Charity's Warrior (19 page)

"Can't u just come over?"
I teased.

"If I was in NY, I would already be there tasting every inch of u,"
he typed.

"OMG, I really would enjoy that right now. I haven't even seen ur lips, but I want them on me,"
I replied.
"And ur fingers and tongue."

I'm being a little bolder tonight than usual, desperate to be distracted. Until now, we had barely started sexting, usually after some much more innocent teasing. I don't feel like playing around tonight.

"I'd slide my tongue along ur thighs, working my way up between ur legs until my tongue is in u, tasting ur musky juices, opening u for my fingers,"
he sent.

Oh my God!
That was hot, and just what I wanted!

My pulse is really racing now.
"I think I need to take my thong off 4 our conversation this time. I don't think I can just chat,"
I said.

"Please do,"
he sent.
"I'd like to know ur getting turned on, if ur touching urself."

"I don't want 2 b the only 1, I'd like 2 know ur hand is wrapped around ur hard cock as u imagine it in my mouth, sucking on it and licking its tip,"
I added.

"Give me a second to get undressed,"
he replied.

Holy Christ! This is really going to happen.

I pulled my thong off quickly while I waited for him, and positioned myself so that I could type while masturbating. My fingers were already between my legs and I sent,
"Im already starting, just the thought of u holding ur cock is 2 much. I want 2 lick the top of it while u jerk on it."

"Let's take care of u first,"
he said when he returned to his keyboard.
"That's what I'd do if I was there, make sure that u cum before me at least once with my tongue on ur clit. I want to taste u, have ur wet lips sliding under mine, suck them into my mouth, ram my tongue inside u. I want to feel ur thighs squeezing on my face, quivering from a building orgasm. My fingers sliding in and out of ur wetness in long, slow strokes that match the pace of my tongue pressing on ur swollen clit. I'd love 2 hear u moaning n crying out while I decide when to let u explode."

"God I want that. Use ur tongue to make me scream. Make my juices n cum drip down ur fingers b4 I wet ur cock by sucking on it and rubbing ur balls, jerking u into my hot mouth, pulling it out to tease u, slapping it on my lips, flicking my tongue at its slit. All to keep u hard n wet so that u can fill my pussy with it, fuck me like an animal."
I was so turned on, working myself toward a quick orgasm. It was already starting with the twinging pulses. My problems had all slipped away, and there was just this rising orgasm.

"I will stand u up n bend u over, thrusting my cock into u while squeezing ur ass, pulling ur hips into me to fuck u harder n harder, feel my stiffness pulling out of u to its tip n ram back into u, filling u,"
he typed.

"Tell me what ur doing right now,"
I demanded, knowing I am close.
"I want to know ur hand is squeezing ur cock and jerking it while you think of me. I want to know when ur stroking is starting to make u cum and what it feels like for u."

There is something so hot having him touching himself, giving himself an orgasm while picturing me.

"I can already feel it starting,"
he sent,
"I'm picturing how good u feel inside, how wet and hot, and I have my right hand jerking myself off. I'm rock hard, completely swollen like I might split open in desire. And I'm also picturing what u look like right now, ur fingers rubbing ur pussy, ur chest heaving up and down."

"Squeeze ur cock for me, squeeze it and tell me how it feels,"
I typed.

His responses were getting slower and slower, and so were mine. It was hard to type one handed, especially when we were both getting ready to cum.

"It's warm n hard, n squeezing it while thinking about u makes me tingle n twitch deep inside, my muscles contracting to explode."

"Now squeeze it and pull on it. Rub ur thumb on its head and pull on it over and over. Jerk it for me,"
I sent.
"My fingers r wet from my soaking pussy, n they're slipping around my hard clit as I picture u jerking and cumming for me. My hips are thrusting n the thought of ur cum dripping over ur own knuckles is 2 much. I put my fingers in me to wet them some more 1 last time. I'm going to cum thinking about u jerking off. Do u like that? Can u picture me squirming and cumming, knowing it’s because of u."

"Yes, I like that,"
he typed after a moment.
"If ur ready I'm going 2 cum. I'm just waiting for u."

I was ready; I was seconds away from cumming.
"Yes, cum for me now. I'm cumming and I want to know u r 2. I'm cumming right now."

"I'm cumming,"
was all he typed, all he probably had time for.

I stared at the words, picturing cum pouring over his fingers and dripping off, and my orgasm exploded. My hips thrust to each stroke of my fingers, riding the climactic waves.

It was hot and wonderful, not as great as if it had actually been his tongue or cock that did it, but it was close. It was certainly needed.

"OMG!"
I typed to him when I had gained control.
"That was so hot."

He didn't answer yet, and I expected that as he had more clean up than I did before he could type.

"I want the real thing soon,"
I sent.

He finally responded.
"Yes, very soon. U r incredible, but I want to feel u. I need 2 taste ur cum. I luv getting u off."

