Chapter 36: Skype Adventure

David sent me a recording of my song when he got back to Jersey, and it’s been non-stop on the iPod ever since. I’ve been keeping it to myself; its way too personal to share. I will eventually, though, but not quite yet. We’ve been trading e-mails and playing phone tag; usually when he calls me I’m either in a meeting or so dog tired from catching up after my vacation that I’m dead to the world, and don’t hear the phone. We’re still managing to talk every day, which I cherish, because I know once they’re on the road, it’ll be tough to keep that up. I have no illusions, David’ll try his damnedest to call me every day, but sometimes it’ll just be impossible.

The weeks went by quickly, but the nights were long. I missed David terribly. I wasn’t going to let on how much, though. I don’t want him thinking I’m some clingy hanger-on. So, I got through the short week and the first full week at work without incident. I schlepped back and forth to work, got next to nothing done for all the meetings I was scheduled for, and ended up working most nights. The night before the guys left for Japan, David and I talked on the phone for hours. He was excited for the tour, but wished they were starting closer to home.

“You’ll be back Stateside before you know it,” I said.

“I know, but I’m gonna be half a world away,” he whined, “and I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too, baby,“ I said. But we’ll both be so busy, the time will fly. Soon it’ll be March, and we’ll hook up in Connecticut for the weekend.”

“I can hardly wait,” David said.

“Me, neither,” I answered.

“I really wish you could hook up with the girls in Chicago when we’re there,” he said. “It sucks that you have to go to India.”

“I might not,” I said, feeling bad about lying, but wanting to keep up the ruse. The Harem and Sam were getting together in Chicago for the concerts at the end of February. At that time, I thought I was going to have to go to India on business, but that fell through. I didn’t tell David, though; I wanted to surprise him at his hotel. It was really hard to not break down and tell him the truth.

“Really?” David perked up.

I smiled an evil smile. “Really. It may be Ireland instead.”

“You bitch!” he said good naturedly.

“You know you love me,” I teased.

“I know,” he said. “Alright, I’ve gotta get a nap, I think. I’m not sure. My body is all screwed up with the time difference.”

“I know. Alright, sweetie. Have a good night – day – whatever, and I’ll talk to you when you can.”

“You’ll talk to me tomorrow. Later today. Whatever,” he laughed.

“Yeah, babe,” I said, “Whatever”.

That weekend, I went to the Patriots’ playoff game, where we beat Jacksonville. Somewhere in there, a giant of a man stomped my foot, and I’m pretty sure my toe was broken. It was purple and swollen, and hurt like hell. It was a fantastic game though, and afterwards, I was on an adrenaline and endorphin high. Damn, I missed David. When I got home, I Skype’d David in his hotel room. It was mid-afternoon in Japan, and I hoped they hadn’t gone to sound check yet..

“Hey baby, how was the game?” he said, squinting. “How the hell many layers do you have on?” he burst out laughing. It was an 8:30pm game, so it was very cold. I had on several layers, and looked like the Michelin man.

“It was fan-frickin-tastic. We won! And, I have on lots,” I said, with an evil little smirk. “It’s freezing up there in the stands. I was going to get changed; wanna count the layers for me?” I winked as I peeled off my Johnson shirt, and David said, “Shit!” and bolted away from the camera. I heard him yell “Don’t move!” and his door open and close. Then a bolt and chain, and he was back. The whole thing took about thirty seconds.

“What did you do?”

“Set the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door. The guys think I’m still a bit jet lagged, and Jon will let me, erm, sleep, yeah, that’s it.” He wagged his eyebrows at me, and rested his hand on his chin. “That was one,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, and blew me a kiss.

I slowly stripped off three sweatshirts, David’s t-shirt that he left at Thanksgiving, a turtleneck jersey, and a man’s thermal undershirt. Finally, I was stripped down to my bra.

“Looks like it was seven,” I said to him, grinning, and sat down in front of the computer.

“I see one more,” he said, his voice getting husky.

“You’re kidding, right?” I don’t think I wanted to pursue this, but damn, I missed him something awful.

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” he asked. Even with the crappy office-supply-store cameras, I could see David’s eyes darken. OK, I guess we were gonna play…



Still sitting, Hath unhooked her bra, slid it off, and waved it in front of the camera. “Eight,” she said smugly. Her breasts were well out of view of the camera, and she could see David peering into his screen, like it was a window or something. “Changing your angle won’t work,” she said. “The girls are well out of view.”

David growled. “I know that,” he said. “Show them to me.”

“Uh-uh,” Hath said; you take your shirt off first.

He hastened to comply and demanded again, “show them to me.”

Hath pushed her chair back from the desk, and asked, “Better?”

David groaned. “Oh, yeah.” He just looked at his woman for a few minutes. “How many layers did you put on so as to not freeze your ass?” he asked.

Hath’s pulse jumped. “Hmmm, I can’t remember.” She shrugged, but made no move to remove them. There was a little smile on her lips though, and David grinned.

“Maybe we should count those, too.”

“Maybe…”

Hath leaned down to unlace her hiking boots, giving the camera a view of her dragonfly tat and smooth expanse of back. She removed her boots, wincing at the pain in her toe, and tossed them aside and sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

Hath laughed, making her breasts twitch. “Nothing. Some falling-down-drunk idiot literally fell on me and stomped my foot. I think he broke my toe. She removed her socks (both pairs) and bent over. “Yep, it’s bruised and swollen and a wee bit crooked. It’s broken.”

