Page 20 of Alonzo

“I just… like you. I like you, Tara.”

“Good. I like you too.”

“But…” He hesitates. “Hey, you didn’t tell me my future.”

“You didn’t phone-fuck my ass, either.”

He laughs softly on the other end of the phone. “OK. Valid point. So if I phone-fuck your ass you’ll finish my future.”

“That’s a deal I won’t turn down. Especially since I’m not a psychic and all I have to is make shit up. To be clear, I will make sure it’s nice shit.”

“Well, that’s perfect. Because I won’t really be fucking your ass.”

“We’re just one long string of lies and fantasies, aren’t we, Lon?”

He’s quiet for a moment. Maybe too many moments.

“Lonnie?”

“You know what I love most about this pic you just sent?”

“Tell me.”

“Even in the low light I can see that your pussy is wet. Reach down between your legs, Tara. And tell me how wet it is.”

OK. Now we’re talking. And even though we’ve literally done this like a hundred times, I always get a little nervous when we first start. Always get a little shy and embarrassed. Even when it’s inconvenient and even when I’m not really into the scenario we’re playing, I always try to do what he wants. He would never know. Ever. I could lie to him right now. Tell him I’m all wet and ready for his dick to slide right up in my pussy.

But I won’t. And I don’t.

“I’m… not quite there. I need a little help.”

“Then let me help you. Picture this in your head, OK?”

“OK.”

“I walk in your room. You’re asleep with your back to me. It’s cold there, so you’re all bundled up in the covers. I walk over to the bed and slowly, so as not to wake you, pull the covers back. I reveal your bare shoulder first. Then your upper back. Then the curve of your hip. And finally, your perfect ass. I place my hand just above your skin. It hovers there, collecting your heat. But I don’t touch you. I can’t touch you until you give me permission.”

This is how we do the dubious consent stuff in our roleplaying. He stops the fantasy and makes me say yes before he continues.

I’m not an expert in phone sex. I’m only an expert in phone sex with Lonnie. So I’m not sure if virtual consent is a thing, or just his thing. But I love when our fantasy starts out like this. Because I know he’s about to say things that will make me come. Dangerous, dirty, filthy fucking things that excite me and scare me in the same breath.

“Go ahead, Lonnie. Touch me. Fuck me. Do anything you want to me.”

He lets out a breath. “My hand rests on the round curve of your ass. Caressing it for a few moments. You moan a little in your sleep. Turn over, but just your upper body. So I can see your breasts and your tight, hard nipples. I reach down and spread your ass cheeks open so I can see your pucker and your pussy at the same time.” He pauses.

“It feels good,” I say, encouraging him.

“Are you wet now?”

My fingers are still between my legs. Rubbing my clit in small gentle circles. “Oh, I’m wet.”

“Good. Because I’m going to stick my fingers inside you.”

“How many?”

“At least three.”

I close my eyes and actually imagine this. God, I wish he was here. I wish he was standing over me. Looking down at my naked body. Lusting after my ass and my pussy.