CHAPTER ELEVEN
Brock
10 P.M
I didn’t have the nerve to tell Amy I didn’t know the first goddammed thing about Skype, or how I was supposed to do it. But hell, I’d be a fool if I didn’t learn. What with her practically making me come over a text message. Shit, she was sexy and playful as all get out. I was already rock hard thinking about our time together and if I didn’t get some release pronto... I groaned, watching the tent inside my pants. Down boy. Your time is coming. Midnight!
I didn’t even know what Skype was, but I was computer savvy enough to know that if I goggled it, I would get all my questions answered. Or so I thought. When that didn’t jive with my stuck-in-the-dinosaur-ages brain, I had Garcia set me up.
“You need her Skype number to call her,” he told me leaning over my desk. He smelled of aftershave and fucking soap. Why the fuck did he need aftershave on duty? I leaned back, trying to breath. “But most people just use their name with the number 1 or something simple like that. So what’s her number?”
“Thanks. I’ll figure it out from here. Now, go away.” I was kind of nervous about the whole Skype thing and it took a lot for me to ask for his help. I also didn’t want anyone listening—or watching our conversation. I expected it would get dirty and graphic. At least, I hoped so.
Garcia peered over my shoulder, hand on the mouse. “But don’t you want to…?”
“I said…go…away,” I growled.
Garcia laughed. “I see how it is. A private rendezvous…with a lady? How very modern, boss” he teased.
I glowered at him and grit my teeth. I’d had enough of Garcia breathing down my neck. I felt enough of an idiot without him rubbing it in. I also had no intention of having my relationship scrutinized. They all knew I was seeing someone but that was it. “I can take it from here, Garcia.”
“Oh. But don’t you want me to…” He took in my scowl, backing up quickly. “You want me to leave. Is that it?” I removed his hand from the mouse and then smiled. “Okay, boss. Go for it.” But his feet stood planted near my desk.
I stared at the screen biting my lip and trying to think how to decipher Amy’s screen name. Really, how hard could it be?
“You just…” Garcia made to grab the mouse again but I slid it out of his reach.
“Okay,” he said, throwing up his hands. “Just trying to help.”
“I can do it! And don’t you dare breathe a word of this to anyone or your ass is mine!”
“Okay.” He burst out laughing and then exited my office.
***
I was late for our Skype date. It was one o’clock in the morning—three hours before I figured what Amy’s number was, which ironically was Amy Lynn 1, just like Garcia had suggested. Again, I felt like an idiot and very, very old.
On the fourth Skype call, Amy picked up, her beautiful face appearing on my computer screen, looking rumpled and half asleep, but still as sexy as ever.
“Brock, I…I fell asleep. What time is it?” She was wearing a pajama top with the words, Hello Kitty on it above an animated cat with a bow in its ear. It dipped off one shoulder, her tits making little points through the polyester fabric. My cock twitched. My cock lurched inside my boxers.
“You didn’t give me your screen name.”
“Oh. Sorry. I guess that would have been helpful.” Something was off, her tone not registering her normally bubbly personality. I chocked it up to having had dragged her out of bed or waiting up for her idiot boyfriend who was too pigheaded to admit he didn’t know how to use Skype.
“Hey, you sure this Skype things is safe?” I said trying to ignore the warning in my gut. “U cab see everything. Some sex crazed maniac could see inside your bedroom practically anytime he wanted.”
“Yup.” A little smirk played across her lips but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Kind of like the modern version of a peeping Tom,” I said. “Baby, you look wonderful.”
She grimaced.“No I don’t. I actually scrubbed off all my makeup before giving up on your call. Brock, I waited all night.”
Damn, I screwed up. I should have called and got that screen name. “Baby you don’t need any makeup.”
“Uh huh.” She yawned and I wondered who was going to fade first. What was I thinking? About myself, obviously. Who would be excited at this godforsaken hour? Normally, I needed very little sleep, but the last few nights had been riddled with odd dreams leaving me with a sleep deficit. I was ashamed to admit I really would have liked to sleep too. With her in my arms, preferably.
