This is a challenge I posted at another site using the words touch, toothpaste, thong, carpet, and angry.


Talk Dirty to Me

By Lisababe


I stuck the toothbrush in my mouth and almost gagged as the toothpaste hit my tongue. I glanced in the mirror, and it confirmed what I felt- I looked like shit.

Face the facts Manoso; you're too damn old to drink all night. I rinsed my mouth and tossed the toothbrush on the counter. I dropped the towel around my waist to the floor, and leaned on the edge of the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. Morelli was waiting on Stephanie when I dropped her off at her apartment. One glance at the light in her bedroom window told me he was there for a reason, the same fucking reason I would be there waiting for her. I felt angry all over again, but I flipped out the light, walked across the carpet , and fell face first on the bed.

I rolled over on my back and closed my eyes, but the images wouldn't go away. I tried to erase the thought of his hands on her with alcohol, but if anything it made the vision more vivid. Tank jerked my ass out of the bar, and called me a pussy all the way home, but I didn't care anymore. A part of me was slowly dying inside every time I let her walk away one more time. I could see the two of them getting closer everyday, and I couldn't find the guts to make it stop. I was a fucking fool to believe that she would never end up with him, that somehow she would look at me and say the magic words I wanted to hear.

I reached over and picked up my cell phone on the nightstand. I would regret this later, but right now all I wanted to hear was her voice.

She picked up on the fourth ring, her voice edged with sleep.

"Lo."

"Babe."

"Ranger what time is it?"

"It's late."

"Is something wrong?" I heard the concern in her voice and pictured her sitting up on the side of the bed wearing a cute little tank top and a thong. My cock hardened at the visual.

"What are you wearing Babe?"

I heard her moving around and then she whispered in a strained voice. "Ranger where are you?"

"I'm in bed."

I heard a crash. "Babe?"

After a few seconds, I heard her voice. "Sorry I dropped the phone."

I smiled. It was good to know I could still unnerve her with the mention of me and bed in the same sentence.

"Are you going to answer my question?"

"Ranger have you been drinking?"

I smiled again. "Oh yeah."

"You never drink what the hell?"

"It was time."

"For what?"

"What are you wearing?"

I could hear the smile in her voice. "You're persistent at 3 am."

"You'd be amazed."

"I remember." she said.

"So…"

"I'm wearing a black t-shirt."

"No panties?"

"Nope."

"Damn."

I heard her sigh. "Ranger I can't be the center of your whack off fantasy. Joe happens to be asleep in my bed, and this feels way too weird."

"I can make you forget he was ever in your bed."

I heard silence, and I thought she hung up on me.

"There's no doubt in my mind that you could make me forget a lot of things if you made up your mind, but when you wake up in the morning, you're going to kick yourself in the ass for calling me."

"You're probably right."

"I know I am."

"So… you wanna touch yourself?"

I heard her laugh and I smiled. "Ranger I'm going to hang up now."

"I'm naked."

I heard her sigh. "And now I'll have that visual burned in my brain and never go back to sleep. Thanks."

"Anytime Babe."

"Goodnight Ranger."

"Don't hang up; you know you wanna talk dirty to me."

"I'll probably look back on this and kick myself for not taking total advantage of the situation, but I'm going to enjoy giving you so much shit when you sober up."

"Maybe I'm not drunk."

"And maybe I'm a ninja."

I laughed, and I heard her suck in a breath.

"Night Ranger."

"Night Babe."

I flipped the phone closed and tossed it on the bed. I closed my eyes and pictured her standing in the doorway to the bedroom wearing nothing but a smile.

I slipped my hand under the sheet and wrapped it around my cock.