by JA Huss
But the ups and downs of the Dumas family fortune really have nothing to do with winning and losing.
It’s all about keeping secrets and not getting caught.
When I get to the dive shop my mother is away having a late lunch with the power women of the marina. All wives with husbands who work on the ocean. And that’s good for me and my dad, because she has no clue what we do every month and this keeps her occupied.
“Lonz,” my father says as I enter the back room. “What are you up to today?” He’s reading the newspaper. He’s the only person I know who still reads an actual newspaper.
“Just wasting time on my day off.”
He looks up at me over his reading glasses, his blue eyes just a little bit grayer than I remember them being when I was small.
He snaps his paper to make it crease, then folds it up. Then he takes off his glasses. “Well, I’m glad you’re here. Our mission this month has run into… some complications.”
And that’s how I waste the rest of my day. Going over plans and plots to make sure the cargo we’re transporting this weekend actually gets delivered.
Look, I never said I was a good guy.
I never claimed I was honest and I have been catfishing a really nice girl for the better part of two years now.
But you know what? Fuck the rules. Fuck the law. Fuck all of it.
No one is going to stop us from picking up our cargo and dropping it off safely.
This is why I can’t date girls in real life. This is why I have to lie to Tara. This is why I feel a little bit numb, a little bit satisfied, and a little bit empty.
We are smugglers.
And we’re proud of it.
I’m never going to apologize for what I do, or how I do it, or why I do it.
This is my new normal.
CHAPTER FOUR - TARA
“Madam Tara’s Psychic Hotline, how can I serve you today?”
Lonnie laughs on the other end of the phone. “Madam Tara?”
“Yes, I am Madam Tara. What can I do for you, Lonnie?”
“How did you know my name?”
“I am psychic, Lonnie. Keep up, please.”
“I think I called the wrong number.”
“No.”
“Yeah. I did. You see, I was calling Tara Tanner. Sexy librarian. I phone-fucked her hard this afternoon in the library bathroom and I was hoping…”
“You were hoping she wanted to do it again?”
“Uh. Yeah. So… like I said. Wrong number.”
“No. Right number. I am Madam Tara, sexy librarian.”
“No. You have a weird Russian accent.”
“All girls named Tara have Russian accent.”
“Simply not true, madam.”
“How can I prove to you?”
“That you’re Tara? Or that all girls named Tara have a bad Russian accent?”
“My Russian accent is perfect. How can I prove to you I am sexy phone-fucking librarian named Tara?”
“Hmmm… let me think.” He thinks for a moment. “You could phone-fuck me back, I guess.”
“I do you phone-fuck back. Bend over.”
“No, no, no—”
“You said fuck back. I stick my finger in your asshole and—”
“No, no, no—”
“OK, then. You not want my finger in butt? I tell you future. How about that?”
He’s laughing hard now. I really like his laugh. He sounds so different when I make him laugh. I can’t explain it, I just… feel this difference in him.
“OK. Tell me my future, Madam Tara.”
“OK. I tell future. You take notes.”
“Is this… is this gonna take long?”
“Why? You have hot date?”
“Yes. I told you. I want to phone-fuck Tara.”
“So you do want finger in butt?”
Now we both laugh.
“You’re kinda fixated on ass sex tonight. Is that a hint?”
“Hmm.” I pause. “I would say yes to that in real life, you know.”
“I’m sorry, Madam Tara? Is that you? Your accent disappeared.”
“Momentary lapse. OK. I tell future. It’s all about ass sex.”
“I can’t wait to hear it.”
“You take notes.”
“I have my pen and paper ready.”
“One day soon, Mister Lonnie. The moon will be pink.”
“A full, pink moon. Got it.”
“Not full. Just a sliver in the sky.”
“A pink sliver in the sky. OK. Well, that’s kinda cryptic.”
“All fortunes are cryptic, Mister Lonnie. They rise and fall like the tide.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“When this pink moon appears, sexy librarian will be on her knees.”
“All fours? Or between my legs with her mouth open?”
Jesus Christ. This man. Sometimes I don’t understand. I just can’t reconcile this hot dirty talk with the nerd glasses and button-down shirts. “All fours. Yes. She wants you to put your cock in her ass.”
And then I picture this for real. That huge cock…
“You’re hesitating, Madam Tara.”
“You know… your cock is kinda big, Lonnie.”
“Accent!”
“No, fuck that. I would like to talk about how big your dick is. And why you’ve been hiding this from me for two freaking years!”
“Would it have changed anything?”
“Hmm. No. I guess not.”
“It was a nice surprise, right?”
“It was.”
“All this time you’ve been picturing my dick… how? Small and skinny?”
“No.”
“Were you picturing it?”
“Of course.”
“So what did it look like in your mind?’
“You know. Porn star big.”
He laughs. “So what’s there to talk about? I met your expectations?”
“Exceeded them.”
“That’s good.”
“Pretty fucking good.”
“And this whole ass sex thing? Part of the act like the accent? Or is that a real request?”
“Ha. Like you’re ever going to get the chance.”
