Copyright 2016 Nicola C. Matthews
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What are you up to?
Ember looked at the new message on her Skipper account, smiling as she sipped her glass of wine.
Just got out of the shower, relaxing with a glass of wine.
She almost snorted.
You have no idea lol she replied as she flipped through her Snapagram feed. Suddenly a photo caught her eye, one of the very person she was currently chatting with, a candid selfie of him sprawled out on his bed, sans shirt.
Holy fuck, she thought to herself as she immediately hit the “like” button on the photo.
Who took the pic?
She wasn’t sure if she should laugh or start fanning herself.
That last one on Snapagram, you on the bed.
She waited impatiently for his reply as she scrolled through his timeline feed, watching the short one minute videos of him during various practice sessions. He was not the typical-looking metal-head musician, and certainly not someone who fit her usual ‘type.’ She expected her metal heads to be more tattoos than skin, more piercings than flesh, sporting eyeliner and ripped fishnets. Basically, anyone who looked like a Marilyn Manson fangirl reject.
Micah, however, looked like he belonged in a boy-band more than an alternative metal band. His hair was cut short, and unless he was hiding some serious piercings below the waist, his ears and a small, single nose piercing were the only extra holes she could see. He was broad-shouldered with a tapered waist, a square jawline and full lips which made her both jealous and slightly aroused at the same time. His aquamarine eyes had a sleepy look to them, an altogether All-American boy-next-door vibe which both intrigued her and sent her senses reeling in equal amounts.
She stared at his reply, debating on whether or not she should ask him what was really on her mind.
Do you think I look hot in that pic?
Ember choked on the sip of wine she had just taken, staring open-mouthed at her phone. She had to re-read the question, not sure the liquor induced haze in her brain had processed the words correctly.
She paused before answering. I think you are cute as fuck.
LOL that means hot, right?
She tossed back the rest of her red wine, not really sure where this was going. Maybe he was just making conversation.
In your case, hell yes J
She got up to pour herself another glass of wine, struggling to get the cork out of the bottle. As she picked up her glass, a photo came through her messenger, a photo of a very naked and very damn fine-looking male ass.
“Holy fuck me running!” she hissed, resisting the urge to lick her phone. “I know what photo I’m using as my new wallpaper on my desktop,” she whispered, her eyes wide as they roamed over every inch of his scrumptious derriere.
The front looks even better 😉
I bet it does she replied.
Don’t you wanna see?
She felt her face flush only to have it take a complete nose-dive to her groin, the bolt of electric arousal hitting her so hard she nearly groaned.
“How the fuck am I supposed to answer that?” she wondered aloud, wanting to see but at the same time feeling like the biggest damn perv on the planet. This kid was literally half her age.
Hell yeah, but I think that maybe taking things a bit too far, don’t you?
She picked up her glass of wine and headed back to her bedroom, settling back among the plush red and black pillows.
Why do you say that?
She sipped her wine, using one thumb to type in her answer.
I’m practically old enough to be your mum. Doesn’t that creep you out?
I don’t mind if you don’t 😉
She groaned as she tossed her phone to the side, opting to pull out her tablet so she wouldn’t have to keep erasing half of what she typed. She really disliked using the tiny screen-generated keyboard on her phone. Plus the damn thing kept trying to auto-correct half of what she typed which was why it took her so long to reply to a message.
She logged into her Skipper account just in time to see an incoming call from Micah. Her heart leapt into her throat. Should she answer it?
Why the hell not? she thought to herself. She figured the worst that could happen was her perverted sense of humor would scare him off, possibly for good. That, or her complete lack of makeup and sagging neckline. Fuck, it sucked getting old. Her mind kept thinking it was twenty until her eyes looked down. It always made her wonder what the fuck had happened. She wasn’t sure at what point her ass started sagging but she most definitely was not happy about it.
She clicked on the green accept button, holding her tablet up a bit so he wouldn’t get a full screen of her braless cleavage hanging out of her tank top. She couldn’t help but smile as she saw him on the screen, propped up in his bed just as she currently was. His photos just didn’t do him justice.
“Hey,” she said, feeling like a complete idiot as she waved at her tablet.
He smiled, waving back. “Hey yourself.”
“So what are you doing?” she asked after a brief second-long silence, taking another sip of wine as she eyed him over the rim of her glass.
His smile broadened. “Hitting on an older woman. And I see I was right.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh really, what were you right about?”
“That you’re just as beautiful in person.”
She burst into laughter, the sound musical as it echoed off the walls of her bedroom. “My, don’t you have a set on you.”
He grinned back at her. “Is that a yes then?”
“For what?” she asked, a lop-sided grin on her face.