“Aw, Baby I’m sorry.”

“No worries. Now,” she said seductively, settling back into her chair. “What were we talking about?”

And just like that, David was aroused.

“We were trying to count how many layers you had on your ass,” he said, smiling.

“Ohhhh yeah,” Hath said, and stood abruptly, so her zipper was even with the camera. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She had to sit to peel them off, and dropped them behind her. “That’s one,” she said, and stood again. This time, there was a pair of track pants, and they slid down easily to reveal thermal long-johns, which quickly joined the pile on the floor. She was left in thick tights, which she sat to peel off. She sat expectantly. “Looks like four,” she said, smirking, knowing what was coming next.

David knew too, and stood. He silently undid his own jeans, and pushed them to the floor. Hooking his thumbs into his boxers, he arched an eyebrow at Hath. She stood, and hooked her own thumbs into the sides of her panties. Together, they lowered the last garments. Each got a glimpse of the other before they sat down.

“Now what?” Hath asked, her voice a rasp.

“Now, you go get your toy from the nightstand,” David said softly, his eyes hungry.

“Oh!” Hath breathed. “OK, I’ll be right back.” She slowly got up, and went into her room to follow orders. She stopped off in the bathroom, too, for a towel to put on the chair. “What the hell am I doing?” She asked herself.

When she got back to the chair, her screen was empty. She watched as David reappeared from the bathroom with his own towel, and marveled at how aroused he was. It made her feel powerful, that she could do that to him. He strode purposefully back to the computer, and sat down. “Hey there,” he said softly.

“Hey yourself,” Hath answered, all traces of self-consciousness gone. Slowly, she pushed her chair back further, so her whole body was reflected in the camera. She locked the wheels and scooted forward to the edge of her seat, letting her thighs fall open. Idly, she started stroking herself with long, sure strokes. David groaned. This was a woman who knew how to pleasure herself, and wasn’t ashamed to do so. He thought that was extremely sexy.

Hath bit her lip as her hand moved over her. “What’re you doing, baby?” she asked, breathlessly. She could see his shoulder flexing, but couldn’t see his hand.

David scooted back a bit so Hath could see. He had taken himself in hand, and was stroking slowly from shaft to tip, over and over again. Hath couldn’t tear her eyes away. The sight was almost unbearably erotic. She moaned, and sped her motions. Hath felt the familiar tightening and knew her release was coming soon. She took the toy and held it up so David could see it, then slowly inserted it, groaning at the coldness. She met a little resistance, as she was tight, and with a little hard shove and a loud moan, she buried the dildo to the hilt

“Jesus, Hath,” David said. He had stopped what he was doing; his full attention on Hath. Her unfocused eyes saw this, and she pouted.

“No fair,” she said. “I’m not doing this alone.” She started to pull the shaft from her, and David stopped her.

“Sorry, baby,” he said. “I got caught up in watching you. You are so beautiful when you’re turned on.”

“So are you, my love,” she answered, and started moving again.

The phone rang in David’s room, but he ignored it, his eyes glued on Hath. She stroked faster and faster, and he saw the flush creep over her body. He stroked faster and faster, and fought against the urge to close his eyes. He didn’t want to miss a second. Hath started twitching a little, and he could hear her little moans, and it was nearly his undoing. The phone started ringing again, and David didn’t even spare it a glance. His legs were tensed on the floor, and he was hunched over a little, arm pumping furiously.

“Hath?” he said, his voice desperate.

Hath’s head dropped back, totally oblivious to everything else. Her other hand white-knuckled on the chair’s seat, Hath’s hand was a blur. The growl started deep in her chest, and exploded from her as the orgasm overtook her. She cried out loudly, “Oh my God!”, but couldn’t stop her hand. Hath’s head thrashed back and forth as she was gripped by the sensations attacking her body.

David growled too, and with a loud “Unh!” emptied into the towel he had draped across his lap.

A pounding on the door in David’s room made both of them jump.

“IT SAYS DO NOT DISTURB!” David shouted.

“I don’t give a shit,” Jon answered, and Hath burst out laughing. Jon could hear her, and smiled. “What are you doing in there?”

“Nothing!” David shouted back, shooting a warning glance at Hath.

Hath chuckled. “We’re celebrating my team’s win, Jon!” she yelled.

David hissed. “Jesus, what’d you do that for?” he complained, but started laughing when he heard Jon exclaim “Shit!” from the other side of the door.

“Uh,” Jon said. “Just meet us for sound check, D. Ninety minutes.”

“Yeah, boss,” David said, and he and Hath burst out laughing. “You are so gonna get it,” he said.

“I certainly hope so,” Hath said. Slipping the toy from her body, she twitched. “I know you have to go to work,” she said. “Go do what you have to do. I’ve gotta get to bed.”

David leaned in to the monitor, and traced a finger across Hath’s image. She shuddered as if he had touched her. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you more,” Hath answered, smiling.

“That just isn’t possible,” David countered.

Hath sighed. “Go to work, my love. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Count on it. Bye.”

“Bye.”