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Room 222 | Tuesday Afternoon

Jim hadn't had any classes today so he'd gone into town and gotten a haircut. Nothing drastic but things had been getting too long and he didn't want floppy hair. So, haircut. And afterward, he'd stopped for lunch which he'd lugged back to the room.

The food got dropped on his desk and Jim pulled out his chair so he could take a seat and stretch his legs out. He scrolled through a few messages on his phone and even sent a few replies back to random people before he took his sandwich out of his bag so he could start eating.

Look, he was a growing boy and a growing boy needed food and it wasn't his fault the sandwich was messy and huge. He needed his strength for...manly things. Okay, whatever, it just tasted good and he'd wanted to see if he could finish the thing without getting it all over himself.

Sometimes, Jim wasn't the smartest but he'd be well fed.

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Seems to be the idea.

One last photo? One last photo. Biting on her lip, she pushed the toy in without turning it on, yet. Perfect photo op, right there.

Enjoy yourself.

He knew he was even if he was still typing pretty well all things considered. He was stroking his cock quicker now, encouraged to do so by those pictures because yeah. Yeah, those pictures were amazing.

Natalie thought as much. She also didn't want to focus on typing anymore, so she was calling him.

And was using the time he picked up as her allowed time to actually turn the vibration on because the girl liked her games sometimes. So if the first thing he'd end up hearing would be a moan... She had nothing to be sorry about.

Jim picked up the phone at the tail end of the moan and snickered quietly into the phone. Well, if his caller ID hadn't given away who was on the phone, that certainly had.

"Didn't want to type anymore?" At least now he could keep one hand on his cock and use the other to hold the phone so he could keep jerking off while she was talking to him.

"No." And as soon as she had the vibrator pulling another low moand from her, she knew she'd made the ridght decision. "Talking's more efficient, and if I say dirty things there won't be a record of them."

"What's wrong with there being a record of you saying dirty things?" he mumbled, breathing quietly. "I'd love that."

"I don't like looking at the words." Breathlessly philosophical there. "I'd rather say I wish you and your hard cock were here than write it. When I say it, that's it, it's done, and you can't prove I ever said it. But you know I did and that's good enough."

"Unless I'm recording this, of course."

He paused to stroke himself a few more times, hips raising into his hand with each stroke.

"I'm not so don't freak out. I wish I was there too. I do, I really do."

"I'm not freaking out," she sighed. Between the slow movements of the toy inside her and the sound of his voice, she wouldn't have even had the focus to freak out. "If you were here I'd be scratching your back bloody by now."

"Yeah, I bet you would," he sighed, closing his eyes. "Because I'd be driving my cock so hard into you, you'd have no other choice. Deeper than I've ever been before, hard enough to make you tear up."

"My legs clamping around your waist, getting pushed and pulled with you. Mmm." Yeah, definitely glad she'd switched to a call. "Just holding on and leaving deep red marks all over your back. Maybe over your ass, too."

"Goddamn."

That sounded good. He really wanted to be there right now. He really did.

Breathing a little heavier, Jim said, "I'd make you scream. Make you call my name out so loud that your neighbors would get concerned. And if you hadn't gone by that time, I'd pull my cock out of you, make you get on your hands and knees and I'd push in your ass. Again and again and again."

Natalie's own goddamn was more of a whimper. She turned the vibrations up to a higher setting. His words just demanded that. Second best option after him actually magically appearing in her bed.

"And I'd get my fingers involved. In me, or sliding over both of us. Maybe even reaching back to fondle your balls when you thrust in." Far enough gone to be free with her words. No record of this would exist, see? "And tell you to pull my hair."

"Oh goddammit," Jim hissed, hips arching into his hand. He didn't want to come just yet so he tried to keep control, tried to reign himself in even if his whole body was nearly aching.

"I'd pull your hair. Hard enough to have your head coming back so I would whisper dirty words in your ear about how I'm going to come inside you, leave you aching for more and leave you a mess. You'd have to take a shower afterward because there'd be sweat and come co-mingling and you'd love it."

Natalie moaned. "Oh God." She was rolling her hips off the bed and against the vibrator now. "Oh, I'd love it. I would. Of course, you'd get dragged in the shower with me. To get squeaky clean... Until maybe I'd kneel in front of you and let you teach me about blowjobs."

"F-fuck." Hadn't expected that. It shocked him enough that he actually did come all over his hand and thighs. He moaned into the phone, struggling to keep from dropping it as he shivered and shook his way through his orgasm.

But, he had the presence of mind to know she still needed to come so when he managed to at least get his voice back, he kept talking. "And I would. I'd teach you about blowjobs. Let you feel how taste as you slid your tongue all along my dick. You could roll my balls with your fingers and look up at me while I was in your mouth and when you were adapted, I'd even thrust a little, fuck into your mouth some just to show you the different things you can do."

"I ––"

She had to swallow. Breathing heavy and her body getting closer to giving her what she wanted. Maybe if he was lucky, he could even hear some of her shifting, and the buzzing of the toy as it slid in and out. He could definitely hear the occasional little moan.

"I'd be such a good student." Talking still, even if it was mostly for her own benefit now. Hey, talking dirty was part of her release. Her new job required her to be diplomatic and professional. This was the opposite. "I'd pay attention. And I'd make you come. Hard." Oh that word was a moan. "And s-swallow it up."

Yeah, all the halting words meant she was very very close now.

"Come, Natalie," Jim encouraged because he could hear how close she was. "Come all over your toy and your bed. Think of me and see my face behind your eyes. Come and come hard. Come on."

Well, if he insisted. A second or two, and she clamped her bent legs together, hand still between her thighs, keeping the toy in place as she came against it, throbbing against the vibrations, harsh and almost rough and she didn't want it to stop.

And yes, the phone fell from her hand, though it didn't go far. He could still hear her ragged moan.

Jim had calmed down enough to laugh roughly when he heard that moan from some distance away. He'd figured out what happened and he was just waiting for her to come back on the phone. He was sure she felt a little better now. He knew he did.

She did.

It just took her a moment to calm down enough to tell him that. It involved turning the vibrator off and just panting for a while before she curled up on her side and picked the phone up again.

"You'll need to visit soon. Because we'll need to fuck."

Just getting that out there while she was sailing the afterlow without self-censorship.

Jim laughed again but he was nodding.

"Whenever you want," he told her, smiling. "And we can fuck the entire time I'm there. I won't let you out of your very nice apartment at all. Fucking and sucking and moaning and whimpering. It'll happen."

Natalie exhaled a chuckle. "Oh, I almost came again just from that." She was only half joking. "It's what we do best."

"Not a bad thing to be good at," Jim said, nodding. "I'm a mess right now."

"Likewise." A beat. "My bed, too."

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