“I asked if you wanted to see it.”
She flushed, once again feeling the heat rush to her center as she remembered the photo he had sent of his perfect little ass.
“Oh sweetie, this isn’t a case of I’ll show you mine if you show me yours is it?”
He shrugged. “Not unless you want to show me yours.”
“Don’t you think you should at least offer me a drink before you start stripping?”
“You already have a drink,” he pointed out as he nodded at the glass of Merlot in her hand. He leaned over a tiny bit as he picked up the beer sitting beside him on the nightstand, raising it in a silent toast to her. “And I’ve got mine.”
“So does this mean we’re having our first date then?”
“Mmm, I always wanted to date an older woman.”
She tried not to snort. Damn, this kid certain had balls, she would give him that much.
“I’m not sure you would know what to do with an older woman.”
He stuck his tongue out, wagging it up and down as if he were licking an invisible ice-cream cone. It was so damn cute, she started giggling.
“Exactly how much have you had to drink? And are you even legal to buy beer?”
He laughed with her. “Yeah, I’m twenty-two. And this is my first one.” He eyed her as she sipped her wine.
“What about you? How many glasses does that make?”
“Mmm, just my second. And you should be careful about sticking your tongue out like that, especially when you’re on stage.”
“Because some cougar might snatch your cute ass off the stage and shove her tongue down your throat. It may or may not be me, I’m just sayin’”
He raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Is that a promise?”
“More like a threat.”
“Nope, too late, no take backs. Now you’ve got to kiss me when we meet.”
I’d like to do a hell of a lot more than just kiss you, she thought to herself.
“So what are you up to tonight? It’s Friday, shouldn’t you be out with friends or something?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“That’s an easy one,” she said with a laugh. “My idea of a night out is spending it curled up with a good book, or a good movie.”
“Not much for partying?”
She shook her head as she adjusted her position in the bed. “No, not since my twenties. I spend so much time trapped inside a cubicle at work, spending time at home is actually a treat for me. What about you?”
“What about me?”
She gave him a crooked grin. “Stop being coy. Why aren’t you out enjoying your youth, hanging out with friends or playing a show?”
He shrugged. “We’re going on tour in a few months, we’ve been in the studio for the last eight months straight laying down new tracks. Knowing I’m about to spend the next four months of my life crammed into a tiny van with four other guys makes me want to hunker down and enjoy my own bed while I have the chance.”
She nodded in agreement. “I can understand that. So you’re just relaxing at home?”
“Mmm hmm,” he replied as he took another sip of his beer. “So what do you do? You said you spend all day in a cubicle.”
She groaned. “Ugh, I work for a technology reseller. I don’t have an official title, I’m just considered ‘sales support.’ But if you want to get down to the nut-cutting, technically I’m the special projects manager for the company.”
“What does that mean, ‘special projects’?”
“Well, we don’t just sell technology equipment, we also do audio-visual room design and networking design as well as install the products we sell. It’s my job to track all the equipment which gets ordered, make sure my territory project managers and sales team know when there are problems, make sure my subcontractors get purchase orders issued as well as get paid for the work-“ she stopped, realizing she was babbling. “Sorry, I keep forgetting what I do isn’t easily described and if you don’t work for the company it’s nearly impossible to wrap your head around.” She paused before adding, “Let’s just say I do a lot of paperwork.”
“No, it’s fine. It actually sounds like you have a really difficult job.”
She nodded as she took another swallow of wine. “That’s putting it mildly.”
“Stressful I bet.”
She lifted her glass. “Yep, hence the liquid courage after five every day,” she said with a grin.
“Damn, what the hell did you study in school?”
“Do you mind me asking what you make?”
“Mostly inappropriate comments and smart-ass retorts.”
He laughed. “That bad huh?”
“Let’s just say the only thing I’m managing at that job is my temper, and these days I’m not really doing a very good job of it. I should get a bonus check for every day I go without smacking the shit out of one of my coworkers.”
They both laughed, sitting in comfortable silence for a few minutes. “Did you always want to study business?”
She grimaced. “Hell no. I wanted to study music journalism, or photography, but that shit doesn’t pay the bills. And unfortunately, I live in a tiny little town where jobs are very hard to come by, especially if you don’t have a dick and don’t know someone who can pull some strings to get your foot in the door.”
He nodded. “I think that’s the way it is everywhere. But I’m glad to hear you don’t have a dick. That might make things awkward.”
She giggled. “So you’re not secretly hiding a vagina in your pants, right?”
He raised his eyebrow. “That reminds me, I never showed you the front.”
“Oh, stop it now,” she said a bit breathlessly, her face flushing.
