"Hello," I whispered into the phone.

There was no use making more noise than my aching head could handle. Make a note to self: do not get wasted on 12 Margaritas again any time soon.

"Hi, Tom," replied a sweetly seductive voice on the other end.

I knew who it was immediately. Although I hadn't seen Chloe in over three weeks, I knew her voice intimately. Maybe this day would be better than I had first thought.

"Hi, Chloe. How are you?"

"I'm doing OK. But I miss you."

"Awwww, that's sweet of you."

I knew she had an ulterior motive, but I was not complaining because her ulterior motives usually involved me getting the screw of my life. Even with a raging hangover I was astute enough to recognize the potential.

"Can you come over and visit me today?"

Well, now, there was something new. Usually Chloe showed up at my house and our fuck sessions took place there. I hadn't been to her house in over a year. It made no difference to me. I guess you could say I was an equal opportunity fucker. But I decided to play hard to get so she would beg me.

"Well, I don't know Chloe. I have an incredible hangover from last night."

I couldn't see her over the phone, but I knew she was pouting right about then. She didn't like to be turned down. Especially when she was horny.

"Pleeeeeease?" she asked in a sweet voice. "Pretty please?"

"But my head is aching like I got hit with a load of bricks."

"I'll make it worth your while." She said, switching back to her seductive voice again.

"Well, OK, but I really need to take something for my headache first."

"That's OK," she responded with excitement in her voice.

"And I need to take a shower."

"Sure, just don't be too long in getting here or I will have to start without you."

Visions of her starting without me popped into my brain. It wouldn't be the first time. My groin started to stir. It's a good thing that head didn't ache as much as my other.

"OK, I'll see you in about an hour."

"45 minutes."

"I'll try."

"OK, see you later then." ......(cont)