Free Substitute Boyfriend by Jade C. Jamison

neck.”  I smiled and used my left hand to pull my hair back, tilting my head, imagining his lips were feathering down it, leaving a damp trail.  It was then that I realized my phone might be a hindrance, so I held it out and changed it to speaker and told Roman that was what I was doing.  “You okay if a neighbor overhears me?”
    I smiled.  The wine was settling in nicely and I wasn’t quite so uptight.  “It’ll be like you were here the whole time.”
    He chuckled again.  “Especially if I can make you come hard.”
    The smile slipped off my face as I felt my inhibitions melt away.  He was right.  I might be the one touching myself—and he knew that—but he would be the one guiding the action, and I would be the one doing the same for him.  This could be a lot of fun.  “Let’s see what you can do.”  I relaxed my head against the back of the couch once more, closing my eyes again, focusing on his voice.
    I could hear a slight smile in his voice.  “I’m going to lift that pink t-shirt of yours.  Slowly.  I’m kissing up your belly, one inch at a time.”  I could almost see his head there and I wished I could touch him then.
    I could pretend, something I’d grown pretty good at.  “I weave my fingers through your hair, holding your head in my hands.”
    “That’s pretty good.  How do my lips on you feel?”
    “Hot.”
    “I’m pushing your shirt up higher.”
    I swallowed and, essentially, broke character.  I thought I had it, but I felt unsure.  I had to know I was doing it right.  “Hey, Roman, I gotta ask a question.”
    “Yeah?”   He sounded kind of dreamy and far off…but also amused.
    “Am I supposed to, you know…pretend like you’re here?”
    “That’s the idea.”
    “Uh…and, um…”
    “Yes, Beth.  It’s okay to touch yourself.  That’s the whole point.”
    There were times I was grateful that Roman could read my mind.  This was definitely one of them.  So I let him talk me through it—and I interjected when I could, but a lot of times, he would have to ask me or prompt me.  He was patient, knowing I’d never done this kind of thing before.
    It might have been harder imagining he was there if I hadn’t been able to hear his voice and know how turned on he was getting too.  As I imagined his lips on my breasts, my neck, my inner thighs, his head between my legs, I got completely into the moment, and I could hear his breathing growing heavier over the phone, so I knew he was close too.  The nice thing, I guess, about doing it this way was I could tell exactly what needed to happen for me to get there—a slight shift of my leg, for instance.  I knew when it was time to speed up the action, and as I got closer, Roman’s voice seemed to be farther away, but he was all I could see in my mind.  In my head, his wicked hot naked body was hovering over mine as he drove inside me.
    I don’t know why the picture in my head was in black and white.  Maybe because it was damn near perfect and movie like.
    “Ohhhhhhh, God,” I moaned, yelling probably louder than I ever had before when reaching climax.  It was intense too, unbelievably amazing.  I realized in my haze that I could probably be heard in the hallway, so I bit my lip, but that didn’t stop me from taking care of myself and seeing my orgasm through to the end.  When I was done, I clamped my thighs closed over my hand, breathing heavily, collapsing my head back against the sofa.
    I let out one last long sigh, listening for Roman.  I was afraid of interrupting him if he was still going, and I couldn’t remember where I left him off…if that makes any damn bit of sense.  Finally, I heard him breathe, “Holy shit.”
    I smiled, finding my sense of humor.  “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
    “Yeah.   But how would you feel about a little company tonight?”
    Oh, like this was the appetizer?  “You’re on.”
    * * *
    A few days later, we made plans to get together, and I