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again when she heard him whisper, "Do you want to know what I'm wearing?" She could hear the smile in his voice, and she tugged her t-shirt down low over her knees, squirming underneath the covers a bit. "Umm…sure," she said nonchalantly, trying to sound calm.
    "Just my boxers…"
    "Umm, which ones?" she asked hesitantly, repeating his question from earlier. That's what you were supposed to ask, right? She wondered to herself.
    "Grey…with, uh, navy stripes." She could hear his breathing grow deeper, and imagined him touching himself, maybe thinking that she could do it better. She let out a stuttering sigh, and thought of the boxers he had on last Sunday night. They were green and blue. Plaid. When he was hard they strained against his cock, and she remembered pushing them down, over his strong thighs...who knew he had such strong thighs?
    "Em?" She heard through the phone, and she sat up a bit straighter, embarrassed.
    "I'm sorry, Noah," she whispered. "I'm just not…I mean, I can't…"
    "Whoa, whoa, whoa…wait," he interrupted. "Don't apologize…" He paused for a few seconds, then said, "Listen, I've got an idea. Put the phone on speaker, and just lie back and relax…close your eyes." Emma looked at the phone skeptically, but she did as he asked.
    "Are you lying down?" She heard him ask from the phone's speaker, which was now resting on the bedside table.
    "Yes," she said with a grin.
    "Are your eyes closed?"
    "Yes."
    "No peeking?"
    "No peeking," she promised.
    "Now, I'm going to tell you…umm, what I'd like to do, you know…if I was there. Right now. And you're going to tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable, okay?" Even though she knew this was a bad idea, she nodded. Eagerly.
    "Okay?" he asked again.
    "Oh, yeah…okay," she giggled, feeling more relaxed already.
    "Well," he began, "first, I would tell you how incredibly beautiful you are…"
    “ Noah ,” she whispered, not sure if he could even hear her over the phone's tiny speaker.
    "And then I would kiss you…for a really, really long time…until you did your little sigh…"
    "What sigh?" she interrupted.
    "Last Sunday, when we were in your bed, kissing and gettin' busy." She grinned at his gettin' busy voice. "You broke our kiss, and you did this little sigh in my ear, and that was my signal to get things moving."
    "I did not," she protested.
    "Yes, you did!" he insisted, letting out a husky laugh..
    "Well…whatever," she mumbled , relaxing her head back on her pillow again.
    "Okay," he continued. "So…you just gave me your 'Emma's gotta have it' sigh." She gave a little huff at his teasing tone, and he chuckled. "And I reach up, under that ratty old t-shirt, and run my hand up your stomach…your skin's so soft, and smooth, and warm." He breathed into the phone, and Emma swallowed . "Do you think you'd like that?"
    "Yes." She curled up closer to the edge of the bed, to hear his voice more clearly.
    "And then, if you wanted me to, I'd move my hand up a bit…and touch your breast…and kiss your nipple...and scrape it, with my teeth, just to hear you gasp.” He paused for a minute, and Emma held her breath in anticipation. “And then I'd probably start going a bit crazy, because oh my god, Em…you feel so good."
    Emma hovered near the phone now, hugging her pillow close to her chest, wishing that it was Noah in her arms. She sighed, her body melting at the sound of his voice.
    "That's it…that's your sigh," he whispered into the phone, and Emma hid her face in the pillow, too full of longing to speak.
    "Em? You still with me?"
    She cleared her throat. "Yeah." She wondered why there were tears in her eyes. There was something about his words, even more than his touch, that made her ache for him. "Umm, don't stop, okay?" she squeaked, and he said "no way," and then she froze when she heard a knock on the other end of the line.
    "Aww, man," Noah growled into the phone.
    "Mr. Jordan?" She heard faintly—it was one of Noah's students, but she