“I was wondering if you
had any plans for the weekend,” Geraldine murmured down the phone.
Paul had to adjust himself in his trousers. That smoky voice was
surprisingly alluring.
“I, uh.” Paul was a little
taken aback at Geraldine’s forwardness. Usually he was the one who
suggested to his date they go out. However, with Trevor’s illness
he’d found himself staying in for the past few weeks. His
reluctance to leave Trevor alone of an evening had finally caused
Cindy to basically dump him. Paul realised he wasn’t overly
broken-hearted.
“You still there?”
Geraldine asked.
“Oh, uh, sorry. Look, I
don’t know if I’ll be free. Can I call you back? I just need to
check with my housemate.”
“You’re housemate is a
lucky person to have such a considerate friend.”
“Oh, I—” Was he
blushing?
They talked for a few more
minutes, Paul’s erection showing no signs of going down. Mentally
slapping himself, he concluded the conversation, hung up, visited