Chapter 9
Chapter
Nine
REED
S creams of The Dead Kennedys echoed in the empty bookstore as Reed pushed a white primer roller up and down. Bookish had recommended their music months ago and he was now obsessed.
He’d been painting all evening, only breaking for a few minutes to inhale a sandwich he’d brought from home. His phone dinged and a picture popped up of Luca and AB with a superhero at a Florida theme park.
LUCA
Found our hero IRL
They had pored over endless hours of Colossal Man’s comics in Reed’s treehouse growing up.
REED
Behold! The holder of the ore of understanding is in Orlando
You guys having a good time?
LUCA
Annabelle is zonked
I’m about to pass out, too.
Walking in the sun for 2 days is exhausting, even w/ her grandparents’ help
Reed had been devastated when Luca’s partner Lydia had been killed in a car crash a few years ago. He’d always felt bad he couldn’t be there for Luca more, living far across the state.
But now he could make up for lost time. Be the Uncle Reed that spoiled AB and helped Luca put together dollhouses on Christmas Eve.
LUCA
Is Pearl behaving?
REED
Only three animal sacrifices on the lawn since you left.
LUCA
Honestly, that’s a record.
REED
She agreed to be my assistant to get the bookstore running
LUCA
Well, she takes no shit AND no prisoners
And she’s read every book under the sun.
REED
It’s going to be great
Maybe in a couple weeks, I’ll finally convince her to get matching t-shirts.
LUCA
Lord help you
Reed laughed as he grabbed the paint roller for round two with the ugly yellow walls.
A different sound pinged his phone, his favorite sound—a high-pitched zuzsh .
It was supposed to mimic the sound of a page flip, but he’d started associating it with heart emojis and his favorite parts of every day.
He hadn’t felt like this with anybody since his girlfriend in college. Grad school was so intense he’d barely been able to eat and sleep. Then he’d been so stressed finding a new rhythm in his first job out of school. He’d had a few casual dates, but women usually fell off the radar when he told them about his issues.
His inability to go on a dinner date. Have brunch with their parents. A picnic in the park.
His lack of experience.
He was still thinking about her texts from earlier that day. He’d felt hot as fuck when he’d bought her a vibrator and he wondered if she’d use it tonight. If they’d really fool around.
Digitally, that is.
They’d never made any promises to each other. What they had was very casual and basically just a friendship with some added benefits. He didn’t want to spook her by telling her how hard he was falling for her.
His blood thrummed in his chest as he opened Bookish’s message.
ImpossiblyBookish
been thinking about you
Hemingway_cansuckit
Yeah?
ImpossiblyBookish
and staring at your hot as fuck cock
Oh, it was going to be one of those chats today.
Heat hit his cheeks. Sending her that photo had been the craziest thing he’d ever done. She’d only seen his cock against his stomach, but he’d felt reckless doing it.
It wasn’t that he was a prude; he just didn’t like the idea of sending unsuspecting women dick pics. Had never understood the appeal.
Other men probably were nonchalant about a little dirty texting, but it wasn’t a whatever thing for him. He cared about her, cared about her pleasure. Felt connected to her when they fooled around.
He’d never asked if she did this with other people, but he also didn’t really care. He was just happy to have found someone special. He loved what they had together right now as it was.
Hemingway_cansuckit
You don’t know how many times I’ve looked at the photo of you.
He gulped.
Hemingway_cansuckit
Do I get another one tonight?
ImpossiblyBookish
nah, too comfy.
but my roommate is out
and i have this sad lonely purple friend who is begging me to play with him
Hemingway_cansuckit
Then you should play until you tire him out.
ImpossiblyBookish
i need you
Oof , that did something to him. It always did.
He wanted to be needed. To be thought of and included.
Hemingway_cansuckit
I love to be needed.
How can I help, my darling Bookish?
ImpossiblyBookish
tell me what you’d do to me right now if you were here.
i want to read and watch.
They’d done this a few times. One of them would read the other’s fantasy and get off to it.
Hemingway_cansuckit
Personalized smut coming (ha) right up
What would I do with a bored Bookish who’s been looking at a dirty picture all evening.
