.

Spin me.

Like this?

(Laughter)

Well, I proved my assumption

Which one.

That you don’t wear panties under this dress.

No, I never do

Why not?

Because I don’t have to.

(Kiss)

That was lovely

(Kiss with a hint of tongue, teasingly bringing our mouths together)

Touch me

Where?

Do I have to tell you everything?

For now, yes.  Keeps us both safe.

Touch my ass.

You’ve been going to the gym?

Squeeze harder.

Wonderful

Both hands

Even better.

Spread me.

Ohhhh, I like that.

Me too….

 

Kiss me

(kiss)

Kiss me like you kiss Haley

(deeper kissing)

Do you fuck her?

Who?

Haley.

Does that matter/

Yes.

Why?

I want to know what she likes

Why?

You know.

Tell me

Because I want to fuck her too.

Really?  I assumed you already had.

Why?

Because of how she looks at you.

I know, it’s quite a rush.

Have you kissed her?

Not like this

(Hard, passionate kissing)

I don’t want tonight to be about her. 
Tonight is about you, us, right now, right here.

(I bite her neck)

Yesssss.

Whispering - What do you want?

Put your hands under my dress

Your skin is flawless

Spread me

Wider

Harder

Yessss, you are catching on.

Touch me

Catching herself

Touch me deep.

Like this?

Fuck yes… he never touches me there.

He never touches this tight

Gasp

Little

Gasp

Hole?

No, never, push hard, I want to feel it.

Inside?

Yes

Yes, please

How far?

                                                                     All the way

Like this?

              Yes, yes, yes, please. That feels so good.

Do you play with your ass when you are alone?

                                                             Yes, all the time.

Does he know?

                                                          He thinks it’s dirty

I do not.

                                            Kiss me while it’s inside?

(Her mouth opens and is ravenous. I press deeper inside her, feeling the tightness and warmth. She quivers and bites my tongue.)

                                                                            Oh fuck.

Do you like my finger in your ass?

                                                                  YES!  Deeper!

As you wish…

Knuckles deep, she begins to buckle and gasp for air.

Are you cumming?

                                                                        Yes!  May I

Then cum

Her body falls into my arms, and I hold her, still penetrating, thrusting, filling her up in a way her husband never would. 
Tragic really,
She’s perfect.

Oh, fuck fuck, that feels so good.

I’m glad you liked it.

Now, catch your breath, and follow me.

                                                                             Where?

Just Follow

On the far side of the room is a small bathroom with the appropriate supplies

                                                        What’s all this for?

Cleanliness is next to godliness and prevents all sorts of problems.

                                May I wash your hands for you?

Yes, that would be nice.

The warm water runs over our hands as she pumps soap into our palms and rubs them together.

    Will you remember this when we are done,

Or do you force yourself to forget

I dry my hands and cup her face.

I remember everything.

                                                                  I need to pee.

OK

                                           Can I have some privacy?

No.

                                             What do you mean, ‘No.’

Just that, no.  Here, I’ll lift the lid for you.

                   And you are just going to stand there?

No, I’m going to watch.

                                                                                  Why?

Because I like it.

She sits and lifts the yellow dress up over her hips.
I kneel in front of her.

Really?

Yes, Really. Breathe deeply, relax.

                                                                         I’m trying.

With gentle pressure, I spread her legs.

Interesting

                                                                                What?

I always imagined you waxed.

                                           He likes the landing strip.

Hmm

And what do you mean,
“I always imagined you waxed”?
Do you think about me?

Constantly

           Do you masturbate when you think of me?

Constantly

                                 What’s your favorite scenario?

You call me and ask if you can use my back yard
to “work on your tan, because you know I work
from home and my wife is in the office.

The flow starts, warm and yellow, I spread her knees further.

I promise you privacy but come to the kitchen sink
for a drink and you are laying out in your green bikini,
my favorite, you notice me, and ask for a drink.

Her flow continues and I see her breathing quicken.

I give you a drink, but it spills

Her flow stops.

I take 4 squares of toilet paper and pat her lips dry.

OH!

Thank you?

Good hygiene is essential

                                                    Then what happens?

That can wait.

I offer my hand, and she takes it and stands.

That was interesting

Good

                                             But I’m still a little damp

And?

                                                                           Wipe me

I reach for the toilet paper

She blocks my hand

With your fingers

Please say it

                                  Wipe my lips clean, touch me.

Yes.

