Silence.
“My brain can’t keep up with you, Freddie,” I said, turning away from the mirror. “You push me away one minute and then you show up at my game as if everything is okay and it’s not.”
“I know.”
“This whole thing is too confusing for me to handle right now. I’m in the middle of the Olympics for God’s sake—”
“I’m not going to stay away from you, Andie.”
The way he said my name sent a subtle shiver down my spine. His voice came across differently on the phone, a little more seductive and demanding.
“I need to hang up now.”
“Lie down on your bed.”
My stomach flipped.
Silence.
“Did you hear me? I want you to lie down on your bed.”
“It hurt when you pushed me out of that bathroom, Freddie.”
“I know, and I want to make it up to you,” he continued, undeterred. “Lie down on your bed.”
I stepped into my room and eyed my tangled sheets. I wasn’t going to lay down, I knew that. So then why am I stepping closer?
“Are you still wet from the shower?”
I sat down on the edge of my bed, hardly on it at all, really.
“Answer me.”
“My hair is.”
“Is your body wet?”
I swallowed. “Ye…Yes.”
“Run your fingers up your thigh, feel how soft your skin is there.”
“Freddie—”
“Yes?”
“I think we should stop.”
“Hang up if you want to, Andie.”
Silence. I stared up at the ceiling and clutched the phone.
He knew I wasn’t going to hang up.
“Are you touching yourself?” I asked with a soft voice, eyeing my closed bedroom door.
“Do you want me to be?” His voice was strained.
“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”
“You’ve never touched yourself?”
I smiled. “I’ve never had phone sex.”
“Where’s your hand right now?”
I glanced down. “Gripping the bottom of my towel.”
“Let go and drag your fingers up the inside of your leg until I tell you to stop.”
“Freddie…”
“Don’t overthink it,” he begged. “Let go.”
I squeezed my eyes closed and moved my hand to my leg, just above my knee. It was a harmless spot. A nothing spot.
“Higher,” he whispered into my ear. It sounded like he was right there, controlling my hand and dragging it higher for me. I could hear the pleasure in his voice as he told me to keep going, to let my fingers touch the groove of my hip. I squeezed my eyes tighter as a flush ran across my chest and neck. I was hot, burning up. I yanked the towel off and threw it aside, laying back on the bed, naked and alone.
“Open your legs.”
“Freddie,” I protested.
“Andie, slide your legs apart,” he demanded, a little less patient this time.
My thighs slid across the soft sheets, just a few inches at first, not so far that I couldn’t squeeze them closed if I wanted the call to end.
“I can hear you moving on those sheets and I wish I could be there to see how far you’ve spread your legs for me.”
I opened my eyes to see what he would see. My entire body was flush, partly from the scalding shower and partly from Freddie’s dark words. My hand rested on my flat stomach, rising and falling with my breath.
“Touch yourself, Andie. Drag your finger there and pretend it’s me.”
I pushed my hand lower, tentatively.
“Lower,” he insisted.
I started turning slow circles, nothing much at first. I was too embarrassed to admit how turned on I was just from listening to him.
“I’d ask if you’re wet, but I know that you are.”
My heart fluttered.
“Feel yourself. Feel how tight you are.”
My breaths were coming quicker. “Freddie.”
“Andie…” He was begging.
My legs were trembling by that point, shaking with need.
“Spread your legs as wide as they’ll go and slide your finger in and out. Slowly, Andie. Don’t speed up until I tell you to.”
I was seconds away from losing my mind.
“Do you like the way your fingers feel?”
I swallowed back a moan as my back arched off the bed.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “But I need you here.”
“I know. I can hear your breath picking up. You need a release, don’t you? You’re so fucking close.”
My finger slid in and out, and I squeezed my eyes closed, listening to the sounds of my heady breaths.
“Tell me…what would you do to me if you were here?”
I could almost see his smirk as his dark voice filled the silence. “I'd pull you down to the very edge of the bed and make you watch as I knelt between your thighs. Maybe you’d be shy, but I’d grip your legs and keep them apart so that I could see all of you.”
His explicit promises consumed me.
“You’d watch me lick you. God, you'd taste so fucking good as you rode my mouth.”
“Freddie…I…”
“I'd make you come like that, on your elbows with my mouth on your *. You'd beg me to end your agony, beg me to give you the release you so desperately need.”
His words were dark embers, falling through the phone and setting fire to every single nerve inside my body.