Page 24 of Alonzo

She takes a deep breath. “OK. Sorry for the interruption. Let me reset the scene.”

“We’re in the white marble shower, I’m on the bench. You’re on your knees in front of me. You’ve got my massive cock in your soapy hands—”

“Oh, I washed the soap off.”

“Correction. You’ve got my sparkling clean dick in your hands and the whole place smells like gardenia.”

“You must be taking notes.”

“Keep going, babe. I’m fuckin’ ready.”

She smiles. And for a moment I’m in that shower with her. I see her hair all wet and sticking to her cheek. I see her hands wrapped around my shaft.

But reality is almost as good. She scrambles out of bed and drops to the floor. The phone gets propped up against a pillow or the covers, and now it really looks like she’s on her knees in front of me. Add in the giant dildo stand-in she’s holding in both hands and yup. I’m convinced.

“No more talking, Lonnie. Now… you just have to watch.”

She opens her mouth and slides the tip of the dildo past her lips. She closes her eyes and moves her head a little. Like she’s really here. Really sucking my cock in front of me. She slides in a little deeper, her lips sealing along the shaft. And then she starts bobbing her head. Up and down. Up and down. I’m so caught up in watching this fantasy, I almost forget to jerk my real dick.

Almost.

Then she starts going to town, opening her mouth as wide as she can so I can actually see inside it. Actually see the thing going down her throat. She gags, but keeps going.

I’m jerking hard. The sound of my hand slapping my dick fills the room.

Tara moans. She leans back and the dildo starts coming out of her mouth. Not all the way, though. She keeps the head inside. Sucking on it and moving her face like she’s got a delicious popsicle in her mouth.

She starts kissing the tip. Little fluttery kisses as she stares at me from two thousand miles away.

I want her here. Right now. I want her next to me. I want my real dick in her mouth. I want her hot, ragged breath flowing on the inside of my thighs. I want to feel her tongue swirling along the tip of my cock. Relish the pressure of her hands as they slide up and down my shaft.

I want to be in the shower with her. I want to take her diving. And fishing. I want to introduce her to my parents, and my brothers, and my amazing sister.

But mostly I want to hold her. I want to sleep with her. Wake up with her. Eat meals with her. I want her.

I fucking want her. With me. Right here. This life. No more lies. No more glasses, or hats, or white shirts with ties.

I want to love her. And marry her. And put babies in her belly. I want to buy her romantic presents for Valentine’s Day, and make Easter baskets for our kids with her in the spring. I want to buy a new fishing boat just so I can name it The Tara. I want to be her best friend, and her lover, and her husband. I want her to call me Lonz, not Lons.

I want to be me. And I want her to be her. And I want us to be something else. Something new. Something better together than we are alone.

I come in my own hand and the fantasy fades away in the same instant.

“Oh, God. Lonnie.” She’s still looking at me, her eyes locked on mine. And how is that even possible? We’re separated by two thousand miles and yet… we’re not. She’s here with me, and I’m there with her, and we’re together, even though we’re not.

I can’t do this anymore. I want—

“I’m coming. Oh, shit, Lonnie. I’m coming. Oh, my God. Holy fuck.”

Once again I’m jerked back to reality.

I watch her pant and sink back on her butt, her hand in the shot now. She’s still playing with herself, her legs wide open, her pussy glistening with her desire, and her release, and her satisfaction.

And I want to say… I did that. I do that to her.

But it’s not true.

Because I’m not there.