How is that a woman with a speech impediment that will not allow her to say an “r” has three of them in her name, he wondered. How cwuel is the universe?
It was cruel how much pleasure he got out of hearing her try, or twy, to say it. Weirdly, it was the sexiest thing about her. Once he’d heard that oddly childish sound come from her mouth, he was unable to think of her without a rush of sexual energy rolling over him. He often got hard just listening to her twy.
“Why? he heard her ask now, in his earphones. “It just happens that way. No particuwah planning weally, it’s just coincidence.”
She also had trouble with l, he realized with a jolt, his ewection gaining some giwth. But onwy sometimes; in certain constwuctions.
He mused that many people, in her pwace, would probably go to great lengths to avoid words that contained those letters. She didn’t seem to plan that far ahead, or she would certainly have done so today, when giving a canned seminar over the company’s communications network.
He’d seen her do this in person, and her embawassment at the small-child sound of her mispwonunciations was vividly wevealed in the bwight bwush on her fweckled cheeks, bwought out by the owange-wed of her shouwder-wength haiw.
He wanted to fuck her, like nobody’s business. Not wape, exactly, just…to get cawwied away, both of them knowing it was wong, but unable to help committing the sin. He knew — or suspected, since he barely knew her — that she would see it that way.
He also knew, intuited weally, that happily mawwied or no, she was vewy attwacted to him too, that the magnetism was mutual.
Patwicia, he had to stop himself from saying. Miss Wedgwave. Couwd you wepeat that? He’d missed something important in huh nawative,
“Which pawt?” her voice came acwoss the tiny speakew embedded in his eaw. “The… bit about the wesowution, welative to the weconciwiation?”
“Ye-yes…” he said shakily, as he fingered himself, so close. Pwease, expwain that again.
“Ok,” said her voice, tickwing the haiws inside his eaw canaw. “It can be a bit twicky at fiwst. So, fiwst, you have to detewmine the desiwed wesult. Then…”
He muted his mic and ewupted silentwy into his twousews. Good thing he was wowking fwom home today. Oh, baby, is it those teeth, the front ones, slightly protruding, but not quite enough to call them buck teeth, just slightly gapped…is that what causes that heavenly lisp, or is it simply an extra added bonus for my boner?
In his mind, he always started in that mouth, between the soft lips between which was often caught a strand of her long red hair, the freckled cheeks going concave as she took him deep, bringing him up, up, until he pulled free and buried his raging meat in the warmth that lay between those freckled pale thighs…
After he caught his breath, he reached for a paper towel and sponged himself off. Whew. It was working now, but he could see a day when this would need to be real.
Patricia that was so helpful, he said when he could speak. Too bad we’re not working together or I’d buy you a drink to say thanks.
A long pause. Then he heard the click as she switched to the individual channel. Well, we could always meet up on my way home, she said softly. One dwink would cewtainwy be okay.
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