“Sweetheart, talk to me.”
“You mean like right now, over video chat.” My face is hot, blushing, maybe feverish. I wonder if I’m coming down with something. I don’t think so, but one can never be too sure.
“I was thinking maybe over the phone. No video. Nothing that makes you uncomfortable and definitely not if you don’t want to do it.”
The deep breath I take must be ridiculous because Van chuckles a deep rumble that makes me antsy.
“Alright. Let’s do it.” I cringe the second I say it. It makes it sound like I want him to take me to pound town. I’ve never had anything pound me, barely a light flow tampon and my nerves never let me close enough to a boyfriend in the flesh long enough to go that far. I suddenly hate my inexperience.
“There’s no rush, Laurel. I just maybe thought since we can’t see each other this might be fun, together?”
“We haven’t even kissed.”
“I know, but maybe that’ll make the anticipation of our first real kiss all the more magical.”
“You say that like you plan on kissing me.”
Van groans out loud rolling his head around on his neck like he’s in acute pain.
“Baby, when I get my hands on you, and I will…the things I want to do to you.”
“Yeah?” I ask eager for him to explain further exactly what those things might be.
“I’m going to kiss you, lick you, taste every inch of you.”
Impulsively I whip my t-shirt off shivering from anticipation and the chill that comes over me from the wicked thoughts he’s inspired.
“Damn Laurel. You’re killing me. Pink lace?”
“Mmm.” His desire for me is palatable through the screen. I sweat with need for him. He clenches his fists and I picture him crawling through the screen to lay over me. My hands reach for my breasts and knead them once, twice until he bounces obviously adjusting the screen.
“Killing me.” He says again biting his lip.
“How do we do this?”
“First, let’s turn the video off. I’ll uh, guide you over the phone.”
“You mean like how to touch myself?” I find a new energy that has me curious and intrigued what Van will ask me to do.
He makes more audible sounds that trigger uncontrollable shivers in my body before turning off his camera view.
“Hey where did you go?” I click the screen, but he’s already gone dark.
“Sweetheart.” His voice takes a soft but pained tone. “I plan on touching myself while you’re touching yourself and uh it’ll feel like a porno if we keep the video on.”
“Oh, ah huh.” Excitement comes over me. “But maybe we could have the video on another time?”
“You have no idea how badly I’d like that.”
“I hear a but coming.” I rack my brain for internet rules and laws. If we’re both consenting it’s okay right? No laws broken?
“Call me crazy, but I don’t want the slightest chance for anyone but me to see you. Is that odd?”
“No. Sweet, I think.”
“Lay back on your bed and try to relax.”
“Wait.”