“Damn, I made you blush. I can’t believe it.” He paused for a second, not sure he should ask but still wanting to know. “What are you wearing?”
“You want to see what I’m wearing?” she asked as she lowered her voice, looking at him through her lashes.
He nodded his head, his eyes shining brightly in the dim light of his bedroom.
“Hold on,” she said as she took her selfie-stick and attached it to her tablet using the extension she had rigged. She extended the handle, the tablet rising a good foot above her, giving Micah a view of her sitting in her bed.
His eyes roamed over her tank-top and pajama-shorts as she smiled at him, wondering what on earth he could possibly find even remotely attractive about her.
She laughed as she switched positions on the bed, resting the selfie-stick on her knee. “Disappointed?”
He shook his head. “Not in the least.”
She smiled as she took another sip of wine. “You don’t have to lie, I don’t mind. Things start to, um, head south as we age.”
“Why do you do that?”
“Act like you are past your prime or something. You’re not old,” he said.
She laughed. “Oh sweetie, trust me, thirty-nine is getting pretty old.”
He made a clicking sound with his tongue as if he were waving off her comment. “Nonsense. If I didn’t know how old you actually were, I would swear I was talking to someone my own age. You’re beautiful, confident, and you have the same wacky sense of humor I do.”
She blushed. “Well, thank you, but that doesn’t change the fact I’ve packed on a few extra pounds over the years. Damn metabolism isn’t what it used to be,” she added with a laugh.
“Naw, you’re soft and round, like a woman is supposed to be.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I’m round? I’m not sure if that was meant as an insult or compliment.”
He laughed nervously. “No, it was a compliment. I mean you’re not a skinny little scarecrow who spends half her day in the gym building up muscle and the other half obsessing over what she’s eating. There is no bigger turn-off for me than hugging a female that feels hard and stringy, especially if I take her out for a steak dinner and all she orders is lettuce with the dressing on the side.”
She busted out laughing. “So you don’t like fitness buffs or models then.”
He grinned at her. “Hell no, I want a woman with a bit of meat on her bones so I don’t feel like I’m going to break her if I get a little rough in the bedroom.”
Ember arched an eyebrow at his statement, her body instantly on fire as his words conjured up all kinds of erotic scenes inside her head. “So you like it rough, do you?”
A slow, playful smile slid across his face. “I believe that’s my line.”
“Mmm, yes, but I like to be the one giving the orders.”
He squirmed around on the bed, his mouth slightly open. She could hear his breathing, labored, his eyes wide. “Really? Like, you’re a top?”
She kept her bright blue eyes trained on his as she slowly nodded her head. “Yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is that weird?”
“No,” he said hoarsely, his hand moving off-screen.
Her eyes darted downward, her own breathing becoming labored. “Show me what you are doing, Micah,” she said in a quiet, yet stern voice.
He gulped. “Yes ma’am,” he whispered softly, the sound of his voice sending shivers down her spine.
He adjusted the angle of his phone, his hand soon coming into view where it rested over a raging hard-on which was trying desperately to escape the loose shorts he was wearing.
“Show me,” she said, her voice once again raw with desire.
He pulled the waistband of his shorts down, slowly teasing her.
Her own eyes grew wide as she felt the now-familiar heat scorch its way down to settle in her center, her arousal so sudden and strong it was nearly painful. She fought the urge to groan as he slowly slid the shorts down, inch by delicious inch.
A loud pounding suddenly came through over the speakers of her tablet, and she heard Micah curse before the entire screen suddenly spun out of control before settling to show her a view of a white ceiling.
She heard muffled voices followed by the sound of a door closing close by. Suddenly, she saw Micah’s face again, his cheeks flushed.
“Um, Spence just showed up. Apparently he’s been trying to call for the last half-hour but I can’t get incoming calls when I’m using Skipper.”
“Everything okay?” she asked, silently wishing Spencer would take a long walk off a short pier, at least for tonight.
“Yeah, he just wants everyone in the studio for a quick practice session. We’re so new, we’ve got to make sure this first big tour goes off without a hitch, you know? Sorry,” he said, his aquamarine eyes still bright in his face.
“No problem. Go, have some fun for me too.”
He grinned at her. “Call you tomorrow?”
She smiled back at him. “You better,” she said before adding, “oh, and wear something sexy.”
That beautifully seductive smile spread across his face again. “You too,” he said softly before he hit the disconnect button, ending their strange conversation.
Ember rolled over on her bed, shoving her face into her pillow as she squealed in both happiness and frustration.
“Fuck me!” she screamed as she rolled onto her back, staring up at her ceiling with a lop-sided grin on her face. “What the fuck just happened?”