chance we’ll get caught in that closet one day.”
“That’s part of the reason it’s so hot.”
“No, that’s part of the reason it’s so nerve racking. And the code exists for a reason. I think.”
“Oh really? And what reason would that be?”
“I don’t know!” I squeal, clapping my hand over my mouth. My house’s lights out policy at 10:30 isn’t as lenient. “Probably because if I just did what I felt like doing, we’d be… um…”
“That’s possibly the hottest ‘um’ I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”
Heat crawls across my face and I’m glad he can’t see it. “I mean, I don’t know if we’d have gone that far. But… I really like it when you kiss my neck and if we had already done some of the other stuff then…
“You are really fucking turning me on right now.”
I’m kind of turning myself on right now, too. “Oh, my God, I’m pretty sure just talking about this officially makes me a slut.”
“Stop calling yourself that!”
“But I’m… ugh!”
“We will talk about this more tomorrow. In that closet. With tongues, and fingers, and…” Adam starts talking about a bunch of dirty stuff using his seductive voice and I totally wish we could actually do some of it. Crap!
“Stop it!”
He has this really husky chuckle whenever he gets a rise out of me. “So, speaking of extracurricular activities.” Ever the gentlemen, he always stops when I ask him to. “When are you joining the fake yearbook club or something so we can start seeing each other one night a week?”
“Adam…”
“C’mon. Please .”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” It’s a lot easier to resist being a total ho when we’re in the closet at school.
“But we’ve been dating for a whole month now…”
“Adam!”
“I’m fucking with you.”
“ Extremely poor choice of words,” I giggle.
“Shit. That’s not what I meant. I just want to see you more.”
“I bet you want to see more of me.”
“Are those things mutually exclusive?”
“Maybe not…” They aren’t. I haven’t seen him with his shirt off and I seriously want to. But I cannot let myself say that to him! I’m always at a disadvantage when we talk on the phone because I start to get sleepy and loose lipped. Better than loose in other respects, I guess.
“Please just think about it,” he says. Should I tell him that I’m constantly thinking about it? “But wait until I see if my schedule is going to change because of next week before you pick a fake day to join a fake club.”
“Okay.”
We chat for another hour about school, homework, other kids, his brothers. Just life. How much I wish I could meet his dog and he wishes he could meet my little sister. Basically everything. There’s never enough time to say it all, we could talk forever.
“You sound tired, baby” he says, soothing me.
“I am.”
“So am I. But I’m totally jerking off before bed. Care to join me?”
“No! I already told you, I don’t do that.”
“You should really try it sometime.”
He’s getting ready to say goodbye. We always say like a hundred goodbyes before one of us actually hangs up the phone. It gets harder every time.
“Um… maybe I’d like to listen to you,” I murmur.
Adam laughs at first, but stops when I don’t. “Are you for real?”
“Yeah…”
“Really?”
“Uh huh.”
“Damn,” he replies.
“You don’t have to if you don’t—”
“No, I want to,” he says quickly. “Just wasn’t expecting it. Would it be too much a cliché to ask you what you’re wearing right now?”
“I’ll tell you, but that’s all. I don’t know how to talk dirty.”
“Then just dirty listen…”
There’s something in his voice that tells me he’s already touching himself. And the breathing. The soft moans and groans he makes. I do tell him that I wish I was there, really touching him, because it’s true.
I love touching Adam. He’s getting better at loosening up, but