For a beat, I was in the dark. Accept these? How much they cost?
Then I remembered. The LELO toys. I jumped up and began pacing around my living room excitedly. Laurence pricked an ear in my direction.
"They arrived? Excellent."
"Yeah, like I said. And I can't—"
"Good, good. I had a hell of a time getting them overnighted, that required a little finessing. You opened them?"
"Yes. Are you not hearing me?"
"Hm?" It was true, I wasn't hearing Hannah. The toys had arrived and my gutter-dwelling mind was whirring. "You have a laptop? With a webcam?"
"Yes, uh, why? If—"
"Good. Okay. Get on your laptop, Hannah, let's Skype."
"Matt—"
I ended the call. I may very well have skipped into the office.
Hannah was already on Skype when I logged on. I started a video call.
She was sitting in bed with her back to the headboard and wearing a gray camisole, no bra by the look of it. She grinned when she saw me.
"Are you naked?" she laughed.
"What? No. Shirtless." I frowned down at myself.
"I demand proof."
I rolled my eyes. I also started VodBurner to record our call.
"I think you called enough of the shots last night, Hannah. But so you don't think I'm a total perv—" I aimed the webcam down at my lap. I was wearing a pale pair of Etiquette Clothiers boxers. "—there you go. Would you like me to keep the camera at this angle? Clearly you were making a play to see my junk, so..."
"Matt!" Hannah turned red. I smirked and fixed the camera.
I could have grabbed my laptop and gotten more comfortable, but my desktop was already on—and I was feeling impatient.
"Lemme see your room," I said.
Hannah turned her laptop, giving me a quick view of the room. I saw a bed, bookshelves, boxes, and... not much else.
"I like what you've done with the place."
"I just got here," she grumbled, twisting the laptop back around, "and I've had zero time to unpack. Some guy keeps distracting me."
"What a wanker," I said. "He should really give you some time to turn that den into a cute little nest. Maybe he should help you pimp out your nest..."
"No he shouldn't!" Hannah glowered at the screen and I laughed. God, it felt good to be talking to her again. And she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. When she leaned closer, I could see her nipples.
My cock stirred.
"You might want headphones if anyone's in hearing distance," I said. "I'm about to start talking about those beautiful tits of yours."
"Oh, yeah... be right back." Hannah slipped away.
I dashed to the bathroom, found my lube, and beat her back. She reappeared with a bulky headset. Her blush was still firmly in place.
"Don't judge me," she said as she plugged in the jack and fit the earphones on. They engulfed her ears. Noise-canceling, by the look. "I used to be a gamer."
"Nah, they're perfect," I said.
They were perfect, even if they looked a little silly. With the mic right by her mouth I would be able to hear every noise she made, and she would be able to hear only me. "You're not wearing a bra, are you Hannah? I can see your nipples. They're hard. Is your door locked? Show me a breast, just one. Keep it out."
"It's locked," Hannah whispered.
"Your breast," I demanded.
I heard her breath quicken.
"Right, sorry." She slid off the thin straps of her cami and stretched the neckline below one of her breasts. It spilled down and I heard her sigh.
"Mm, is that nice for you?" I began to rub my cock through my boxers. "To let it out? I know they're heavy. You love it when I lift and squeeze them, don't you? Show me the other one. Shake them for me."
Hannah's blush extended down her neck to her chest. She rolled down the other half of her cami and I clenched my teeth against a moan. Her dark curls fell softly around her, framing her chest. She twisted from side to side. The motion made her breasts bounce and sway.
"Mm, fuck," I hissed. "Good baby, fuck. That's exactly how they bounce and shake when I fuck you. It makes me want to fuck you harder. Are you getting wet showing off for me?"