Page 2 of Now You See Me
Emphasis on full, because my dick is at standing at attention when I strip out of my clothes. Phone in one hand, hard dick in the other, I settle on the bed. Bring on the personal, not-suitable-for-work stuff. I’m more than ready.
Dots march in the bubble on Elise’s side of the screen. Then stop. Then begin again. And repeat, repeat, repeat.
I fight the urge to send her another message. You’d think patience would be one of my better virtues by now, but since Elise came into my life, I’ve reverted to having the patience of a lovesick, horny eighteen-year-old.
Finally, her text pops onto the screen. But it’s not the lengthy bubble I expected after all those dots. Or the kind of message I had in mind.
ELISE: I’d like to talk to you. Really talk. How do you feel about us having phone calls? Just voice, no video calls.
Actual calls with Elise. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t wondered what she sounds like. I’ve also wondered what she looks like. There have been times I’ve been tempted to ask for a picture, but that’d be breaking the rules I set out. It’d also open the door for her to want a picture in return. Something I literally can’t give, ever.
But that’s not what she asked for.
There’s no harm in taking things to the level she wants. I know from our hundreds of text and email conversations that she has a great sense of humor. I’d love to hear her laugh. To be the person who makes her laugh out loud.
Plus, phone sex. The things we could do. Goddamn, I’d love to hear what she sounds like when she comes.
ME: Let’s do it. I’d love to hear your voice.
I hit Send before the reality of what I’m agreeing to overtakes my longing for themoreI can never truly have.
ELISE: How about now? Before I lose my nerve?
My booming laugh echoes in the silence of my empty house.
ME: Yeah, now is great. And I know what you mean.
ELISE: You’re nervous too?
ME: Hell yeah. Talking to you is the highlight of my day. I don’t want to screw up and scare you off.
ELISE: Nothing about you could scare me off.
I grunt and look at the phone, which appears to be floating in the air, rather than sitting in the palm of my hand. Everything about me would terrify her. But she’ll never know that.
ME: Hit the Call button whenever you’re ready. I can’t wait to hear your voice.
I’m an intelligent enough guy. Pretty personable, too. Years of running a busy coffee shop have given me plenty of practice making spontaneous conversation. Yet, when the phone rings in my hand and Elise’s name lights the screen, I suddenly have no idea what to say. It’s been a damn long time since I talked to a woman who matters. And Elise matters.
By the second ring, my pulse is pounding against my temples, and my hands are clammy. I’m a thirty-eight-year-old man and I don’t know how to answer a phone call. Fuck me.
“Hello,” I say, shaking my head at the total lack of originality or finesse.
“Hi.” One little word in her soft, feminine voice is all it takes to send sparks racing through me. Then she laughs, and the brief sound ignites those sparks, setting me on fire. “You wouldn’t believe how nervous I am. I feel like a teenager calling the guy she’s crushing on.”
“Glad I’m not the only one,” I say, chuckling. “And if you’re crushing on me, I’m the luckiest guy around, at any age.”
“Ooh… you’re as charming on the phone as you are in messages.”
So far, so good. Makes me wish we’d done this sooner. “I’ve wondered about your voice lots of times. It’s very pretty.”
“Thank you. Yours is…” Too many seconds of silence beat by.
“Don’t leave me hanging here. You can say goodbye and end the call. We can go back to messaging.”And it’ll never be the same.
“No, I want to keep talking to you. It’s silly, really, but your voice took me by surprise. You told me your parents are from Ireland, but since you were born here, I didn’t expect you to have any accent.”
“It’s light compared to theirs. But I learned to speak while listening to them, so some of it snuck in.”
