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My cart was loaded down with spring annuals and potting soil. I ogled some shrubs that might make a good replacement for the raggedy ornamental grass. I was really trying to wait for them to go on sale, not because we couldn’t afford it, but because I never got over being frugal at the hands of my mother.

My phone buzzed with a FaceTime request from Guy. I had to be careful answering those, because sometimes he wasn’t clothed. It was late morning in California, so it was probably after lunch for him in North Carolina. About time for his pre-game nap, or “nap ’n’ fap” as he called it when he wanted to mess around with me before the game. He’d been on this road stand for five days, and it was Saturday. That meant it was the first day I wasn’t at work and unable to answer his call.

Not a safe time to answer his FaceTime request in public. He sent another request, which I also silenced. I moved over to my text app to let him know where I was. He’d already sent me a stream of messages.

GUY GUY FRENCHIE

Birdy

Hey

Hi

Answer me

I miss u

I’m alone

I’m at the garden center. Call u when I get home?

Oooh gettin dirty? Sounds hot. U wearing those overalls?

Another FaceTime request came through, and I figured I did need his opinion on the bushes, so I answered.

The first picture on my screen was of his disembodied torso, almost low enough to show his own shrubbery.

“Jesus, Guy! I told you where I am!” I hissed, cupping my hands around the screen.

“Yeah, and I wanna see you all sweaty. You know I love the overalls, Birdy.”

“Turn off your camera or put on some clothes! I wanna show you these bushes.”

He pulled the camera up to his face and wiggled his eyebrows, not even needing to make a bush joke. I tried not to bust out laughing too loud in the middle of the place. I turned my camera around.

“I don’t want to see actual bushes, Birdy,” Guy whined.

“Do you think they’d work out front?”

“I’m no good at that stuff, sweetheart. You know.”

“No, but you are! Please, just tell me.”

He sighed. He looked more closely at the screen, squinting. “Instead of the grasses, you mean?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll tell you what I think, but you have to show me your overalls.”

I flipped my camera around and held my arm up to give a full body picture of what I was wearing. “Happy?”

“There’s my girl,” he cooed. His hand drifted down his body.

“Ah-ah. Tell me your bush thoughts.”

“You look good, bush or no bush.”

I let out a frustrated sigh to his chuckle.

“Get them if you want. But if you want me to plant them, wait til I get home.”

“Thank you. That’s all I needed.”

“That’s not all I need. Call me when you get home?”

“Sure. Be home in 15.”

I rushed to unpack the flowers from the car, avoiding a neighbor who wanted to catch up. This was only Guy’s second road stand since we’d gotten engaged and he moved in. Of course, I’d participated in many saucy video calls with him before he moved to be with me, but things had gotten more intense since we actually saw each other between calls.

I propped my phone up on our dresser and sent Guy a FaceTime request.

“Took you long enough,” he said.

“You about to have a nap?” I asked, leaving just my face in the shot.

“Not until I have my bedtime story. You know I need it.”

“Yeah, about that.” I walked back to show him my outfit. I’d removed everything from under my overalls. They barely covered my nipples.

“Oh, Birdy. Now I like the overalls even more.”

“Thought you might,” I smirked, toying with the straps. “You wanna play?”

“Fuck yeah, baby.”

“Which toy you want me to use?”

Guy licked and bit his bottom lip, thinking. “Get the purple one, but I’m thinking we try to go no toy.”

I pulled out the chosen toy and threw it on the bed. “You think you can get me off just being you?”

He smirked. “I know I can.”

“Prove it.”

“I’m gonna talk to you, and you’re gonna do what I say. Sound good?”

It had been a while since we played a game like that. Half the time, we just took our clothes off and watched each other touch ourselves. That had its merits, too, but games were fun. “I’m in.”

“Good. Take off one strap.”

I made a show of removing the buckle from one side, but kept my breast covered with my hand.

“You’d better show me, Kitty Bird.”

I squeezed my breast, pulling the nipple between my fingers.

