Chapter 30

Restless, sitting in my dimly lit bedroom, my mind recounts my time spent with Indie. Every detail from the moment she kissed me is on replay.

The sensation of her skin against mine. My mouth on her pussy. Her taste, the catch in her breath, the depth in her eyes revealing a whirlwind of emotions—it all lingers with me, tangible and haunting.

I fucking need her.

It's a truth that digs deep, an ache that's both sweet and agonizing.

Compelled by a craving too potent to ignore, my hand moves almost of its own volition, reaching for my phone. In this moment, bridging the gap between us feels urgent, necessary. Given the casual nature of our relationship, friends who happened to share a few benefits, I opt for a bold approach—a sext.

Ty: I just laid in bed for the last hour thinking about you, guess what I was doing? :eggplant: emoji

As I wait for her reply, my cock hardens. Ah, the thrill of teasing her, of drawing out that blush I can't see but can vividly imagine.

Indie: :raised-eyebrow: emoji Umm what's happening here? Are we supposed to throw vegetables at each other? :red-apple: emoji

Ty: I'm trying to get back to our earlier text/conversation. Before you left me hanging, darling. I was about to tell you how good you taste—how wet I want you.

Indie: I recall the conversation.

Ty: Why did you stop it?

Indie: My sisters were in the living room. I couldn't continue such a discussion when I was practically shaking and wanting to touch myself while you told me the things you wanted to do to me.

I swallow. Okay, she's good at this. Is she, or maybe she's too honest and is telling me just what was happening—no role-playing. Either way, I want to continue, see how far we can get. But now, I'm curious about her preferences.

Ty: So I take it you don't like sex in public places.

Indie: I . . . I wouldn't use the word dislike. Plus, my house isn't a public place.

Ty: But there were people around who could hear your moan loudly as you touched your pretty pussy. Sliding your fingers in and out imagining it was me.

Indie: I wouldn't care if they had been strangers. We're talking about my sisters. They'd tease the fuck out of me for eternity. Plus, it'd be embarrassing.

Ty: So it'd be okay if they were strangers? We could go to a restaurant, and I'll finger you under the table?

I press send before I even checked if I worded it correctly. But hopefully, she gets the idea and we can get this rolling. I need some relief.

Indie: Do you use public places to hook up?

I groan, this isn't where I wanted to take this conversation. Come on, darling, be a little less practical and let your desire drive you. Not your curiosity.

Indie: Oh, you went quiet. So, you go to a bar and fuck the first woman who glances at you.

Ty: Whoa, that's not the direction I expected us to take. Let's start with no. I don't hook up much, when I do, I'm usually on the road and pay for another room.

Indie: So, you can leave without saying a word.

Ty: Is this a trick question?

Indie: No. I'm curious.

Ty: If I left today it was because you were sleeping and I needed to pick up Myra. May I remind you I left a note.

Indie: A pretty embarrassing note my sisters read.

Ty: My apologies. If I had known they were going to be there I would've hidden the note.

Ty: Actually, I would've woken you up so you could've dressed up before they entered.

Indie: So, what happens when you're not on the road? How do you hook up?

Ty: I don't hook up.

Indie: I don't believe you.

Ty: I have a five-year-old at home. Nothing will happen within the two-hundred-mile radius of the house for the next thirteen years, give or take.

Indie: Yet, here you are telling me you were thinking about me and wanting to fuck around. How does that work?

Ty: You and I are different, darling. We're friends who'll find time to benefit from each other. Also, this text started as a teasing that I wanted to evolve to role-playing, darling. You were supposed to guess what I was doing, then I would ask if you're wet.

Indie: Ooh, so I would say you were touching a hard thick cock while thinking about me. Then you'd order me to tell you if I'm wet, I'd say I'm soaking just for you. I could even send a voice memo with a moan. But . . .I can't because I'm at my brother's house.

Ty: Which brother?

Indie: Does it matter?

Ty: Probably not, I'm just curious.

Indie: Why do you always want to know everything?

Ty: No, that's you. I'm just wondering if you're at Gabe's since he lives close by and if that's the case, I would ask you to swing by and spend the night with me.

Indie: It's not only me, you also want to know everything, but let's not digress. I refuse to tell you where I'm at.

Ty: So it's Gabe's and you don't want me to beg you to come to me, huh?

Indie: Even if you ask me, I wouldn't go. Remember the five-year-old sleeping a few rooms away from you?

Ty: Well, let me get you a car to take you home. I don't like knowing that you're driving late at night.

Indie: You are . . .

Ty: Don't leave me hanging.

Indie: If you were a few years younger and I wasn't jaded . . . Good night, Ty. I'm turning this off. Let's not talk again until it's time to exchange Myra.

Ty: You make it sound like a custody agreement.

Indie: It's not exactly like that but I suppose that's how we'll handle this. Bye.