Aahhh, you are so wet, so perfectly wet

                                                                             Taste it.

So sweet

                                                                                  Again

Not here

                                                                          Why not?

The couch is better

                                                             I said touch me.

She holds my wrist and guides me between her thighs.

Wipe it all up.

Front to back, back to front, I’m so wet.

You are amazing

                                                                  Penetrate me

Ask again

                                         Put your fingers inside me.

Again

                                                                           Fuck me!

My fingers slip inside without any resistance, her smooth walls envelope my fingers and I feel her clench around

Feed them to me.

I put my fingers in her mouth, and she tastes herself for the first time

Is this how Haley tastes?

This is how you taste, and it’s perfectly you.

She pulls away, smiling, placing her hands on my shoulders to create distance.

                                                                         Stay here.

Why?

                                                                           Because

Why?

                                                                          Trust me.

She leaves the bathroom

My cock strains against my slacks and I see a growing wet spot.

COME OUT!

She is standing in the middle of the room, naked, hands on hips.

Her breasts are more spectacular than imagined

Her landing strip groomed to perfection

A long thin glistening bead runs down her inner thigh.

Well?

I step toward her and kneed in front of her,
desperate to taste her fully.

No, stay up.

OK

She undresses me quickly but with practices hands

I want you to see me in the light,
undressed, naked, all yours, not hiding,
no excuses, no justifications,
just two beautiful people naked and together.

You are beautiful

                                                                      Look at me.

I am

                                                    Tell me what you see

I see my friend, naked, beautiful, wet.

                                                More

I see beautiful nipples that have fed two wonderful children. A hint of stretch marks as evidence of your motherhood, your fertility, your breeding. I see an ass that has inspired a thousand fantasies and even more orgasms. I see a friend who is about to suck my cock, a body I’m about to fuck, a woman who’s about to orgasm.

 More

What do I see? What do I see? I see youth, energy, arousal. I see a wonderful mother, a shrewd businesswoman, a good boss, a wonderful friend. I see need and longing and love and unmet passion and I see love, friendship, desire, and bravery for being here with me.

She pulls our naked bodies together.

What do you feel?

I feel my chest,
your hair,
your breasts on my skin,
your nipples hard,
I feel my blood pulsing.

I feel the tip of your cock on my stomach,
dripping, aching, slippery  May I taste it?

Please use the words.

                                                 May I taste your cock?

Yes, please

                                            Don’t beg.I want this too.

With a smooth motion, she kneels and takes me into her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the swollen head, teasing, tasting, sucking.

I want you to cum

We’ve just started!

                                              CUM, now, in my mouth

Her mouth engulfs me

I see her hand pinching hard at her nipples, then harder, tugging, pulling

Then it drifts between her legs and strums her clit in hard need.

                                                            (Muffled) – CUM!

I don’t hold back.

FUCK!

I feel my sac constrict and the inevitable rush of pleasure begins

I’m going to cum

She looks up at me, making eye contact, and nods her head.

I reach down and feel her breasts in my hands, holding, caressing, squeezing.

She buries my cock deep in her throat, then gasps, coming up for air.

CUM!

Her mouth goes back on me, her tongue swirling the tip.

I thrust deeper but she holds me at bay and I understand.

I cum.

Buckets, shot after shot, my head swirls,
I can barely keep my feet,
her hands has an iron grip on my sac
and she keeps me from pulling out
until I am
spent,
drained,
happy,
exhausted.

I stagger backward and fall on to the couch. 
She crawls over on her hands and knees,
licking her lips, tasting all of my cum,
until she swallows, smiles,
and opens her mouth for me to see.

We kiss.

                        THANK YOU! Thank you, thank you.

That was perfect.

It was amazing.

She kisses me again and climbs up on the couch.

Her bare skin is radiant, sweaty, glistening.

She leans back on the arm of the couch, letting me, begging me to look at her.

That was perfect…..

She leans back and spreads her legs wide, her lips open, and she smiles again.

Perfect for round one.

 

January Update

 Big Goals

    Be Creative

        I wrote a short story which I actually shared with some people (yikes).

        I started a longer narrative (sci fi) and a screenplay (ghost story)

    Write More (500 words x day)

        I wrote 20,987 words in January.  This only counts create projects, not work or daily emails.

   Blog more

        I'm here, aren't I?

