“Fuck, that’s better. So much better,” he said in a pleased rumble.

I wasn’t sure I could do this now. He wasn’t hidden behind text messages anymore. He was right there in front of me.

“Are you sure we should do this?” I asked him, hoping he’d changed his mind and terrified he would at the same time.

“Take off your panties, Sienna,” was his response.

“Okay,” I replied, and reached down to take them off.

“I want to see,” he said in a deep voice.

All right. I held the phone with one hand so he could see me taking my panties off with the other hand. I wasn’t waxed completely. I did keep only a small strip of hair there because I hated how it felt when it was bare.

“Fuck, you got red curls,” he muttered. “I want to bury my nose in that and inhale. So damn deep you stay with me for days after.”

I whimpered. It was all I could do. All the naughty talking I had imagined in my fantasies was never this good. He was much better at it than my imaginary Dewayne was.

“Slip a finger in, baby. Let me watch.”

I was so turned on I didn’t even question him. I did as he told me, and knowing he was watching me made me moan with pleasure. It was almost as if it was him touching me.

“That’s it. Fuck, that pussy is wet. I can see the curls all sticking together. That swollen clit needs attention. Give her some. Easy and slow,” he said in a low growl.

I did exactly like he said.

“Easy . . . Fuck yeah. Now let me watch you suck that finger clean.

Oh my. I had never tasted myself. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

“Come on, Sienna. I need you to taste your sweet pussy for me. I want to eat it so damn bad. Do it so I can watch, baby. Do it for me.”

When he said it like that, I was pretty sure I’d do anything. I held the phone back up to my face and watched his face as I slipped the finger into my mouth.

“Suck it, baby,” he said, breathing heavy. Then I saw his arm moving.

“Are you . . . are you . . .” I couldn’t even ask him.

“Yeah, Little Red, I’m fucking getting off on this. Best damn jerk I’ve ever had. Now let me see how wet you are.”

Knowing he was enjoying this so much he was beating off, I opened my legs and held the phone down there so he could see exactly how turned on I was.

I heard him curse and groan. “Touch it for me. Fucking touch it. Damn plump pussy lips are the prettiest pink I’ve ever seen.”

Yes, Dewayne was the king of dirty talk.

I slipped another finger down until my fingertip touched the entrance I had been asking Dewayne to fuck harder just a little while ago.

“Fuck that pussy for me. God knows I want inside it so bad I can’t think straight. It looks so tight. Almost fucking new. Touch it for me, baby.”

I began pumping a finger in and out of me, and Dewayne’s name left my mouth.

“Face. I want to see your face,” Dewayne demanded.

I was lost in my fantasy, but I moved the phone back to my face, and the dark look in Dewayne’s eyes made me tremble.

“Say my name again,” he said as his arm pumped, causing his muscles to flex. He was gorgeous.

I cried out his name and threw my head back.

“Look in my eyes,” he barked, and I did. I forced my eyes open and ran my finger over my clit just as I came apart. It was so much better than my earlier orgasm.

Dewayne’s grunt and shout followed mine, and I smiled at the knowledge that he’d enjoyed watching me that much.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re gonna ruin me. Fucking ruin me,” he said in a low whisper.

I was breathing hard and didn’t respond. The embarrassment that had left me when I had gotten so worked up came back. The knowledge that he had gotten off too helped marginally. At least I hadn’t been alone in that.

“Tomorrow we’re just friends,” he reminded me, and although I knew that, hearing him say it hurt. It hurt bad. Because all I could think about now was doing that for real. He apparently wasn’t thinking the same thing.

“Right,” I agreed.

“You good?” he asked, looking worried.

I was sure my disappointment was all over my face. I had to cover that up, and fast. “Yeah. More than. I need sleep now. So . . . uh . . . thanks,” I said with a forced smile.

He nodded but didn’t look convinced. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you then. Good night,” I replied, and ended the call before he could respond.

DEWAYNE

What had I done? How was I supposed to forget that? Fuck it all, seeing Sienna play with herself wasn’t something I needed to see. Now I was all screwed up in the head. My attraction to her was now full-blown need. I needed to eat her needy little pussy. And it was pretty. So damn pretty and plump. And pink.

