"Switch," he says softly, and I do, working my other nipple until they're both so hard and sensitive that just the stirring of air from my fan is making shiver.
"God, I love your tits," he says with a groan. "I want to fuck them."
I moan. That image turns me on. I want to feel his cock sliding between my breasts. I know he'll come and I sure will. "Yes," I say. "Please."
"I'm going to," he says. "I'm going to straddle you and fuck your tits until we both come."
The pressure is building in my core and I switch my hand back to my other breast without him telling me to, but I need it. I need it.
I'm pulling harder now, god, I wish Adam were here. I need his mouth on me, I need him to suck and lick and I throw my memory back to that night and I imagine the feeling while I toy with my nipples, and I'm so close, and—
"Stop."
Adam's voice penetrates the haze in my brain. "Ollie, stop."
"Why?" I gasp, barely able to pull my hand away from myself.
The pleasure that was building fades a little, until it's manageable. I open my eyes and see him, staring at me, I can feel the lust and the need even through the camera.
"Trust me," he says.
I put my hand down by my side, trying to catch my breath. Adam's arm is moving, and he lowers the camera so I can see his cock and his hand stroking it. "See how much I like watching you?" he asks. The tip of his cock is glistening, and I can see the sheen of sweat on his skin when he brings the camera back to his face.
"You stopped me."
"I did."
"Why?" I ask again.
"Because now I want your hand in your panties and your fingers on your clit and I want you to show me."
At this point I don't think I should be able to blush, but the way he says it, so blunt and open has the blood rising to my chest and face but I still find myself putting my hand between my legs. The minute I touch my clit every bit of arousal floods back like fire, and I aim the camera downward, though I know not much is visible.
"Good. Look at me."
I bring the camera back up to my face, but I don't stop moving my fingers. "I can't stop," I tell him.
"Don't." he says. "Keep going. Come with me."
I close my eyes, and I let go, moving my fingers, drawing the pleasure up and out in the way I know works best, and within a minute I'm so close that I'm arching backwards on the bed. And suddenly it's there, I cry out, loud in my empty apartment, coming on my hand and oh god shit yes fuck.
"Yes, Ollie," Adam moans, and his breath is ragged as he comes too.
I let the orgasm go, let it flow through me, making me shake and go blind for a few seconds before my body goes limp, sated.
"Adam," I say.
"Olivia."
I laugh breathlessly. "That was good."
"Yes, it was," he says. “Just one of several orgasms I owe you."
Rolling over on my side, I prop myself up on my elbow which drapes my shirt in a flirtatious and scandalous way. "Well I'm looking forward to the rest of them."
"Me too," he says, yawning. "But I should get sleep. If not, I'm going to be dead on my feet in a few hours."
"Will you text me tomorrow?"
"I will," he says, "and you make sure you're ready for Thursday. I'm picking you up and taking you out."
"Okay." I can't keep the smile off my face.
"Okay."
He's smiling too, and there's some empty air where we're both smiling each other and neither of us wants to hang up. "Good night, Ollie."
"Good night, Adam."
He ends the call and I immediately pull up a text message to Lorraine.
Girl, I have some stuff to tell you.
18
Ollie
I step into the coffee shop and find Lorraine waving me down. She's already ordered me a chai and I sink into the seat across from her gratefully.
"I don't have super long," I say. "I left early yesterday to go to the hospital, so shorter lunch today."
"That's fine," she says, watching me take a sip of the chai. "But I need details sister, I'm not going to forgive you for not texting me everything if you don't give me some details!"
I laugh, nearly choking on my drink. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything!" she says way too loudly. "How did it go at the hospital? What happened after?"
I can't stop laughing, but I manage to tell her everything—sparing the dirtiest of details because I'm still not used to this and I’m not about to tell her the size of Adam's cock or just how far I managed to get it down my throat.
But by the end of the story Lorraine's jaw is hanging open. "I am seriously impressed, Ollie."
"Why?"
"Because this is so unlike you! Let's face it, we both know I'm the slutty one in the friendship. And now you're sleeping with people and having phone sex and–oh my god–I'm so happy I'm rubbing off on you."
I can't stop laughing and I can't breathe. "Stop it. You're not rubbing off on me."
"I totally am. You'll thank me later."
"Can you hook me up for tomorrow though?" I ask. I hate asking for her help again in the dress department but I'm just not that fancy and I don't own anything pretty enough for Del Posto.
"Of course, you know I've got you."
Which is how I end up back in the Bergdorf's make-up chair on Thursday afternoon with Maren doing my make-up. "This time," she says, waving my eyes closed, "we're going full on sexy. Smoky eyes, dark lips. He's not going to be able to take his eyes off you."
Or his hands, I finish in my head.
When I open my eyes again, I barely recognize myself. I look like someone who should be on a red carpet, not...me.
"Maren," I say. "You're a miracle worker."
She sticks her tongue out. "I know."
Lor is waiting for me in the dressing room. "Okay, I've got the perfect thing." She pulls a dress of the rack with a flourish. It's a deep purple color, deeper than I usually like but it's gorgeous in this dress. Immediately I know that I want to try it on.
I'll never understand how Lorraine has such an eye for this. "I just need you to pick out all my clothes, all the time," I tell her through the curtain.
"Name the day, girlfriend. You know that I've been dying to get my hands on your wardrobe."
The dress has an off-the-shoulder neckline and a skinny waist with a flouncy skirt that ends at my knees. It feels like something out of the 1950s with a modern flare. It’s absolutely perfect. I push the curtain back. "This is amazing. You've got shoes?"
She hands me a pair of black and purple heels, and I slip them on and stand on the same pedestal I stood barely a week ago. Stunning! "I don't know how you do it, Lor."
"I'm magic."
"Yes, you are, and I owe you one."
"Girl, as long as you get some you don't owe me a damn thing."