“So you don’t want me to get the chance?”
“I didn’t say that. I’m just making an observation that we’ve been dating—well, phone-fucking—for two years now, and… yeah. I’m not sure there’s any actual ass sex in our future.”
“You’re supposed to be telling me my future, Madam Tara.”
“I am, aren’t I?”
“I’m ready.”
I take a deep breath. God, I really like him. I wish we really could meet in real life. Not just for the ass sex, either. I want to see his face when he laughs. And when he comes. I want to straddle his middle, slap my hands down on his chest, and rock his world. Phew. I brush some hair out of my eyes and take a breath. “OK. I’m on all fours. Like I said. And you’re behind me.”
“Are you naked?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Right now?”
“Of course right now. This is a regularly scheduled phone-fuck. But also in the future.”
“Send me a pic. I want you on all fours with your ass facing a mirror. Take a picture of that.”
“I love it when you make demands.”
“For real? Or that’s sarcasm?”
“No, for real. OK. One sec. Let me get in position.”
Even though I probably have this pic in my dirty Tara pic directory, I decide to take a new one. I have a large mirror attached to my dresser so all I really have to do is get up on my hands and knees and point my ass in that direction.
“Hey, Tara?”
“Almost ready. One sec.”
“Do you… like doing this?”
“Doing what?” Shit. The phone slips out of my hand as I point it at the mirror. I snatch it back up and point it at the mirror again. I want him to see my face too. Even though he didn’t ask
for it. That’s perfect. I click the pic and scramble back under the covers. It’s fucking freezing tonight.
“Tara?”
“Sorry. I dropped the phone. Pic coming your way.”
“Do you though?”
“Do I what?”
The message delivery notification dings on the other end of the line. “Jesus.”
“Is it not good enough?’
“No, it’s… fucking hot. You. You’re so fucking hot. That’s why I’m asking.”
“Asking what? I think I missed your question.”
“Do you like taking pics like this for me?”
“Yeah. Sure. Why? Do you think it’s weird? It’s weird, right? Should I be all… offended? I should, shouldn’t I?”
“Not if you don’t want to be. I’m only asking because… well, I like them. I like you, Tara.”
“Hmm. I like you too. You’re the best part of my day.”
“Really?”
“Seriously.”
“Me too.”
I sink down into the covers a little more, suddenly warm and tingly all over. “Sometimes I wish you were here. But I don’t like to say that to you.”
“Why not?”
“Because we’re in this… relationship. I guess it’s a relationship. We’re doing it this way for a reason. Right?”
“What’s your reason?”
“What’s yours?”
“I dunno. I’ve been asking myself that question a lot lately.”
“Oh, shit.” My heart skips a beat or two. “You’re tired of me, right?”
“No, not at all.”
“Then what do you mean?”
“I just… like you. I like you, Tara.”
“Good. I like you too.”
“But…” He hesitates. “Hey, you didn’t tell me my future.”
“You didn’t phone-fuck my ass, either.”
He laughs softly on the other end of the phone. “OK. Valid point. So if I phone-fuck your ass you’ll finish my future.”
“That’s a deal I won’t turn down. Especially since I’m not a psychic and all I have to is make shit up. To be clear, I will make sure it’s nice shit.”
“Well, that’s perfect. Because I won’t really be fucking your ass.”
“We’re just one long string of lies and fantasies, aren’t we, Lon?”
He’s quiet for a moment. Maybe too many moments.
“Lonnie?”
“You know what I love most about this pic you just sent?”
“Tell me.”
“Even in the low light I can see that your pussy is wet. Reach down between your legs, Tara. And tell me how wet it is.”
OK. Now we’re talking. And even though we’ve literally done this like a hundred times, I always get a little nervous when we first start. Always get a little shy and embarrassed. Even when it’s inconvenient and even when I’m not really into the scenario we’re playing, I always try to do what he wants. He would never know. Ever. I could lie to him right now. Tell him I’m all wet and ready for his dick to slide right up in my pussy.
But I won’t. And I don’t.
“I’m… not quite there. I need a little help.”
“Then let me help you. Picture this in your head, OK?”
“OK.”
“I walk in your room. You’re asleep with your back to me. It’s cold there, so you’re all bundled up in the covers. I walk over to the bed and slowly, so as not to wake you, pull the covers back. I reveal your bare shoulder first. Then your upper back. Then the curve of your hip. And finally, your perfect ass. I place my hand just above your skin. It hovers there, collecting your heat. But I don’t touch you. I can’t touch you until you give me permission.”
This is how we do the dubious consent stuff in our roleplaying. He stops the fantasy and makes me say yes before he continues.
I’m not an expert in phone sex. I’m only an expert in phone sex with Lonnie. So I’m not sure if virtual consent is a thing, or just his thing. But I love when our fantasy starts out like this. Because I know he’s about to say things that will make me come. Dangerous, dirty, filthy fucking things that excite me and scare me in the same breath.
“Go ahead, Lonnie. Touch me. Fuck me. Do anything you want to me.”