“Brock...” She stretched her arms overhead making her breasts jut out, the nipples like hard pebbles. And that’s all it took. Adrenaline spurt though my veins. My balls pulled tight and my cock grew hard as fucking granite. Fuck, this woman drove me wild. More than wild. Insane with a desire to posses her. To make her mind for all time. She was so young and fresh, but it was more than that. Much more. I could have come just looking at her. Whether she was fully clothed or completely naked, although I preferred the later. Those perky tits just begged to be suckled, and when she licked he lips, I almost took my aching cock inside my fist. Suddenly I wasn’t tired anymore. I was up for this. In spades.
“Honey, I’m so tired,” she said leaning on one hand. “I don’t think I can…” She yawned again. “Do anything right now.” She looked so adorable with half-massed eyes and pouty moist lips, a little drool in the corner of her mouth.
“Do what?”
“You know…” She pointed at her chest with two fingers. “This. It’s awful late, Brock.”
“We’ll see about that,” I said, excited by the challenge. “Just take off your shirt and let me see if I can change your mind.” I sucked in a soft breath as the shirt went flying to god knows where. Her beautiful breasts bounced across my screen looking pink and soft and begging to be sucked. “Fucking gorgeous, baby girl.” That earned me a smile.
“Now you.” She cupped her breasts with two hands and flicked the nipples with her thumbs.”
“Oh baby. I wish I was there to kiss those.”
“Mmmm. Me too.” Then she threw back her head and moaned. “I’ve been dreaming about you. Dreaming about your cock stretching my pussy some more.”
“That’s good,” I said when she reached between her legs. “ Right like that baby. Oh yeah, you’re making me so hot I want to come all over your tits.”
“Show me.”
I could see my image in the upper screen, but it didn’t go down as far as my waist and I wanted her to see all of me. I started pushing buttons. “I..um…Oh god. Just looking at you…I don’t know how but…”
Amy giggled. “Brock, move the monitor down a little. The camera is on the top. Yeah, almost. Almost. Now lean back in your chair. Okay, you got it.”
“Holy shit! You’re fucking ginormous Mr. Fitzgerald!”
“It’s you. All you, baby girl.” I fisted my erection, letting my hands run up and down slowly as her eyes grew wide as fucking basketballs.
“Did you get like that just from looking at my boobs? Why is it men don’t need foreplay?”
“Baby, just hearing your voice is foreplay.” She licked her lips and my cock quivered in response. There was something about her that got my heart racing, the way her silky brown hair tumbled along her breasts, that long slender neck bared and naked, just waiting to be kissed. I scooted back while watching the postage stamp picture of myself, making sure the image of my swelling cock was right in her view. Her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling with her breath.
“I’m exhausted and still you can get me going. You’re kind of…magical.”
“You’re the one with all the magic, baby.” Fisting my cock, I groaned as a thick rope of cum starting rising inside my groin. “See, what you do to me, baby girl? See how fucking hard I am for you..”
“Well I doubt that. It’s not like I’m a blonde bombshell or anything. Tell me, does every woman affect you this way?”
“Sweetheart you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.”
“So skinny and glasses turn you on huh?”
“Small packages are the best. Didn’t you know that? And nothing small about the effect you have on um…him.” I waved my cock a little, watching how the camera caught the glint of pre-cum at the tip. Sweetheart, we don’t have to worry about your dad or anyone walking in on us, do we?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and dropped her gaze. She looked innocent and soft, like a little girl. A little girl I wanted to protect.
“No. No, he’s not here.” Something was off. I could hear it in her voice.
I wanting to put my arms around her. I tilted up the screen instead.
“Are you all right? Baby, what’s wrong?” As she slipped the shirt back over her head, I realized what an ass I was. I’d not even asked how she’d been this last week. I just jumped into wanting to get my rocks off. I felt even worse when tears streamed down her face.
“Sweetheart, did I say something wrong?”
“No. Can we do this tomorrow?” She kept looking at something behind her. I couldn’t tell if she was angry, depressed, or something else entirely. One thing I did know. She definitely didn’t want to talk to me.
“Do you need me to come over there?”
“No. I’m okay. Just tired is all.”
She sniffed and then leaned off to the right. She pulled a blue chenile robe around her shoulders, covering herself up, the illusion of sexy Miss Kitty disappearing from my screen. “I’ll let you get some sleep,” I said.
“Yeah.”
“Call you tomorrow? At a normal hour.”
“You better.” She gave me a tight smile.
The screen went blank and she was gone. What the hell just happened?