One of Reagan’s playlists streams on my phone’s connection to the smart speaker we share while I shower on Friday. It’s mostly her songs she’s put online, along with some other indie artists she’s connected with.
I have extra time before my work shift because my class ended early, so I’m taking full advantage.
It’s been a long week. I’ve earned a nice shower with some me time.
After telling Reagan about what happened and giving a report about Johnny’s prank to campus security, I’m working on getting myself back to a positive mindset.
Easton’s been busy, and I’ve spent the week getting started on my last assignments due before finals. We haven’t seen each other for more than grabbing a bite to eat together on campus. This morning the donut truck was here and we got our favorite donuts to share.
Tomorrow night’s our first date, technically. He convinced me that girlfriends go watch their boyfriends play hockey. I haven’t been a girlfriend cheering her hockey boyfriend on in a long time, but I’m actually looking forward to going to his game. I’m eager to see him play and excited to enjoy the exhilarating experience of being at a game again.
When I’m done washing, I grab the pink toy waiting for me on the shelf. This one vibrates and has an air pulse head that feels incredible.
I let the pulsing head tease my folds while my mind wanders, biting my lip as the scene unfolds in my head. At first it’s a faceless guy while I concentrate on the sensations, but he quickly becomes Easton. I shudder as I move the toy to seal over my clit, imagining him commanding me to sit on his face.
The toy’s resonation makes my clit feel like his tongue strokes over it.
An exhale rushes past my lips as the fantasy becomes more vivid. His hands grip my hips as he devours me, encouraging me to lose control and ride his face until I come.
“Oh! Yes,” I cry as my orgasm hits.
The smart speaker’s AI voice barely registers when it announces, “Incoming call, Hat Trick King sweat droplets. Answer?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” A moan slips out as I rock my hips against the toy, chasing ecstasy for as long as possible.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I imagine Easton crooning to me.
The music doesn’t return, but I’m not paying attention, too wrapped up in pleasure.
“—got you two tickets for the home game tomorrow night if you want to bring one of your fr—”
Easton’s voice overlaps with the fantasy in my head. It takes another few seconds for me to recognize what’s going on, and I jolt, smacking into the wall.
“Fuck, baby,” he grits out, voice going deeper. “Are you playing with yourself without me? That’s so goddamn hot.”
My chest heaves, body still thrumming with arousal. I turn the vibrator off.
Though I’m surprised, there’s no shame. It makes me feel sexy to know he heard me.
“Yes,” I answer thickly. “I’m in the shower.”
He mutters another curse, groaning under his breath. “Naked, wet, soapy. Shit, I bet you look so good right now.”
I brace my back against the wall, skimming my hand over my stomach with soft caresses, traveling lower. “I didn’t mean to answer the call, but I guess there’s no differentiation between yes, as in answer the phone, and yes, as in oh shit, yes, I’m coming, I’m coming.”
He releases a raspy chuckle at my fake orgasm voice. I close my eyes, picturing him here in the shower with me, chest and jaw beaded with water while he rakes his wet hair back.
“Were you thinking about me?”
“Yes,” I murmur.
He groans and mumbles something to someone talking in the background. There’s a rustle, a muted thumping, then he stops whispering.
“Now I’m trying to hide a raging boner from the guys. I haven’t had to run to my room like this since I was a teenager.”
“You’re welcome?” I quip.
“You’ve got me all out of whack,” he admits in a gravelly tone tinged with amusement. “I’m serious. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before.”
My stomach dips. Knowing he’s that affected by me is such a turn on.
“Smooth line, hotshot.”
“It’s not a line, it’s the truth,” he rasps.
Warmth spreads through me. It turns into a rush of tingles that leave me shivering at the wrecked sound he makes. My teeth scrape my lip and my thighs slide together.
“Tell me what you were thinking about,” he urges.
“Are you the one touching yourself now?”
“Yeah.” His breathing becomes thick and ragged. “If I didn’t have to get on the team bus for our away game in twenty minutes, I’d be hauling ass to come join you in that shower. Help me get there, baby. Tell me.”
Air rushes past my lips and my clit throbs. He’s jerking off, wanting to know what fantasy was in my head so he can get off to it.
“You made me sit on your face.”
“Oh, fuck. Yeah,” he grits out.
“You gripped my hips and made me ride your face.” As I set the scene, I turn my toy back on, closing my eyes as I move it over my throbbing clit. “Mm, I want your tongue inside me again.”
“You gonna come with me?”
“Yes,” I answer hoarsely. “It feels so good.”