“That works, too. Fuck, you look gorgeous. That feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” I sighed. “What’s going on over there?”

Guy lowered his phone, his hard erection bulging through his underwear. His pink boxer briefs with monkeys eating bananas on them.

“You wore the fancy ones!”

“Just for you,” he beamed.

“You gonna touch that thing?”

“I’m gonna see how far you can get me without touching it. Why don’t you take off your other strap and open up those legs for me?”

I sat on the chest at the end of our bed and did as he requested, legs going wide as I massaged both of my breasts.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

“What would you do if you were here?”

Guy groaned. “I’d kiss all down your neck til you made that delicious noise you always make for me. I’d lick your pretty nipples. Bite ‘em. Mess with them til you were begging me to touch your pussy.”

“What if I got your cock in my mouth first?”

“I wouldn’t let you. You know you go first,” he teased. “How wet are you, Kitty?”

“You want me to show you?”

Guy nodded. I retrieved my phone from the dresser, pulled it onto the bed, and propped it against a pillow. I dropped the overalls to the floor and sat on the bed, spreading my legs to either side of my phone.

“Let your hair down, baby.”

I grinned as I pulled out my ponytail. It had a crease and everything, but I knew Guy didn’t care. It was finally long enough to drape over my tits, and it made him absolutely feral when I covered myself a little with it. I swished it to one side, covering my right breast.

I never in a million years thought I’d be the kind of girl to spread my pussy for a guy on camera, but for Guy, it just made sense. I walked my fingers down over my lips, letting him have a close view. I dipped a finger into my pussy, pulling it out to show him how wet I was.

“You look so hot when you watch yourself, Kitty. I wish you saw how beautiful you are like dis.”

“What should I do next?”

“Take your finger and touch all around your clit. Not on it. Around it. That’s what I’d do wit my tongue. Don’t press hard.”

I stayed sitting up as I followed his direction. “I need your mouth, Guy.”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m bringing it home as soon as I can. Lick your fingers for me. Get them good and wet, and you can pretend it’s me.”

I grinned as I brought my fingers to my lips, sucking them into my mouth.

“That’s it. Perfect, Kitty. Now touch that pussy for me. Gentle. Two fingers over your clit.”

His upper arm started to jerk as he watched me, and I knew he was touching himself.

“Can I see you?”

With a smirk, he dropped his phone lower. The boxer briefs were gone, just his cock standing out, his hand moving slowly over it.

“Miss you,” I said. “I love watching you, though.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up and we went quiet, just touching. I let out a moan.

“Guy, I want more,” I begged.

“I got you, sweetheart. How many fingers you want in that pussy?”

“Two,” I answered. “But I really want you.”

“I want you, too, baby. For now, put your fingers in.”

Guy’s hand moved faster as my two hands worked together.

“You like that cock, don’t you?”

“I love it, Guy.”

“Fuck me, I can see your ring. You look so good like that.”

“You like me being yours? How would you claim me if you were here?”

Guy got a salacious smile. “Where would you want my cum? On those pretty tits? In your mouth? Or all up in that wet pussy?”

I moaned out his name.

“Where, Birdy?”

“I need you in my pussy,” I choked out, my edge near.

“Yes, baby. I hear you. You’re about to come, aren’t you?”

I mewled, arching my back and tightening my muscles, almost there.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Come for me, Kitty. There you go.”

I found my release with a loud sigh. I looked up to see Guy watching me, fixated, eyes desperate. He sputtered my name, and then the white spurts hit his stomach.

“Goddammit, I love you, Kitty. Fuck.”

“I love you, too. Miss you so bad.”

Guy wiped himself off with a tissue and I settled into our sheets. Without him. He looked at me with a longing that was so familiar to us before we lived together.

“I want to cuddle you so bad,” he said. “Will you take a nap with me?”

I wedged my phone between his pillow and mine, turning to my side to watch him. That sweet tenderness from him was one of the many, many reasons why I would always say, “Yes.”