chapter 10

*Mature Chapter* 

I settle into my couch and turn on the tv. My damp hair trickles little droplets of water onto my cozy sweater, leaving discolored marks all over my shoulders. 

After my shower, I didn't bother with pants, a beautiful perk of living on my own. 

I got home from the library around an hour ago and now all I want to do is relax and watch my shows. 

I bring my mug of tea up to my lips and sigh happily as the warm fluid heats me from the inside. The clock tells me it's 9:00 pm and I decide it's a good time to see if Thomas wants to talk. 

I pull my computer onto my bare legs and sign on to bookish-escapes.com. I notice Thomas is already online and a message from him pops up almost immediately. 

IchabodTom 

Hello, Darling. 

There's something so mature about the way he calls me darling. It speaks levels about his character and values. Older men always know how to speak to a lady better than the ones my age, at least so far. 

LiteraryLane21 

Hello Thomas, I missed you. What are you doing tonight? 

We message back and forth about various things. He tells me about the classes he taught and about the trip to New York next month. We talk about What we had for dinner and what show I'm watching, but as time ticks on the conversations get deeper, as it usually does. 

IchabodTom 

Have dinner with me on Friday. I've had enough of this silly messaging game, Lane. I want you and I know you feel the same. 

I cringe quietly to myself. I know he's getting sick and tired of this game but I'm not ready to quit him yet. I'm not ready to let go and there's no way I'm going to confess my identity to him. 

I try to think of something to say that will be a good enough excuse after almost five months of stringing him along but honestly there is no excuse. 

LiteraryLane21 

I told you, Tom, I'm so shy. I don't want you to grow tired of me but the thought of meeting makes me have a panic attack. I hope you can understand. 

Welp, it's official. I'm a lying piece of rock. 

I groan loudly and throw my wet head back, running both hands through the damp tresses. Why did I get myself into this situation? Why did I peek at his computer that day in class? I had no right to do that. 

Because you never imagined it would actually work, you dumb bitch. Now, look at you? You're all messed up. 

Yeah, that sounds about right. 

My computer chimes and I look down nervously at my screen. 

IchabodTom 

If I can't see you then I have a compromise. 

My eyebrow raises in genuine interest. 

LiteraryLane21 

What is your compromise? 

I hit send and stare unblinkingly at my computer until his message pops up. 

IchabodTom 

Let me call you. 

I lean back, eyes wide and brain on overdrive. 

I know that the phone changes your voice a little but would that be enough? I could alter my voice a little bit maybe and make it work. 

I start saying random sentences and words in different voices. I lower my voice but I sound like a guy. I make my voice higher and I sound like a child. 

This is ridiculous. 

Finally, I speak more slowly and lower my tone just a little bit and I think it might work. I sound more womanly this way and I should sound different enough that he can't tell. 

Holding my breath, I send him my phone number. 

Seconds later my cell phone lights up and my ringtone fills the stagnant air of my apartment. 

Holy crap I'm so nervous! 

Lifting the phone to my ear, I take a deep breath and ready my sexy other woman voice. 

"Hello?" I say softly and I hear a familiar chuckle sound from the other side of the line. "Thank god, you're not a man!" Thomas says and I bust out laughing. 

Oh my goodness I never considered he may be worried about that! 

"I'm definitely not a man," I say through laughing breaths. "Hey, I wasn't sure Lane. I'm not really a fighter but I'd have kicked your ass if you were." 

This simple banter continues for a few minutes then it gets silent and a little awkward. It's so much easier to say something witty when it's via computer message. 

I wasn't kidding when I told Fiona that I can't talk to him. 

"You sound so sexy, Lane," Thomas says Iinally, his own voice seeming to get deeper. 

"And you sound incredibly handsome." I offer in return. 

"Do you want me?" Thomas replies, his voice slow and silky in my ear. 

Then something happens that I never thought would. 

"Yes, so much." I'm not going to lie. I would never get away with it if I tried. 

"I want you too. So so much. If you were here with me I'd show you just how much." 

My voice sticks in my throat as I try to form words. His flirting has already ignited my core and I can feel a slickness forming between my legs. 

He can make me come undone so easily. 

"Tell me, Thomas. Tell me What you'd do to me." 

I can't believe my own mouth as those words slip out but they do. I want to know. I want a peek into that part of his mind. The barely explored perversions that haunt him at night. 

"I'll tell you Lane, but you have to promise that you won't hold back. If what I say makes you horny I want you to touch yourself, and every time you want to moan it better be loud enough for me to hear, do you understand?" 

My mouth goes completely dry and I clamp my thighs shut for a subtle release. "Yes, please. I'll do it. I promise." I moan back softly. 

"Good girl." Thomas compliments me but it's the possessive kind and I love it. 

I move my computer off of my lap completely and lay down on my back against the plush surface of my couch. 

"If you were with me I'd be devouring your lips, and tangling my tongue with your own. I‘d trap you beneath me and press my knee between your legs, rubbing your clit through your pants while my mouth moved down your jawline and your neck." 

I can feel my breathing slip into some sort of jagged and unstable pattern. 

"Tell me to keep going." Thomas demands and I don't even hesitate. 

"Please don't stop," I cry out with anticipation and my hand slowly crawls under my panties. I can't hold back as I imagine every word coming from Thomas's perfect mouth. 

What he doesn't know is that I've tasted those lips and I‘m desperate to do so again. 

"I'd rip the shirt off of your body and kiss your breasts, taking your nipple in my mouth and toying with the swollen peak until you moan my name." 

Gosh, I love having an overactive imagination! 

I moan sharply into the receiver as my hand explores my hot wet center. I use my middle finger to draw small circles over my clit as I dance teasingly around my own opening. 

"More, Thomas, more!" I beg and I can hear Thomas curse on the other end. 

I hope he's touching himself too. 

"I'd pull your pants and panties around your ankles and press my wet mouth against your folds, sucking and nibbling until you come. Until you beg me to fuck you." 

I can't be certain but I think Thomas has begun stroking himself as he listens to me fall apart. 

His words are staggered and slow and he's groaning between them. Either he's jacking off or he's going sit-ups. 

The thought makes me so horny I can hardly bare it. 

I slip my middle finger inside myself and start moving in and out ever so slowly, resurfacing to rub my swollen button With sticky wet fingers  I moan harder and I can feel my legs tremble With pleasurable delight.