Love for the Librarian

I went to my room and no sooner had I started to change into my bed clothes than my phone dinged. I took a look at who it was, there was a text from Dylan: What are you wearing?

I looked down at myself and then decided that I was not going to answer the truth, just the half truth. I had taken off everything but my underwear and I was not going to text him that I was in that. So instead I texted back: I am in between outfits at the moment.

A quick text came back: Send a picture.

I replied: I am not doing that.

He sent back: I’ll send you one.

I smirked: Alright you first.

A few minutes later I got a picture back of Dylan in nothing but a pair of boxers, he had taken it in front of his bathroom mirror. His muscles showcased there on my phone left her mouthwatering. I blushed. Because I was imagining what was under the boxers that were riding so low on his hips. Then my phone dinged again: Your turn.

I bit my lip and decided, what could it hurt? Only Dylan would see it right? I shot him a quick text: No one else better see this.

Never: was the reply.

I sucked in a deep breath and stood in front of my vanity. There I shot the picture. To me I looked like a nervous girl standing there biting her bottom lip, but I quickly sent it. Silently I was thanking God that I had on my good underwear and cute black lacey set that Katelyn had insisted I buy. After all, if we were going to do long distance this is some of the things we would do. I needed to get used to it.

I quickly got a text back: God that is so hot.

Then another: I wish I was there to touch your bare skin.

I sent back: I wish you were here too.

Then he sent: Where would you want me to touch you?

I thought for a moment: That spot on my hip right above my underwear.

His reply: God that is so hot. I can imagine gliding my fingers over that spot. Putting my mouth on it.

Then my phone rang, I saw Dylan’s name come across the screen. I slid the icon over to the green phone. “Hey,”

“I need to hear your voice. Pictures are nice, but I want to feel you here.”

I sat down on my bed. “Dylan this isn’t something that I have ever done. I’m a little nervous.”

“I haven’t done it before either, I just felt compelled. I figured if I can’t have you that this is the next best option. Tell me where you want me to touch you. Tell me baby, it’s ok.” His voice sounds so seductive.

I lay back and allow my fingers to glide over my skin. “I want your hands to glide over my skin, so softly I can barely feel anything but the tingles left behind by your touch.”

“God that’s hot. I know I keep saying that but it is the truth. I want to do that. I want to glide my lips along your skin and kiss every inch of your skin. Are you touching your skin?”

“Yes, are you?”

“Oh, God yes.” It almost comes out as a moan.

“I love the feel of your lips on my skin and your arms wrapped around me.”

“You have got me so hard. I want you to touch yourself and tell me how wet you are. I want to hear it Riley.”

I don’t know exactly what the hell I am thinking, but I do it. I slide my fingers under the rim of my underwear. I let out a small moan when my fingers meet my core. This is definitely not something I have done before. I am modest to say the least.

I hear his sensual voice on the line. “Tell me baby. I want to hear it.”

“You got me so wet.” I murmur. I start moving my fingers around on instinct. What the hell am I doing? I start to ponder why I am doing this when Dylan’s voice comes back to me.

“Touch it for me baby. Slide your fingers in. Baby do it for me.” A moan escapes my lips as I do what he says. “Oh, baby I am touching myself and your moans alone are sending me over the edge. Baby, keep going.” He moans at me.

I put my phone on speaker, I have now started to touch my chest through my bra, my nipples have hardened. A tingle is going straight to my core. “I am touching my chest now, Dylan, I wish it was you.” I moan out.

“Baby, I will soon enough. Do it for me now baby. Touch it all, baby, picture me over your body, devouring your lips and body.” He is moaning too.

My fingers move faster, I can feel my body getting ready to release, I can feel the build. “Dylan I’m close.” I moan into the phone.

“Come with me. Do it for me baby.” He demands on the other side.

It is enough to send me over the edge. “Dylan.” I moan out. At the same time, he moans my name. I am laying there catching my breath. I can hear Dylan on the other side doing the same.

“That was intense. I have never done anything like that before. Riley, you are amazing, not even being here you did that to me.” Dylan breaths into the line.

