I stared at him, my heart beating wildly. “That won’t be necessary.”
His brow furrowed, looking curious. “What do you mean?”
“You won’t have to take the program off.”
“Why not?”
“Because you didn’t put it on there.”
“Huh?”
“There’s no program watching me.”
“Mandy, you’re not making sense.”
“You said we talked about Rachael.”
“So?”
“Bobby and I didn’t talk about Rachael last night. We talked about her in the afternoon, before my computer froze.”
He shook his head. “You’re mistaken. I know what I saw.”
“Yes, you did see it. But you saw it in the afternoon.”
“Mandy, you’re confused.”
“No, I’m not. You didn’t install a watcher program because you don’t need one.”
“Mandy, please stop this.”
“And the reason you don’t need one is because I tell you all of my secrets voluntarily. I share everything with you, Bobby.”
“What? What are you saying?”
“You know what I’m saying. You’re Bobby. The guy I’ve been so close to for the past year. The guy I’ve shared everything with. The guy I’ve made love to with my words during all those late nights. The guy who’s shared his secrets with me, and made love to me.”
“Mandy, that’s crazy.”
“No, it makes complete sense. That’s why you never sent me your picture. And that’s why you said you lived on the other side of the country, so there would be no chance of us wanting to meet.”
“Please, just stop.”
I looked into his eyes. There was no anger or denial. Only a pleading for me to stop. I put my hand on his chest.
“It’s ok, Brandon. I’m not upset. I’m glad it’s you.”
“Mandy, we can’t.”
I slid my hands up on his shoulders and pulled him down as I pulled myself up. I turned my face upwards, my lips searching for his.
“Mandy…”
I pulled harder, and our lips met, so soft against each other. I could feel him resisting, his hands on my waist trying to push me away. But I clung tighter to him, kissing him gently, reassuring him that I wanted him too.
Suddenly, his hands slid from my waist to the small of my back, and he pulled me into him, causing my spine to arch and my breasts to press harder against his chest. His kiss became urgent, and I felt his tongue lick along my lips. I parted them slightly, allowing him entrance, and I sucked his tongue softly as it probed into me.
Finally, our kiss broke and we pulled slightly apart, staring at each other. Then he spoke.
“It started with me just wanting to watch over you. I didn’t mean for anything to happen. But then I got to know you — even better than I did during the four years we lived together. And I found myself wanting to share with you too. I may have lied about who I was, but I never lied about the important things, like what I was feeling.”
I smiled softly. “All those nights we talked, it was you in the room next to me?”
He nodded. “Or in my dorm room at school.”
“You know all my secrets.”
“And you know mine.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Did you mean it when you said you wanted to know what it felt like to make love to me?”
His eyes met mine for a long moment. “Yes. Very much.”
His arms pulled me in and we kissed again, our mouths urgent as our bodies pressed together. I felt myself being lifted and carried to the bed, where he bent and laid me on it, following me down, keeping our kiss intact.
My legs spread and moved around him, and the material of his jeans felt rough against my bare pussy as we moved together. His weight felt good on me, pressing me down into the mattress as his hands moved over my body.
As our tongues danced together, I felt his hand cup my bare breast, squeezing it gently and teasing the stiff nipple with his fingertips.
“Oooh,” I breathed, as a shiver of pleasure when through me from his touch.
I locked my legs around him and ground my pussy against the hard lump of cock in his pants. The heavy denim material pressed into my soft folds and rubbed against my swollen clit, sending another wave of pleasure up my spine.
His lips left mine as he leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking at the swollen flesh, creating an arc of pleasure between my breast and pussy.
“Uhhh,” I moaned, my hands kneading the muscles of his back, feeling his strength underneath.
He moved his hand down between us, and cupped my pussy in his palm, letting a single finger slip between my slick labia, pressing it deep. I groaned louder and arched my back, pressing harder into his touch.
He moved to my other nipple, leaving the first wet and tight in the cool air of the room. At the same time his finger found my clit, and flicked softly over it, causing me to gasp loudly.
“Ohh, Brandon, that feels so good.”