    Play the piano

        Not much progress here

    Volunteer at theater more

        I'm helping with three shows in April and May

    Listen to 12 books

        "We Who Wrestle with God" - Jordan Peterson

        1984 - Audio Dramatization with Andrew Garfield

        The Peripheral by William Gibson - In Progress

    Get a 'real' job

        Working on it

    Watch what I eat (log everything!)

        I have logged my food every day, though I did forget to add last night's pudding

    Get outside more (4x a week workouts, 3 races)

        I have worked out 4x a week every week so far. I ran 83 miles in January

    Fuck more

        Twice this month.  Don't laugh, that's pretty good for us.

    Cum more

        Yes, so much yes.

    Stay in touch with my friends

        Eh. I'm not good at this.

    Look better naked

        Down 5 pounds in January!!!

The fires in SoCal are done thanks to some rain and a million firefighters.  Thanks to all those (1) who checked in on me.

And yes, looking for a job sucks.

xoxo

2025 goals

 Happy New Year!!!

2024 was, in a word, interesting.

Job Hunt, finding a contractor spot, kids doing kid things, a new grandbaby, a little travel, not enough sex, too many worries, not enough play, and watching too much TV and not writing here.

So, what about 2025?

Big Goals

    Be Creative

    Write More (500 words x day)

    Blog more

    Play the piano

    Volunteer at theater more

    Listen to 12 books

    Get a 'real' job

    Watch what I eat (log everything!)

    Get outside more (4x a week workouts, 3 races)

    Fuck more

    Cum more

    Stay in touch with my friends

    Look better naked

What are you doing this year?

Outside Narration - I like truthful answers

This was dictated on my phone, transcribed by poorly programmed voice recognition software, then very lightly edited, just enough, I hope, to get across the story. And yes, I finished when the story did.  (some additional editing on 2/20/26).

Phone rings.

We need to talk about the tickets.

What are you doing right now?

Uh do you want the truthful answer or the politically correct answer.

Give me the truthful answer.

Well I'm laying on a blanket in my backyard naked thinking about masturbating.

Holy shit don't say that,.

Well you said you wanted the honest answer.

Ohh not that honest.

OK, so you want the politically correct answer?

Yeah, let's back up and try this again. Hi what are you doing?  We need to talk about the tickets.

Well, you can come over. I am currently in the backyard thinking about some of my friends and hoping that they are satisfied with their daily life.

Now, that is a bullshit answer.

Well it’s the the politically correct version and that means it's usually bullshit.

That's not what I meant.

What you meant was that you really wanted to know what I was doing but you didn’t want to admit that you wanted to know exactly, what I was doing.

Don't put it that way.

Admit it, you're still curious you had your chance and now you think you blew it.

.

Well, did I?

I'm not sure yet, all I know, is that right now I’m alone in the backyard, no one can see me, no one knows how I'm doing. I have a tube of lube and a vibrator next to me.

That's what I mean! You can't say that stuff anymore.

Why not? You used to like hearing it all the time.

I know, but I thought we were being good.

OH, fuck being good. That didn't get me anywhere now did it?

That's not my fault. I just I just couldn't go through with it.

That's fine, just don't tell me you didn't want to.

That's not fair, you know I wanted to, you know I really wanted to do it, but.

But what? Tony banging your best friend when we were on the phone so I don't think it mattered too much. She's not my best friend anymore.

Good, neither is he. Just tell me the last time you thought about me.

Please don't make me tell you that.

Why not? That recently?

You know what it does to me when we start talking, you know how I get wet.

I know.

Stop it.

I think you're getting wet right now.

Stop it or i'll hang up.

Ohh you could have hung up minutes ago when I called you, you like texting because it doesn't go anywhere but once you hear my voice you know I'm gonna ask you questions.

Then stop asking me questions.

I like hearing you answer them.

Come on, that’s just not fair. You know what you do to me.

I know what I want to do to you.

See it’s stuff like that. We’re not supposed to talk about that stuff with each other.

Why not?

Well, I'm your boss.

You're not my boss.

I paid for your last project.

Correction, you reimbursed me for my last project, all my labor was free along with my expertise a couple of gallons of paint and several dozen brushes if I remember.

OK fine, that might be true, but what about next day? What about when we see each other next?

What's the problem?

You'll know things about me.

Like what?

Ohh come off it. You know. You ask questions and I tell you answers and you know I can't lie to you.

There's no value in lying in this situation I'm not building a fantasy; I’m building a record.