I kind of giggle back to him. “I definitely never did that before. God, Dylan, if it was that intense on the phone, I am scared of when you actually get me.”

“Oh, I will get you, I am just waiting for the right time baby. This will have to do for now. Although it is very good. I think at this point you have ruined me for the rest of my life. You are the only girl I will be able to have.” He sounds completely serious.

“I am not so sure about that.” I chuckle back to him. I mean come on we are eighteen. I am not going to live in a fantasy bubble where we are going to live happily ever after. I know the world doesn’t work like that.

“Oh, you have and I haven’t even been in you yet. Baby, I want you so bad.” His voice is intoxicating.

“Dylan, I am not under some delusion that we are going to be together forever. I know we are young. I know long distance is hard. I am willing to try though. Is that enough for you?”

“Of course, just give it a hundred percent and then if it doesn’t work it is because we know we just weren’t meant to be. Can you do that for me?”

I smile, hearing him talk like this makes me want to believe in love, believe that we can make it. “Yeah, I’ll do it. You have to give it your all too.”

“I know this sounds cheesy and all, but I think I am falling in love with you. I am already giving my all to this. I know you probably don’t believe me, but I am telling you the truth. Baby, you are my world right now. I can’t believe how possessive you make me feel. I want to keep you away from others’ eyes and keep you all to myself. Not that I would, I just feel like it.”

“Dylan I am not all that.” I give him a scoffing voice.

“Oh, don’t doubt yourself babe. You make me want to go caveman on you. Hell when Kevin said that he was going to your school I was going to punch him right there in front of your aunt. I know there isn’t anything between you two, I just feel that way sometimes. When I see how close you two have gotten I get jealous. I have never been jealous in my life. You do that to me.”

“You have no reason to be jealous of Kevin. Nothing will ever happen between him and I.” I am still laying on my bed looking at the ceiling as I talk to him on speaker.

“I know that, it is just a sneaky little thought that floats in and makes me crazy.”

“Dylan, as much as I like talking to you, I need to take a shower now. I feel dirty.” I am shy about it, but it is necessary.

“Yeah, I should probably take a shower too. This is not a clean activity. I liked it though.” I can hear the smile on his face.

“Me too.” I smile back at him even though he can’t see it. I hope he can hear it in my voice. I want him to know he makes me happy.

“Get cleaned up. Think of me as you drift off to sleep.”

“Same to you.”

“No problem there, I have been doing that for days.” He groaned.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“You plague me at night too.” I laugh. “I think I am getting less sleep being involved with you.”

“Well then maybe you will have good dreams of me tonight.”

“You will definitely be on my mind. After that I may have trouble sleeping.” I grumble.

“If you have trouble sleeping, call me. I will help you sleep. Now go take a shower.”

“Good night Dylan.”

“Good night babe.” I click off the phone.

I head to the shower in my room. After I get in I hear my mom knock on the door. Then she pokes her head in.

“Honey is everything alright. Are you sick or something?”

“No mom, I was just talking to Katelyn and took a little while to get in here.” No way am I telling her what I was really doing, or who I was talking to.

“Usually you take a shower in the morning, I was just worried you might be sick. I’ll let you finish up. Good night honey.” She leaves me alone.

I let go of the breath that I didn’t even know I was holding. I do not need my mom to know what I was just doing. Then the realization hits me that I never locked my bedroom door, she could have come in sooner. Panic has now set in and I am forced to take deep breaths to calm myself. God, Dylan is making me insane. The thought didn’t even cross my mind to lock the door. Granted I wasn’t lying when I said I had never done anything like that before, I guess my inexperience is showing.

When I climb into bed later I am reminded why I don’t take showers at night. My hair is wet and I don’t bother to do a damn thing with it. I am beat. I pull it over to the side so it isn’t all sitting on my back and neck. I will still have a wet pillow, but at this point I am so tired I don’t think it will bother me. Sooner than I thought I am asleep with thoughts of Dylan laying next to me.