Damn! I had made a major mistake. I could not have Sienna that way. Ever. She was Micah’s mother. She needed a man who was worthy of her. Not me. I wasn’t what she needed. I had too much baggage. Besides, what happened after I fucked her and was done? I was always over a woman once I fucked her. The mystery was gone and I was finished. I couldn’t do that to Sienna.

I guess it was a good thing that when I cracked I did it through FaceTime. That was just playtime. Nothing too serious. Sienna couldn’t get all googly-eyed with me. She still had Mr. Vice Principal to date.

He’d just better keep his hands off her.

Fuck. I was fucked. I had to shake this loose. Without fucking her out of my system.

I revisited the memory of her slipping her finger into her mouth, and my dick went from zero to sixty. I had to get laid, and fast. Before I screwed up seriously bad. My parents would never forgive me, I would never forgive me, and Sienna would hate me. I couldn’t lose Micah because I wanted in between his momma’s legs.

They were really great legs. Fucking amazing legs. The skin on the inside of her thighs looked so soft. Shit. I wanted a taste. Maybe I could get a taste of her on my tongue, and then I’d be over her. Then she wouldn’t hate me. I’d explain that it was just for fun. Nothing more.

I walked up to her front door with burgers and fries from the Pickle Shack. I had to get a grip on this. Tonight was about Micah. Not Sienna and her hot little body. If she had a magic pussy, then I didn’t need to get near it. I’d seen my friends come in contact with magic pussy, and I wasn’t ready for that shit. Ever.

“Dewayne!” Micah cheered as he opened the door. He had known I was coming, and he was still excited to see me. That helped remind me why I was here.

“Hey, little man. Ready for the best burgers you’ve ever eaten?” I asked him.

He frowned. “Do they have mac ’n’ cheese on them?”

The kid was obsessed with mac ’n’ cheese. And as a matter of fact, I’d had mac ’n’ cheese added to his burger.

“Yours does,” I told him. His little eyes went wide and his grin got wider. “YAY! Momma, Dewayne got me a burger with mac ’n’ cheese on it!”

I looked up just as Sienna walked into the living room from the kitchen. She was wearing another pair of leggings and a baggy T-shirt over them. No makeup and her hair was up in a ponytail. If this was her trying not to act like she wanted to impress me, then she didn’t know me that well. Because her looking all comfortable and clean was sexy as hell.

“He has you all figured out,” Sienna said, smiling down at Micah before looking up at me.

She smiled at me shyly and had that look women got when they wanted something more. Shit! Shit! Shit! I had told her we were just friends. That what we’d done didn’t change anything.

“Um, you two can go ahead and eat. I’ve already eaten, and I’m going to go take a soak in the tub. Enjoy your visit.”

Or maybe not. She was escaping. I didn’t want her to escape. I wanted to hear her laugh and see her eyes light up. I also wanted to make her smile. And see her eat. Dammit.

“You don’t like burgers?” I asked, trying to think of a way to keep her in here.

“She loves ’em,” Micah offered.

“I got you the best,” I told her.

She looked like she wanted some but was fighting it. Was it because she couldn’t look at me? I didn’t like that. I wanted her comfortable with me.

“You didn’t eat nothing but a few pretzels with peanut butter, Momma.”

The kid was telling on her. Which was funny and was giving me leverage.

“You don’t have to eat the whole thing, just eat some. I know you don’t eat a lot.”

Micah looked up at me and frowned. “Yeah, she does! She can eat lots more than me. She normally eats a whole burger, fries, and a piece of pie.”

Then why the hell had she picked at the pizza? Was it really because of the “average” comment? I’d straightened that out already. Hell, after last night she shouldn’t have any concerns around me.

“Gotta keep those curves in place. It’d be a shame for them to disappear,” I told her.

“What curves?” Micah asked.

Her eyes went wide. She looked over at the bags in my hand and let out a sigh, then smiled. “Okay. I’ll eat. It smells delicious.”

Score.

Micah started telling me about his day at school, and I tried like hell to listen to him and not focus on his mother sitting down across from me, eating her burger like it was the best thing she’d ever put in her mouth. She’d clearly been starving, from the way she was eating. I hated that she’d picked at her pizza the other night and had been hungry. All because of my dumbass comment to my mother.

“And Mama T said I could come over to her house and stay the night again soon. We’re out of school Friday and Mama T said I could stay with her ’cause I don’t want to stay at day care. Her and Grandpa Dave’s house is more funner.”