Pierre called before my organ rehearsal.
When I answered, his excited baritone voice sounded like foreplay to my ears.
“Sophie! Jazz Night tomorrow! I’ll be playing the sax! You free?”
“I would love a night of sax with you.”
He chuckled, making me shift in my seat and touch myself.
“Wish I could listen or watch you play now.”
He hummed on the other line. The vibrations reached between my legs like humming there. I could feel the tingles. My clitoris had its own beat.
“Switch to video. Volumes up.”
My hand retreated from my own organ, switching to videocall.