“Gonna eat your pussy until you’re dripping down my chin.” The sound he makes is sinful. “I’m close.”
I bite my lip, straining my ears to listen to the muted noises of his hand stroking his cock. Tipping my head back against the wall, I moan. He chokes out a garbled curse that sets off my orgasm.
“Shit. I’m coming. You coming with me, baby?”
“Yes.”
It’s just as hot to come together over the phone as it was when he went down on me with my vibrator the other day.
A laugh leaves me when I recover first. “That was my first time having phone sex.”
“Did you like it?” He sounds sleepy and relaxed after coming.
“Yeah.”
“We can do it again while I’m on the road if you want.”
I grin, rinsing off before getting out of the shower. “Are you saying you want a booty call?”
“It’s a definite perk of having a girlfriend.” He chuckles. “Now I see why there are some guys on the team that spend hours shut up in their rooms on the phone with their girls.”
“Uh huh,” I tease. “You’re going to be late. Aren’t you supposed to leave?”
“I’m cleaning up now.” The tap runs in the background while he washes his hands. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
“My cock is still hard. You got me too worked up with that hot little fantasy of yours.”
The corners of my eyes crinkle. “Not sorry.”
“I can hear you grinning.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, and it’s fucking hot.”
Warmth spirals through me. “Easton?”
“Yeah?”
“Good luck. I have work during the game, but I’ll check the score.”
“Thanks, baby. You know I’ll be lighting up the lamp for you.”
I huff in amusement. “See you tomorrow.”
“Can’t wait. I’ll text you. Have a good shift at the farm.”
Later at work, I’m in an awesome mood that’s kept me smiling all day. Though it’s chilly out now that winter has truly set in with the start of December, an ember glowing from within me keeps the dreary cold at bay. For the first time in a long while, it feels like everything in my life is going great.
Grandpa called on my walk to the farm sounding better than he has in months. His voice was clear and strong while we made plans for when I go back home for winter break. Hearing him sounding so healthy soothes my constant worries about his health.
My advisor emailed me earlier to let me know the situation with the senior seminar that was up in the air is sorted. Another professor agreed to oversee the course. I’ll be able to take it next semester after all, so I’m right on track for my plans to graduate in May.
And…the guy who just might steal my heart keeps texting me.
Hat Trick King: Still thinking about earlier.
Maya: Isn’t your game about to start?
Hat Trick King: This is now part of my pregame ritual to get in the right headspace.
Maya: How’s that working out?
Hat Trick King: Might need to hide another boner. If I tell Coach I need to tape my stick again, it could buy me ten minutes to jerk off.
Maya: Omg [laughing emoji] I really need to change your contact name.
Hat Trick King: Why? I proved it was true when I had your sexy thighs wrapped around my head, didn’t I?
Maya: Keep it up and you’ll be named after this year’s least favorite mascot.
Hat Trick King: Nah, my girl wouldn’t do me dirty like that.
Maya: Try me [halo emoji]
Hat Trick King: Fine. But add a heart to my name.
Maya: Why? You’re so cheesy.
Hat Trick King: Because it’s all yours, baby. You’ve gotta keep it safe for me.
My cheeks hurt from smiling. Once I edit his name in my phone, I send him a screenshot. He sends back a selfie of his pleased grin. My heart swells.
Hana helps me with the AA group that visits the farm for a horse bonding session. We teach people about grooming with a pair of lazy mares that are more than happy to enjoy the pampering and attention.
Pride makes my heart swell each time I watch someone tear up or release heavy sighs of relief when they meet the horse’s eyes. One woman starts to cry as she’s taking her turn brushing the horse.
I hand her a tissue from the pack I bring to these sessions. “It’s okay. Whatever you’re feeling, that’s what you need to. This is a safe space to let out what we’ve been holding back.”
She nods in thanks, stroking the mare’s neck. I back away to let her work through her overflowing emotions.
I join Hana by the paddock fence, leaning against a wooden post. “Are you doing anything tomorrow night?”
“No.”
“I have an extra ticket to the hockey game. Want to come with me? They’re great seats.”
“Really? Yeah, okay. That sounds fun.” Her cheeks tinge with a pretty shade of pink. “Do you know if Elijah Adler will be playing?”
A slow grin spreads across my face. “I can ask Easton.”
Hana waves her hands. “No, no. Don’t do that.”
“So you’re in?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool. It’ll be fun!” Excitement bubbles up inside me. “Come over to my place before the game. We can pregame with pizza and wings while we get ready.”
“Perfect.” She beams. “I’ll be over after my meeting for our final performances. Thanks for inviting me.”
