Fourplay | The Mostly True Story of a Lusty Librarian's Swinging Sexcapades

Texting or Sexting?

Whew! I flop onto my bed grinning and shaking my head. That auction might actually have been fun! Brooke was so jacked up guiding us through the crazy crowds of wealth and wannabes. Then, there's Dominick Chandler! What was that about? "I would like to give it to you," and "Do you want to find out?" He was so playful and oblique he made me squirm. I'm racking my brain, questioning if he meant what it sounded like. Or is it what I want to hear?

No man has ever done that to me! I was tingling the whole time until he disappeared in a cloud of mystery. Definitely the most handsome and sexiest guy I've ever been face to face with. "Aren't you supposed to have a big prick?" Oh God, I wanted to crawl under the car! Mmm, I stare at the ceiling almost moaning as my fingers brush my hardened nipples. Get a grip, Morgan. We're not doing that now. Wait... WHY NOT?

I grab my phone with a hand that wants to be elsewhere. I'm going to check my MATCH messages and see if Dan checked in to his out-of-town conference. What the hell? There's a notification on my home screen.

A 602 number with an iMessage. Damn spam. Another house flipper wants to "make me a cash offer."

Sliding open my texts, I jolt to attention:

Dominick: Hi, it's Dominick. It was so fun to meet you today, Morgan. Hope you and your friend had a great time? Hey, my friends call me Nick.

What? How did he...? I read it again. That guy texted me. That guy.

Fingers trembling, I dash off.

Me: Great to meet you too, Dominick. You left in such a hurry? How did you get my number?

Three dots right away. What?!? He's online. I jump up to contacts and add "Nick."

Nick: I'm in tech if you don't know. It's not that hard. Wait... should I rephrase that?

Okay, he's going there right away. I drop my phone. I don't think I can do this! And the 'come on lines' whispered at the auction? Is this Dominick guy a pervert nut job? My nipples whisper that they're hard. I'm blushing. I bite my lip and picture that chiseled face. And that wink. Damn him!

No, there's a clever, smart, witty tone to those whispered come-ons. Right? Am I trying to convince myself? Why would he want me?

Oh damn, three dots...

Nick: Apologies. That might have been too forward. Did I lose you? Am I in trouble? And it's Nick... please.

"No, no, no, no, don't go, Nick", I mutter, jabbing at my phone in a frenzy.

Me: I'll be the one getting in trouble, but... it's kind of sexy. Shhh, don't tell anyone I said that!

Did I write 'sexy'? Is WHY NOT kicking in?

Nick: Our secret! I have to run to a charity dinner for the auction. Okay to text you good night later?

Me: Running away again? Am I a charity auction widow already? Sigh. Thanks a lot. Now, I'll be checking my phone all night!

Nick: Yeah, sorry about that today. You inspired me to take my car out of the bidding and have my Tech in Education foundation buy it and donate the funds. Any ideas?

Me: The university library! Not sure I was an inspiration.

Nick: You told me I had a big prick, remember? (As Morgan hits delete and blocks my number.)

Oh God, he would bring that up. If I was blushing before... I can't believe I said that!

Me: I'm so embarrassed. Please forgive me?