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I look at my phone, recognize caller ID, and answer. "Barry?"

"Yo."

I put down my book, turn out my light, and relax into bed. "What's up?" I add some excited girl and breathy to my voice.

"Nothin'. And you?" He's still talking normal.

He sounds confident. He should be, I never turned him down for chatsex or anything else. "I'm just lying in bed, Barry. All alone."

"You're now alone now. Are you still dressed?"

Is he talking about reality or the scene? I'm actually naked under my covers. Maybe I'll try running with this. "I'm dressed. Lying on top of my covers. I think I'm alone. I didn't hear the door open. I have my eyes . . . closed."

"Mmmm . . . Oh, baby." Now his voice is deeper and breathier. He has a really deep voice. It's exciting just to hear.

I wait.

"I look down at your gorgeous body."

Not my face. Oh well. "I'm wearing a tight sweater and a short skirt."

"Yeah. I see your skirt riding up."

And now I'm breathing faster. I close my eyes and imagine lying in my bed, someone in my room that I don't know about, and my skirt riding up. "You can see my thighs. Bare skin." Forget pantyhouse, Barry doesn't like complications.

"And your panties."

Nor is he an aficionado of slow. "I turn to my side and you get a flash of white panties."

"Mmmmm."

That apparently was his turn. "I smile about something. You don't know what."

He doesn't care what I was thinking. "Your breasts are poking out of that tight sweater. I see your neck, all smooth and white and vulnerable, like you're waiting for a vampire or something."

Eek! I file away that insight into Barry and turn my head to the side, imagining someone staring at my vulnerable neck. Still breathing faster.

He adds, "I wanna put my hands up your skirt."

That works poorly for me -- I'm enjoying the fantasy of lying in bed without knowing someone is in my room, someone staring at my body. "But then I would open my eyes and scream."

"I'd put your hand over your mouth so you didn't make no noise."

"I'd bite your hand."

"I don't care."

"And I'd knee you in the balls."

"Baby." He sounds disappointed. Then he's back into the scene. "I put a rag with chloroform over your nose."

Double Eek! "I fight wildly for a second, then start to slow down."

"I hold it tight over your face."

"I stop moving."

"Cool."

And then Barry has sex with an unconscious me. I help Barry along with erotic details while he does the heavy lifting of the events in the story. I mention twice that I'm warm, just to be clear on what fantasy we are not doing.

I follow along with my real hands on my real naked body under the covers and have a scene-incompatible orgasm. What's a girl to do?

"And then I push deeper into you, and I'm moving faster."

And then silence. Well, a lot of breathing and noises. Then silence as he tries to clean himself up, I guess.

Then he's back. "And I shoot a jetload of cum into your cunt."

"And you feel your pleasure. Your whole body and mind doing what it wanted most."

"Yeah." He sighs. "Thanks, babe, that was great."

Ending? "You're going to jail for rape, asshole."

"What?" He sounds angry. Then I can almost see him smiling. "I leave before you wake up."

"Good thinking. But you left fingerprints. No chatsex for you in prison, just a lot of anal."

"I wipe my fingerprints off your breast and thighs."

I choke down a laugh. I like where his mind's at. "Doorknobs?"

"And the doorknobs. And everywhere."

"Carefuly done." I pause. "But what about all the DNA you left inside my vagina?"

I can almost hear the gears in his brain grinding. "Uh . . . I try to clean up . . . clean out . . . " He gives up, "I'm fucked."

"Me too."

He laughs. "Yeah, I fucked you."

"My eyes flutter open. I was awake at the end."

"I screwed up on the chloroform?" He sounds worried, or maybe disappointed. I love how he takes the scenes so seriously.

"You did fine, big guy. It just wore off. I mean, I woke up when you were fucking me. It was like a dream."

I add, "A good dream. I couldn't tell if I was waking up from a dream about sex or waking up to actually having sex. But either way it was really pleasurable."

"Yeah." He sounds happy that he's not going to prison.

"I smile at you, then crook my finger for you to come to me."

"I, um, lay down next to you?"

"And I cuddle up next to you and put my arm over your chest."

"I put my arm around you." He's in polite-male mode. I like Barry.

"And you can feel my body next to you, all warm and soft. And you can hear my breathing."

"I hold you tight."

"And we talk for an hour about our feelings."

Now he just laughs. "Not happening. 'Night, Ella. Thanks."

"Goodnight, Barry." I wait, but he breaks the connection.