….
Hmmm....
I had a light dinner.
I think I’d like to spend time eating tonight
ImpossiblyBookish
yesssss
Hemingway_cansuckit
I’d find the perfect surface to bend you over.
Maybe a couch arm, a chair, a desk. Something where your ass is in the air, thighs spread
And just high enough so you have to stand on your tiptoes.
ImpossiblyBookish
mean
Hemingway_cansuckit
But you like feeling a little vulnerable, don’t you, gorgeous?
ImpossiblyBookish
yesss
Hemingway_cansuckit
Just a little off balance. At my mercy.
And I’d bend you over, let’s say the back of the couch.
Spread your thighs.
You said they were thick. My personal favorite.
I’d take my time, staring at the gorgeous picture of your ass in the air, breasts hanging over.
I’d spread your pussy so I can see all of it, framed by your thighs. And would tease you.
Sliding just the tip of one finger in. Taunting you
I’d want you so wet. Teasing you until you’d drip down my hand
His cock was already thick in his athletic shorts. He was tucked in a corner away from the windows facing out to Main Street. The head of his cock pressed against his shorts, and he squeezed it for some relief.
Hemingway_cansuckit
I’d kiss your thighs, nipping along them. Running my nose up and down you.
I bet you smell so good, Bookish.
And on my knees for you, I don’t think I could wait.
I’d want to tease you but I’d only be teasing myself.
I’d bury my face in your pussy, lapping you up.
I’d lick every inch, catching every drop of your wetness.
I hope my face would be soaked, burying it in your pussy.
I’d swirl your tight nub, teasing it. And then plunge my tongue deep.
I’d tell you to clench around my tongue, and I’d lick as far in as I could get, wanting to taste every bit of you.
My hands couldn’t help but grab your ass, pinching it, squeezing it.
Worshipping it.
I’d suck on your clit, my nose buried deep in your pussy so I never won’t smell you on me.
Suck on it like I wanted to consume it. Like I wanted every drop of you in me. It’d be swollen and tender and your legs would tremble.
You’d say it was too much but beg for more.
And when you were begging me.
And begging me.
I’d stand up, take off my belt, let it hang loose.
Pull out my cock and shove inside you. I’d sink hilt-deep into your pussy
Hard.
ImpossiblyBookish
{audio loading}
what you’re doing to me.
He startled. They’d never shared audio before. With trembling fingers, he hit the play button.
A woman groaned, husky with a needy voice. It came in waves, rising and falling. The low hum of a vibrator was a constant. Wet sounds squelched, sounding like she was moving it in and out.
Her moans were higher, and louder. Incoherent words wrenched out of her, sounding like she fought them every way.
Savoring them.
Her moans got higher and higher. A soft yes was a plea as the wet sounds and the hum grew louder, like she’d put the mic by her pussy.
Her cries and moans were louder, faster, higher.
Holy fucking hell.
He ripped his cock out of his shorts and gave himself two quick, hard strokes, wanting to listen again and again.
Hemingway_cansuckit
Fuck B
You using my vibrator, screaming.
Best sound in the whole goddamn world
Did you come yet?
ImpossiblyBookish
not yet.
trying to last
Hemingway_cansuckit
I won’t be able to last long either.
Not after hearing you moan
I’m rubbing my cock and wishing I could pound into you, hard, grabbing your hips and making you mine.
Reach my arm down and tug on your hair. Arching your back so your tits lift up
And fuck you against the couch.
You clenching around me
When I’m about to come
I pull out and with one hand on your clit, rub you to climax
While I come all over your ass
Painting it so it’s mine
Watching it drop down your cheeks, into your pussy
ImpossiblyBookish
{audio loading}
The hum of a vibrator was loud and wet, squishing and moving faster and faster. In the distance, a woman screamed, “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, Hemingway” were screamed in a high, constrained pitch as she crested over the edge of her climax, the squishing getting faster and faster until she screamed a release for a solid five seconds.
He tugged on his cock; his waiting was over.
My turn.
He spit on his palm and rubbed, replaying the audio of her coming, picturing pounding into thick thighs, sinking between them and watching her ass jiggle as he fucked her harder and harder.
