you had me at HELLO

Lilly's Dad and Daniel's mom were only married for Six Months-Twelfe years ago. Now they have found their way back into each others lives in more than one way, and neither of them can deny their attraction. Lilly Reynolds is a college drop-out working multiple jobs to pay off debts collected from school and her father's hospital bills. One of those jobs is as a phone s*x operator- and even though she is a 27 year-old virgin, she is pretty good at it. She has become desensitized to the whole thing, but one night she takes a call from a man named Jack whose dark voice and dirty words push all the right buttons. Daniel Preston runs his own company with his best friend Nathan, and living as a rich bachelor works well for him. Witnessing his mother's many failed attempts at marriage, he will rather just not bother with it. The loneliness only gets to him every now and then... Which is why he ended up calling that phone s*x number and talking to Candice, a woman whose voice made him want something he never had. "Oh s**t baby, that is so good. Tell me again,” he breathed heavily into the phone. I could hear him groan and the faint sound of him jerking off in the background. "Harder Jerry, I need it harder!” My voice got higher on the last word and I stifled the giggle that wanted to escape me when my words elicited another loud groan from the man at the other end. I swallowed my amusement and sketched another line on my drawing. This particular caricature was coming along nicely, and I grinned to myself while making all the appropriate noises Jerry was expecting. I doubted his real name was Jerry, but that is what he wanted to be called and I did what I was told so I could get paid. Being a phone s*x operator was fun at first but had gotten old pretty quickly. I have taken up drawing a caricature of what I imagined the stranger on the phone would look like and it had made everything much more entertaining. I finished up the shading on the bulging cheeks of the overweight man I have pictured when “Jerry” had immediately began his heavy breathing into the phone that sounded more like asthma than passion. “Ohhhhh…” Jerry’s grunt of satisfaction rang through the headset I wore and I made a similar noise like I had also just orgasmed. He panted for a minute before thanking me and hanging up. I snickered as I clicked the headset off. I rolled my chair over to my laptop and debated on whether I should take another call or just quit for the night. I checked the time, noting that it was already 2 am. I tapped my fingers on my desk and sighed. “Just one more call Lilly, then you can pass out.” I spoke out loud to myself and clicked the available icon next to my profile. I jumped when a call immediately rang through. That happened sometimes, but I was never prepared for it. The good news is that it always made me sound a little breathless when I answered. “This is Candice, what’s your fantasy?” I hated the opening line I was supposed to use, thought it was cheesy and too obvious. But whatever pays the bills. There was silence on the other end, and I frowned but kept my voice light. “Hello? Are you still there?” A gruff cough sounded in my ear before a low voice spoke. “Sorry, I ah… Did not expect that opening.” Surprise filled me and I settled back into my chair. “What did you expect?” “Nothing so cliché, to be completely honest.” A laugh burst out of me. That is what I have always thought, but no one had ever said anything about it before. “Next you are going to tell me that you have never called a number like this before.” A dark chuckle came through the other line and goosebumps popped up on my skin. My mouth dropped open at the reaction. My body had not responded to the dirtiest of words for months now, ever since my first week of calls had basically desensitized me from getting turned on. Granted, I still held a small feeling of satisfaction that nothing but my voice and words were able to make mysterious men- and a very rare woman- come every time I logged in. “I have not, actually.” He paused, then continued. “I’m not sure what made me call tonight either. Or why I’m even confessing all this to you.” My lips curved into a smile as I basked in the sound of his voice. I grabbed a pencil and turned to a new page in my sketchbook. “Well I’m here for whatever you need. If you want to get dirty, or sweet, or just talk, it’s up to you. You are paying a hefty sum to get what you want.” I started to sketch as I waited for him to answer. My pencil glided over the paper and I could tell that this one was not going to be a humorous caricature. There was something about his voice, his laugh, that would not allow me to draw anything that frivolous. This man was different for some reason. “What I want, huh? That leaves a lot of options open.” He hummed in thought and my n*****s perked up at the sound. “Can I ask you some questions?” I paused, wondering how to answer that. I did not want to give anything personal away, but his voice compelled me to be honest. I bit my lip and tapped my pencil’s eraser on my page. “Nothing that would make you uncomfortable, Candice. You can pass on a question if you feel like it is too close to home.” Relief filled me at his clarification. “Well in that case, yes I would be happy to answer some of your questions.” I could hear the satisfied smile in his voice when he responded. “Alright Candi. Can I call you that?” “Yes,” I replied. Even though Candice was not my real name, something about him giving me a nickname warmed me. “Perfect. Tell me, what makes your p***y wet, Candi?” My pencil stuttered on my page, not expecting that question. At. All. “Uh…” I could not get anything out, trying to catch my breath. His chuckle filled my ear again before he continued. “Little Candi tongue-tied? I am just wondering what you like. If you like it when a man pounds into you hard from behind, or if you like your thighs around his head while he eats you for dessert.” A small moan escaped me, shocking the hell out of me. I realized then that I was wet, that my c**t was throbbing with desire just from a few simple words. “Are you getting turned on by my questions? Are you a filthy girl who loves getting f****d and talking about it?” “Oh my god,” my voice whispered out. I cleared my throat before finally getting a hold of myself. I wanted to turn him inside out just like he was doing to me, and I knew just how to do it. “As a matter of fact, I do love f*****g. I love the feeling of a big, hard c**k sliding in and out of my dripping wet p***y while I beg for mercy.”