That's what I mean. You ask me these questions, and I have to tell you the truth otherwise it doesn't work, does it?

You're right, it only works when you answer truthfully. I can tell a fantasy answer when i hear it, just like a fake orgasm or porn. It's beautiful, but it's a lie so it doesn't mean as much. Why do you think you like telling me the truth?

I don't know, maybe because no one else asks me those kinds of questions.

Well? Should we start with some answers right now?

What?

You know what my first three questions are. They are always the same and I expect you to answer them 100% honestly.

Seriously? I have to go to rehearsal in like 2 hours.

That’s not the point.

Yeah, it is, because when you get to rehearsal I want you to know that tingling you feel is because of me.

It's always because of you.

Then let's get started, give me the basic 3 now.

Fuck you.

Not yet, answers please.

OK, let me think.

You shouldn't have to think that hard, but you know the rule, no looking.

It's just that sometimes they're just not that exciting.

If they're on you, then they're absolutely thrilling.

OK, pale blue, high cut, probably Fruit of the Loom and a little bit worn out.

Good girl.

You can’t call me that for just answering the simplest of questions.

I can because that's what you are.

What do you mean?

You are my good girl. You answer my questions, you tell me the truth, you let me inside and that makes all the difference.

Inside? What do you mean? We've never, you know, never done, you know, that.

That's the least important place I need to be right now.

What do you mean?

You'll let me in there when you're ready to let me in there. Where I wanna be is inside, deep inside your head. I want to be inside your panties when I'm 100 miles away. I want to be in the shower with you while I'm sitting next to my family at dinner, and I want to be in your bed when you bring somebody home from the theater.

Fuck you.

That's why you're my good girl.

Thank you Sir. Do you have another question for me?

Yes. When was your last orgasm?

What it's none of your business.

Tell me tell me now.

OK, today's Friday, so it was Tuesday. I just got back from a run. I was so tired.

How far did you go?

6 miles. I did the big loop around the train station, it's flat and it's fast.

Kind of like you.

Cut that out.

You know I think you're beautiful I'm just teasing you.

You know I wish my boobs were bigger,.

No you don't. They're perfect just the way they are, just the way you are.

What do you mean by that?

They are small, sensitive, and they fit inside my mouth, and I can suck on them so hard.

May I touch them Sir? Please?

Be specific.

May I touch my breasts Sir?

Yes, you may, but only over your shirt.

What?

Just for now. Imagine we're in the movie theater. I can't get you naked yet, but I can touch you, feel your nipples getting hard.

Ohh Sir, they are so hard right now.

Pinch one, the left and then the right.

Please Sir.

I time my touch with the action on the screen so you can yell out as the cars explode and the men fight for some stupid reason. We picked this one because the reviewers said it was unnecessarily loud for an hour and a half and that's what I want you to be, loud.

May I?

May I what?

May I take my shirt off please?

Yes you may tell me how it feels.

It’s light blue T-shirt that's one of my oldest. It's and it's soft and I like how it feels against my skin.

You may take it off if you tell me what happened next after your run.

Yes Sir. I had the house to myself, so I stripped down as soon as I walked inside the front door. My shoes first then my socks. My T-shirt came off and then my running bra. I'm still not sure why I wear one, but I like it.

Chafing is a bitch.

Come on Sir, you know I don't like that word.

I'm sorry my sweet, Chafing is unpleasant.

I took off my shirt and my bra I saw myself in the hallway mirror.

Go on.

The one my grandma likes so much that she bought it at the flea market last year after grandpa died.

Yes, I know that mirror. What did you see?

I saw my red hair, the small curves of my breasts. I saw sweat running down between and I watched myself touch my nipples.

And? And what? Tell me.

It made me wet, so I reached down and I pulled my pants down and my panties along with it until I was bare. I stepped out of my running tights I stood naked in front of the mirror.

Yes continue.

Sir? May I?

What?

May I touch myself?

Be specific.

May I put my hands down my pants and touch my clit?

Yes, you may, but you cannot stop talking.

Thank you Sir. It feels good.

What feels good?

I like touching myself when I talk to you.

Tell me more. What did you see in the mirror?

Well I had just shaved that morning I was still a little red but my skin was bare I could see my lips, so I used my fingers and I spread myself open and then put one finger deep inside myself and that's all it took to cum. Sir, just thinking of you and one finger was all it took.

You came from me in the hallway?

Yes, just you, a long run, and one finger, Sir.

Good girl, very good girl.