He lets out a breath. “My hand rests on the round curve of your ass. Caressing it for a few moments. You moan a little in your sleep. Turn over, but just your upper body. So I can see your breasts and your tight, hard nipples. I reach down and spread your ass cheeks open so I can see your pucker and your pussy at the same time.” He pauses.
“It feels good,” I say, encouraging him.
“Are you wet now?”
My fingers are still between my legs. Rubbing my clit in small gentle circles. “Oh, I’m wet.”
“Good. Because I’m going to stick my fingers inside you.”
“How many?”
“At least three.”
I close my eyes and actually imagine this. God, I wish he was here. I wish he was standing over me. Looking down at my naked body. Lusting after my ass and my pussy.
“My hand is between your legs, Tara. Sliding between your ass cheeks. One fingertip finds your clit and I play with it for a minute. You moan again. But you’re still sleeping.”
A rush of warmth fills my lower body and the tingle begins between my legs.
“I press that one fingertip forward until it slips inside you, just a bit. You moan and move your head a little. So I stop and wait. Because I don’t want to wake you. Not yet. I want to be inside you when you wake up. I want you to realize I control you. I need you to know that even in your sleep, I can make you come when you think you’re alone.”
Which is so true. Because he’s made me come hundreds of times already and he’s never even touched me.
“You go still again. Your breathing evens out. You slip deeper and deeper into the dream. So I slip my fingers deeper and deeper inside you. You’re so wet. Aren’t you?”
“I so am.” And it’s not a lie. If he was here, that fat, long cock of his would slide right up inside me.
“I take a chance now. Because I can’t wait any longer. I place my other hand on your shoulder and turn you over so you’re lying flat on your stomach. Then I unbutton my pants and pull out my cock. Fisting it and pumping to prime myself for what comes next. I kneel on the bed. Gently opening your legs with my knee. Until you’re spread open wide for me. Then I take my fingers out of your pussy and drag all that delicious wetness up to your asshole. Because that’s where I want to put my dick, Tara.”
I am holding my breath. I mean… shit. The phone sex is always fun. But it has a rhythm. We banter. We joke. We play. And this… this feels like something else altogether. I almost feel like a voyeur in his fantasy.
“Both of my hands spread your cheeks open and I lean down and lick your ass. Kissing it. Then licking it again. Getting it nice and wet. Good and ready for me. You moan again, almost waking up. But I say, ‘Shhhhhhh,’ and you drift back into your fantasy. I fist my cock, pumping it a few more times. It’s so hard, Tara. So fucking hard. I lean forward and press the tip against the tight pucker of your ass. This is always the hard part. This always hurts even when you’re ready for it. And you’re not ready for it. You’re in the middle of a sex fantasy. You’re asleep. So when I thrust inside you, you wake up immediately. You buck your back and gasp for breath. But I place one large, strong hand firmly between your shoulder blades and pin you to the bed so I can push myself deep inside your ass.”
“Oh, God.” I really wish he was here. I want him to do this to me. I want to wake up with Lonnie Derringer’s cock in my ass. His hand on my back, pinning me to the mattress.
“Now what happens, Tara? Tell me what happens next.”
I open my mouth to tell him… and the call drops.
“What the fuck?” I stare at my phone. And I’m just about to call him back when it rings.
Not a phone call though.
A FaceTime.
CHAPTER FIVE - ALONZO
Her face appears on my phone. Even in the hazy low light I can tell her cheeks are flushed with excitement.
“What the hell?”
“Sorry.” I say it, but I don’t mean it. I planned this. Every fucking word. Every fucking moment. “I wanted to do it a little different this time.”
“Two cam fucks in one day. That’s a new record.”
“Maybe I’m tired of the phone? Maybe I need something else?”
“Oh, my God.”
“What?”
“You’re not wearing your hat.”
“Oh, yeah.” I reach up and run my fingers through my hair. It’s pretty short. I always wear it short. But it’s been a couple months since I had it cut. So it’s probably a mess right now.
She just stares back at me from the phone screen.
“What?”
She shakes her head and smiles. “I… I kinda pictured you bald.”
I let out a laugh. “Yeah. Well, I kinda wanted you to think that.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s who you think I am, right? Some loser accountant with a receding hairline who can’t get a real girlfriend, so he finds one online.”
She’s still staring at me.
“Say something.”
“I’m just… kinda of stunned, Lonnie. You don’t have your glasses on either. You look… wow. You look like a totally different person right now. You don’t have a shirt on, do you?”
“No. I sleep naked.”
“OK. What… what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve never seen your dick. Until today. We almost never FaceTime and today we did it twice. You always wear your hat, and your glasses, and a shirt, and right now you’re missing all those things. It’s fucking with my head.”
“Should we stop? I was just about to rape your ass.”
She laughs. A good sign after what I just said. “No. I don’t want to stop. But I want to rearrange the fantasy since it’s my turn now.”
“You didn’t even come yet.”
“Oh, buddy. Trust me. It won’t take much. I’m like… dying for you.”
“Just not in your ass?”
“I’d love to have you in my ass, but only after you fuck my pussy.”