“No, I went to a movie. I’m sitting in my truck.” Not a total fabrication.
Watching her stare at her cell then take another look at the slumbering Roman she foregoes texting and just calls him. Trembling at seeing her name on his cell he takes a deep breath, “Hello?”
“Yes, I think about you jerking off in front of me. You have a very big and beautiful cock.” She could almost feel her former playmate still inside her as she spoke to another.
“You should take it for a ride sometime.” He speaks studying her reaction at a distance.
“I… won’t lie to you Mace… I want to. I do. But I swore to Piper I wouldn’t. I hope you understand.”
“It’s okay. I know you’d Lovett though.” Sounded like love it.
“I’m sure I would.”
“Inn and out, nice and fast. Deep and relentless…”
“Stoooooop!” She giggles toying with her sweaty locks.
“Not until I nut in you really, really hard. Four times even.” Like tonight! She just hadn’t kept count like Mace had.
“Did you know I tasted your cum that night I watched you jerk off? That stays between you and I.”
“You did?” He grinned.
“Yes. You shot and I jumped back. A few drops caught my leg.”
“Did I taste good?”
“Minty.”
“Fuck me again.”
“Again?” She looked shocked and looked back at the hotel room holding a hand over her mouth.
“Like in my dreams.” He covered his tracks.
“Oh! Oh!” She sounded almost disappointed. “Well, I hope I satisfied you.”
“You screamed a lot.”
“Did I?” She laughed, “You must have been good.”
“You thought so.”
“Mmmm! I suppose I must have. I need to go Mace.”
“Night Josie.”
“Night lover.” She giggled and hung up.
She starts to turn then hears the accidental honk of a vehicle horn. Mace panicked at his silly mistake but was glad it wasn’t while on the phone. Thinking about it he saw her look around but give up her search quickly. Starting his engine he backed out and headed down the block. At a stoplight he took his cell out and texted one last time.
With a vibration in her hand she reads, “…if you’re horny.”
“If I’m horny?” It went right over her head that he was giving her a hint with Honk if you’re horny.” Sighing she just let it go without a reply. Seated beside Roman she nudges him awake. Groggy, he sits up and rubs his eyes.
“Did I pass out?”
“Better get me back to my car Handsome. Thank you for an incredible night. It was beyond my expectations. Whoever he was… ” She temporarily left it at that.
“No problem. Anything to keep you happy.”
“Wearing a blindfold and earplugs was so erotic, being free from my ropes was so incredible. Who was my phantom stranger? Wait! I don’t want to know.”
“Good! I’m not telling you.”
“He had an enormous cock.”
“I noticed that.” Roman stands up and gets dressed as she gathers the rope and blindfold putting them in his bag. Once ready they leave the key in their room and head to Roman’s truck. She left her nightie off in favor of the cool night air and the freedom it offered. Just as Roman began to pull out of his parking spot he too honks the horn with too strong a grip on his wheel.
Wincing at his similar freak accident she bulges her eyes and considers Mace’s last text shortly after hearing a nearby horn. “It can’t be.” She pondered it all the way back to the Church. Kissing Roman goodbye and telling him she would see him in the morning, she climbed into her own car and started it up. Leaving her behind she sat there idling and looking up at the Church’s illuminated cross.
Cell in trembling fingers she texts Mace with a note asking, “Was it you?” Afraid to send it she just called him and waited until he said hello. Her only reply was the honk of her own car horn, then hanging up. Shaking like a leaf she put her car in gear and made it to the nearest stop sign before her cell buzzed. Taking a deep breath she answered it, “Hello?”
Another honk on his end, then silence.
“OH MY GOD!”
One last text from Mace was an emoji with a halo over it.
“NO WAY! Surely not? He said he was in his truck coming from a movie. He was just messing with me due to my horn and hang up.” Biting a nail, she pouted. “Please lord! I swore to Piper, I wouldn’t fuck him. Let him just be flirting…” A deafening sigh over the possibility that she had failed her best friend she mumbled a final room for doubt.
“Confessional here I come.”
Too bad she wasn’t Catholic.