"So do I,"
I sent.
"That's all I had to picture, you cumming on yourself, full of desire 2 ram ur cock in me. I really need to feel ur hardness pushing its way between my wet lips, into my pussy. I want to feel myself clamping and squeezing down around u as I climax."

"Well, u will b. I
have
2 have u now,"
he typed.
"There's no stopping me."

I started to type to ask him what he meant by that, but he signed off. I stared at the laptop, stunned at the way that ended, and then laughed. It was very typical JP, and he knew it.

I noticed the light on the utility area of the laptop again, a dot within a circle. Sometimes it was on, sometimes off. Right now it was on, shining up at me as if to tell me it had been watching, but as I watched, it went out.

WE WERE WALKING BACK
from lunch when I spotted the hoodie bouncing along a block or so behind us. I'd had a strange sensation, something tugging at my subconscious and whispering for me to turn around. Hard as it was, I ignored it at first, unwilling to become a paranoid freak always looking over her shoulder. Not knowing suddenly seemed worse. I could take a quick glance and prove to myself there was nothing. Actually finding a hoodie behind me was unnerving, a hard blow to my confidence.

My head snapped forward like a startled deer, hoping no one, not the guy in the hoodie, or the girls, saw me do it. I can feel the blood drain from my face with no way to stop it from happening. Lynda said something that made the other girls laugh. I hadn't heard it, but faked like I did to remain unnoticed.

I hadn't fooled everyone.

Clarice was looking at me through a concerned scowl when I glanced at them. She wasn't even hiding it. I see her turn around and check behind us, even though she has no idea what to look for, which meant she had seen me turn around before, seen my terrified expression. She was good enough not to tip the others off, and when her eyes fell on mine again, she used them to ask me if I was okay.

I didn't have an answer for her, not yet. I turned back around, nervously, but the hoodie wasn't there. Out of the corner of my eye I see Clarice looking again as well, hoping to see whatever I had, but apparently I was just nuts. I locked eyes with her again and smiled sheepishly, letting her know all was fine, sort of.

The concern and the curiosity were killing her, but it wasn't the time to get her answers. She turned herself back to the conversation with the other girls, whipping around in her Anne Klein suit. It has a collarless ruffle-front jacket that I didn't feel I could pull off myself, not without her serious look. It's finished with a sheath dress that clung to her just enough. She glanced my way a few times to check on me quickly. I was going to have to explain things back at the office, but once again I am doubting myself.

Had the hoodie even been there, or was I way more affected by the attack than I had a clue about? My eyes are sure the hood was there, but I don't know any more if I can trust them.

It was hot again today. The tall city buildings blocked any breeze, letting the sun beat on us relentlessly. Surely, if the man in the hoodie had really been there he would stand out like a sore thumb with a hood over his head. He would be dropping to his knees from the heat. It made more sense that he was my imagination, the way he appeared and vanished with perfect timing, unseen apparently by anyone other than myself.

"Charity, I have almost those same Jimmy Choos T-strap wedges, but not in the suede. I love those," Jennifer said, flattering me.

"Thank you," I replied, trying hard to let my mind find some distraction. "You have the glitter?"

"Yes, exactly," she said. "You know your designers."

"It's my only hobby," I said smiling. "There wasn't much else for me back home but the magazines. It's probably where I started my desire to come here in the first place."

Now I felt great in my Tahari by ASL pant suit with the buckle-pocket jacket. It complimented my Choos, not the other way around, without being pretentious. At least that's what I thought. Maybe I look like a bitch?

Fuck it! I don't care!

"Well, we're glad you came," Clarice said, finding a way to comfort me.

"Kiss my ass and speak for yourself," Jennifer said. "First she stole JP from me, and now she has better Jimmy Choos than me? I hate her."

All of us are laughing now. I even let myself join in.

"I didn't steal JP, I had him at LOL and TTYL," I joked.

I looked over my shoulder a few more times before we made it back to the building, but there was nothing else to see. Clarice saw me do it each time. She was watching me like a hawk now, but her discretion is admirable.

We weren't back ten minutes and she was at my desk. "Tell me what that was about?" she demanded in a quiet voice. "And don't say it was nothing."

"I'm not sure what it is," I said. "A few weeks ago I was attacked; someone came up from behind me at a bar, strangled me, and tried to take me."

Clarice's face took its turn going white. "Jesus, Charity!"

I nodded understandingly. "It was right before I started here, actually."

"I take it they didn't catch him?" she asked, obviously puzzling me how she could have known that. "You thought you saw him behind us today—so he must not be locked up."

Her observation and deductive skills are impressive.

"No, they didn't catch him, but I don't know that I really saw him either. I'm starting to think the shock of it has affected me more than I realized. It's not the first time I got all freaked out thinking he was there," I confessed. "I thought I saw him across the street from my building, too."