The wet sounds were tugging, begging at him to come.
Would sound just like that when I fuck her.
“Fuck,” he yelled out as his climax caught him by surprise, spurting hard over his shorts and hand.
Hemingway_cansuckit
Bookish, I just…
You’re so sexy
I just came in about five seconds
Fuck
ImpossiblyBookish
hadn’t pegged you for a hair pulling guy
but i’m into it
Hemingway_cansuckit
Is yours long or short?
Not that it matters
But for when I picture this all over again later tonight…
I’d like to be accurate.
ImpossiblyBookish
medium short. like a long bob.
dark.
Hemingway_cansuckit
Perfect.
I’m so glad you messaged
I’ve had an exhausting day and this is just what I needed. Picturing you missing me
Naked
Being fucked with a cock like mine.
Maybe it was the post-nut fuzzy feelings, but he felt so close to Bookish. How many other people in his life could he tease, talk about any of his favorite books, and share fantasies with that were so dirty they’d climax from just text.
He wanted to see her. See what exactly her face and hair looked like. Her thighs and ass.
But she’d been adamant that she wasn’t comfortable when they first started chatting to show her face. He would never push her. He enjoyed what they had and was happy enough to just have her to talk to.
impossiblyBookish
i love your dirty fantasies.
whoever you’ve fucked IRL must leave very satisfied.
His laugh was sad and hollow.
If only she knew.
ImpossiblyBookish
for me though, it’s time for an early bedtime.
you sexted me right to sleep.
Hemingway_cansuckit
Goodnight Bookish
ImpossiblyBookish
night h
If only she knew the secret that grew heavier with each passing month, quarter, and year.
The one that made him feel more and more self-conscious each time he went on a date.
I’m a twenty-eight-year-old virgin.
Desperate to fuck my online best friend.
PEARL
Pearl’s ancient phone came to life with a video call from Luca.
Luca fucking hated video calls, so that meant AB was calling.
Pearl swiped up with a goofy, stupid smile on her face. “Hey, you, nugget!”
AB was holding the phone way too close to her face. “AP, AP! I miss you!”
Pearl blinked through a sudden emotion. “I miss you, too, goober. What are you guys doing?”
“Um, we, um, saw all the people at the parks, and now we’re having quiet time.” Her voice was a loud whisper. “Because Grammy and Grampy needed naps. So did Daddy.” She swung the phone around to show three people resting in a coastal sunroom in Florida.
“What’s the best thing you’ve done?” Pearl asked.
“Ummm, three cartwheels in a row.”
Pearl laughed. Take a kid to theme parks and that’s what they’re excited about, figures.
“Dad wants to talk. I love you. Bye!”
“Aww,” Pearl said as Luca’s face came into frame. “I didn’t even get to tell her about the crows.”
Luca switched back to audio mode, not even asking. Pearl rolled her eyes and did the same.
“How’s it going?” Luca said in a gruff voice. “You okay?”
“Sure?” Pearl said, confused. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know. We’re not there. The man who drives you nuts is your roommate and boss. Seems like a disaster.”
“Whoever suggested it must be pretty fucking stupid, huh?” Pearl said with a smile.
Luca chuckled.
“It kind of is a disaster, honestly. He’s just so…”
Handsome , she thought. Kind .
“...happy,” she said with disgust.
“Be nice to him, okay?”
“He’s your best friend, not mine.”
“I know he seems like a lot and like he has it all together, but underneath all of the smiles and the energy”—Luca sighed —“he’s kind of lonely, and he needs a friend. Since I can’t be there, I need you to step in.”
“Friend?” she said, the word feeling disgusting in her mouth.
“Yes. Just, like, don’t threaten to murder him each day.”
“Only if you bring me back a snake.”
“I’m not bringing any reptiles back.”
“Okay, fine. Two snakes. Final offer.”
He laughed. “Be good.”
“Never,” she said with a smile and hung up.
She thought back to the sunshiny guy bopping as he walked, excited, multiple ideas, energy rolling off of him.
Lonely ?
He’d have to be really good at covering up his feelings if loneliness was hiding underneath all of that.