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     her cell, grabbed ahold of her nerve, and made her virgin call to a stranger she’d met on a sex site.
    “Hello.” His voice was deep and slow, sort of like a Barry White baritone.
    “Hi. Carl?” she asked, talking fast. Her voice was shaky.
    “Yes. Tangie?”
    “Uh-huh.” She said it as though she just might be lying.
    “How are you? You nervous?”
    “A little.”
    “Don’t be. Just first-time jitters.”
    She nodded as if he could see her. “So, you’re used to this, I see?” she told him, making it sound like a question.
    “Yeah. Sort of. I found GFF about a year or so ago.”
    “I see.” There was a lull. Magnolia cleared her throat.
    He spoke up. “So. What are you looking for on a site like this?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Just curious?” he asked.
    “You could say that.”
    “I will tell you one thing. You need to be careful, especially if you do end up meeting up with anyone. Make sure you don’t
     take valuables with you, and maybe if you have a friend you can trust, you can tell them where you’re going. Don’t go to anybody’s
     home. Only hotels. And even then, as a single woman, be aware. Make sure no one is using his or her cell or laptop to tape
     you. You know, all I’m saying is, be careful.”
    She smiled, barely. “Okay. That’s nice of you to tell me that.”
    “No problem. You really sound sexy.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Kind of sultry.”
    “Really?”
    “Really. Making my dick hard the more I hear you talk.”
    “I see.”
    “Tangie.”
    “Yes.”
    “Is your pussy wet?”
    Damn, he got right to it. “I don’t know.”
    “Check.”
    Magnolia went from the desk chair to her bed, sat on the end and parted her legs a little, inserting her finger, playing along.
     “Yeah. It is.”
    “Wetter than usual?”
    “Yes.” She cleared her throat like it would clear her mind. “I’m not used to talking like this with someone I don’t know.”
    “Then think of me as someone you do know. Pretend I’m an old friend. A friend from college, and now we’ve connected. Pretend
     you’re going to see me this weekend, but until then, we talk about the good old times together, like how you’d sit on my face
     every morning.”
    “I would?” Magnolia found herself leaning back.
    “You would. We’d call it the good morning hello. And you’d let me eat your pussy till you’d damn near smother me when you’d
     come. How you slid down to my dick and rode me, bucking like you were pumping for dear life.”
    “Ummm.” She rubbed her thighs, and then her pussy lips.
    “And then you rose up from my dick and faced the other way, getting on your knees, and you raised my legs and backed it up
     so I could watch your ass clap.”
    “Uh-huh.” She again stuck her middle finger inside. Her wetness was seeping.
    “You do have a big ass, don’t you Tangie?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Good. Do me a favor. Put the phone up to your pussy and finger-fuck yourself so I can hear it.”
    Magnolia found herself doing just as she was told, placing her cell to her opening with one hand, and sliding her finger in
     and out to the sound of her creamy juices. Loud juices. Louder than she thought it would be. She put the phone back to her
     ear. “Did you like that?” Her tone was suddenly X-rated.
    He moaned deep. “I did. I almost nutted. But first, I want you to taste it for me.”
    “Taste it?”
    “Yeah. Stick your fingers in your mouth and tell me what it tastes like.”
    She immediately licked her own juices from her finger. “It tastes sweet. Different. And it smells good.”
    “Good. Now suck your finger like you’re sucking my dick. And let me hear that shit.”
    She did.
    He sounded as though he was in pillow talk overdrive. “See, I’m about to. Damn, Tangie. Suck it. Suck that big dick. Uggh.
     Uggh. Aww.” And Carl came for Magnolia, or Tangie, or whomever, over the phone. He kept groaning and made the sound of a deep,
     yanking grunt.
    Magnolia kept listening as