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off any edges my willpower can’t. Soon I am
free. Quiet. Soothed and peaceful. This is how I’m supposed to feel. Calm. Zen.
Satisfied.
    Plastic against ceramic vibrates next to me and I
peek at my phone to find a number I don’t recognize, looking back at me from
the screen. Normally, I’d ignore it, but I’ve been lulled into a heavenly place
where everyone and everything is wonderful.
    “Hello?” I purr into the receiver.
    “Nicole?” a male voice asks.
    “Mmhmmmm… And you are?” I bring up my knee and
watch the bubbles slip down my thigh.
    “This is Danny. You were at my game-night? With
Grant? Ran into you at brunch awhile back?” he asks, his voice a little nervous,
but nice.
    With my free hand, I trace the top of my exposed
thigh down the trails of dark naked skin the retreating bubbles leave behind.
“Oh, right. Danny…how are you?”
    I can hear his smile as he answers, “I’m good.
Good. You?”
    I smile in return. “Soooo good. Where are you
right now?”  
    He’s startled by the question. “Uh… I’m at home.
Where are you?”
    The mirror is fogged, and beads of condensation lazily
drip down my temple. I almost say the scandalous naked in the bathtub . “Home. So…” I travel my hand down into the
water and lightly touch the soft tuft of hair between my legs. “What’s up?”
    “Oh, I’ve got another call. Can you hold for a
second? Don’t go anywhere.”
    I smile and slide a finger down. “I’m not going
anywhere.”
    He has no idea what I’m doing, which makes it
soooooo exciting. The phone goes dead while he takes the other call, and I ask
myself, who would do what I’m doing now? Not many women, that’s who. I smile
and watch my knees wave back and forth as I lightly caress my pussy below the
bubbles, hidden from my view. There’s something extra sexy about it, being down
there, humming with feeling, where I can’t see. It’s like traveling your hand
to your lover’s crotch under a dinner table when no one’s the wiser. This
thought turns me on, and when I hear his voice return, “I’m back. Sorry about
that,” I brush the tip of my clit just once for a necessary tease.
    “It’s no problem,” I say softly, stroking it
again. And again.
    “You’d mentioned you’re a painter and I wanted to
know if I could see your work somewhere.” As I listen to him, I circle my
little bean lightly, feel the sweet waves of arousal rising from the depths of
me. “I’m not sure if you’ve got a showing going on, coming soon… or if you have
an agent I have to go through, but I’ve been thinking of calling for awhile,
and just finally decided I’d ask. I know nothing about how this whole thing
works.” He laughs. “I hope I don’t sound like an amateur.”
    “You sound fine. Don’t worry about it,” I say
quietly. “Ummm… I don’t have a showing.”
    “Oh.”
    He sounds so disappointed, that I offer without
thinking, “But you can come by my studio.” The mention of it, of visions of
Michael painting in it furiously, burns me hotter and I cup myself in my hand,
applying firm delicious pressure, then back to sweet little flicks on the sides
of my clit.
    “You have a studio? That’d be perfect. I’d love to
come by.” He pauses and I close my eyes. “Um… what’re you doing? Now, I mean.”
    My eyes shoot open and I freeze. “Nothing. I’m not
doing anything.”
    D id he hear
me sloshing?
    “Good. Can I come by now?” he says.
    “Oh,” I say, exhaling, “You wanted to know if I’m
busy now,”
    “Yeah. Are you?”
    Looking around the cozy set up I’ve got going on
here, I hesitate. I shouldn’t say I’m busy. “You want to see my work now?” I
ask again. A real buyer. This is big for me.
    “If it’s not a bad time,” he answers, but then
pauses. “It’s no big deal. We could do it another time. It’s just I’m free,
because it’s Saturday and… but, really. Let’s do it another time. I’m just
really interested in seeing your