If there was ever a voice poised for phone sex, Johnnie's was it. That man's voice could send a woman into a near orgasm with a conversation about the weather. His voice is somewhere between a tenor and baritone. Not real deep, but just deep enough, when he whispers in your ear makes your panties damp. He's tall and at first glance really skinny, but a hug from him will give you a different impression. He's not bulky muscular, he has long, lean muscles; like a swimmer would have. Then, with medium brown hair, that falls just past his shoulders, and deep set sapphire blue eyes. And an ornery smile that can give you dirty thoughts.
He and Laura had started out as friends, just hanging out, drinking sometimes on weekends, having lunch throughout the week. They were friends and nothing more. Then, one evening Johnnie received a phone call from her.
"Hello?" he answered wondering why she was calling when she said she was going on a date.
"Hey, what's going on?" she answered back. And he's wondering, still, why she is calling.
"I thought you were on a date."
Silence.
"Not that I mind or anything." He continued, "Laura, what is going on?" Growing worried over the long silence on her end went on.
Finally, she sniffled a little, "What is wrong with me?" She managed to choke out.
"What? I don't understand." He asks.
"Here I am, on a date with this guy," she begins the story of a date that obviously didn't go well. "And he starts picking his teeth with a steak knife, in the middle of this restaurant, he shoveled food in his mouth like..." trailing off she continues, "... I don't even know. There is no analogy to describe it." It was just absolutely disgusting.
"Sweetie, I'm so sorry that happened." He said, and then added, "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"
"Talk dirty to me, with that sexy voice of yours, until I come all over the bed." -- she thought, but would never say aloud to him. For one thing, she never talked like that to any man, it was too embarrassing. The other, she could never go there with Johnnie, he was best friend. But every time she talked to him she fought the urge to tackle him where he stood.
"Just talk to me for a while." She finally, managed to get out, "I really need a friend."
"Well, then, tell me more about this hot date." He laughed as he said the words.
"Hot mess is more like it, and it's not funny." She said as she laughed with him.
Then, she went into how the date started. She explained that the white button down shirt he was wearing had serious pit stains and he didn't have a jacket to wear to cover it up. His car didn't have air conditioning and it was the middle of August. Not good. When they got to the restaurant, she explains, and doesn't let her order what she wants, just takes it upon himself to do all the ordering. And, of course, it wasn't something she liked. It had onions, mushrooms and something that smelled like seafood, but she couldn't tell. Finally, she'd had enough and told him she wasn't feeling well and wanted to go home. As if all that had previously transpired wasn't bad enough, he'd asked her to pay half and asked for gas money for going to pick her up for the date. Appalled as she was she gave him the money just to get away from him and get home.
After what seemed like an eternity she asked the question again, "What is wrong with me, Johnnie?"
With sincerity he told her, "Nothing is wrong with you." Then added, "You've just sort of hit a slump. You'll be okay."
"As much as I want to believe that I can only see me as becoming the crazy, cat lady."
"That is not going to happen and I'm going to be here to make sure." He stated. If he couldn't be the man his best friend wanted, that was fine, but she was definitely not becoming the crazy, cat lady.
"I have an idea." He began, "Get comfortable. I'll wait. Let me know when you're laidback and relaxed."
