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He missed her all the time, probably just as much as she missed him, but Simon had more time on his hands to sit with it. Hated how much he couldn’t do anything about it either. And as the days drew closer to his release, he felt his anxiety growing. He knew the world had passed him by while he was stuck in there, and that included Patty.
He had noticed small changes in her over the past year and some odd months. At first, it was the swipe of lipstick, and it was a newly developed sense of style, to which she attributed to Sissy & Karen. Then, it was the way she carried herself, a newfound confidence that made her even more beautiful than when Simon had first met her. Stood up for herself now too from what he was told. She had also grown a little more sarcastic, but Simon had found that to be endearing. Liked her weird sense of humor and perspective on things. He had hoped that she hadn’t changed too much to be over his shit before it even really began.
He had never told her about the volunteer work, complained to Danny about it sure, but that was about it. And it had paid off. A couple weeks after he’d last seen her, the last time he would see her before he was finally freed, he received the news that the judge had granted him early parole. Just two months early, but it was better than nothing. And Simon was fucking thrilled. Made him start making plans for real for after he made it out.
Simon didn’t tell Patty right away either. Decided in his head it would be a good surprise. Consulted Danny on the phone about it even.
“What do you mean ‘not tell her?’ That's fucked up, even for you, Simon. That girl’s been yappin’ my ear off for a fucking year now about how much she wants to be there the day you get released, and you’re not gonna give that to her? After you made her wait all this time and–” Danny had a tendency to rant at Simon, and Simon let him, usually. “Fuck, okay, man. I get it,” he snapped. Part of Simon fucking hated how entangled Patty had become in his life. Danny had quickly started to take her side on everything after he brought her up for their first visit. But this time, he was glad Danny called him out. Soothed his fucking mind how much it had meant to her if he was being honest. He had to come up with a different plan, but lucky for Simon, he had nothing but time.
Two weeks before his release, Simon got to make his final phone call to Patty. He was surprised by how he felt as he stepped into the room he looked so forward to being in. Getting to hear her voice again. Knowing it was the last time brought a strange bittersweet feeling Simon hadn’t expected. Not when he was this fucking thrilled to finally be with her instead of just hear her.
The phone didn’t ring but twice. “Simon?” Patty answered, breathless. Simon couldn’t help the smile he felt creep across his face as he leaned up against the wall. “Hiya, Pats.” And she giggled in the way that Simon knew she was blushing. It had been a peculiar experience getting to know her more over the phone and in letters rather than in real life like he was used to. Not that he had gotten particularly close with any certain person before, and certainly never to this extent. It was fucking torture not being able to see her, touch her. Already felt his dick tugging at the front of his pants. Fuckin’ goner.
“I can’t wait to see you again. Only a couple months!” Patty chirped. Simon still hadn’t told her, wanted to hold onto the surprise for as long as possible. “Yeah? Me too. Already got it worked out with Dan. He’ll make sure you’re there the moment I walk through those gates.” Simon had everything planned perfectly for them even if he had to pull one last favor from Danny. He wanted to show her he was worth the wait.
Patty sighed as she imagined it. “I can’t wait for you to kiss me again, Simon.” She replayed the many variations she had sculpted in her head about how their first meeting would go. So many different storylines that she wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to genuinely react. But most of her fantasies involved Simon’s tongue in her mouth, her legs around his waist, and finding a way to get as close as possible, as quick as possible.
Simon chuckled on the other end of the line. “Yeah? What else you excited for?” He asked, hoping she was home alone and could really run her mouth the way that made Simon all but drool.
“I can’t wait to touch you again,” she replied, reaching her fingers to slip under her waistband. She pressed her fingers lightly to her center, rubbing slowly. She didn’t want to get too ahead of herself.
“Yeah? You wanna tell me what you have in mind?” Simon pressed, didn’t mind hearing the huskiness in his voice as he said it. He had also concocted thousands of scenarios of what he’d do to her when he was finally able to get his hands on her. Most of which included a fury of tongues, fingers, spit, sweat, and, of course, lots of both of their cum.
“I want to touch you everywhere , Simon. In your hair, around your neck, between your fingers, under your shirt, in your pants. I want you to touch me .” Patty let out a little gasp as she reached to press a finger inside her. “Mm, you touching yourself now?” Simon could recognize that little noise she made from a mile away. His eyes shifted around the room, and he reached to give himself just a little squeeze of relief. Nothing crazy. “Yes,” Patty hummed in response, closing her eyes as she tried to replay the feeling of Simon’s rough fingers in her. “Thinking of me?” Simon groaned as he let his imagination go wild. “I always think of you, Simon,” she replied, like it was some sort of implied truth that he should have known. And he supposed it was.
“How did you do that one thing?” She asked breathily. Simon chuckled. “What thing?” Patty lightly blew air out her nose in frustration. “It was when you had your fingers in me,” she started, furrowing her brow as she tried to think of how she could describe it.
“Gotta give me more than that, Pats,” Simon poked, even though he already knew what she was talking about. He remembered exactly the way she sounded when he did it too. Simon, the asshole that he was, liked the shift in her tone when she was so worked up she was irritated, frustrated, flustered, whatever. Got him at least half-chubbed every time.
Patty let out an irritated huff. “I'm thinking." And Simon let her, felt himself smile while he ran his fingers through his hair. Reminded himself he needed to cut it for her.
"You did something that I hadn’t felt before. It was incredible, Simon,” she tried to explain. She felt herself getting wetter as she thought back to it, the pressure, the explosion of pleasure that she just couldn’t figure out how to mimic.
Simon couldn’t hide the prideful grin on his face.“That’s your g-spot. Everyone has one,” he teased playfully. Wanted to hear her ask for it again.
Patty whined in response, slipping her finger out briefly to return to rubbing circles. “Will you tell me?” She asked again, sounding a little more desperate. Simon leaned his cock deeper into his palm for relief, giving her a little groan back before responding. “You home alone?” He knew she was. She wouldn’t risk her mom or dad or Kev picking up the line to hear this. But still, he knew she wasn’t gonna be close to quiet once she found it.
“Yes. Now please, Simon?” She pressed again, her voice becoming airy. Simon felt his dick twitch at her command. “Okay, yeah,” he agreed as he shifted in his seat. “Where are your hands?” Simon was gonna paint a picture for himself before he just gave her the instructions. Still had two weeks on his hands, and his ache for her just grew as the days went by. He'd sprint back to his cell right after this while her voice was still fresh in his mind.
Patty sighed, and Simon could hear a hint of annoyance that made him laugh. “I have one hand on the phone, and the other in my pants,” she responded quickly. Patty heard Simon tsk . “You can do better than that,” he insisted. “Can write the filithiest fucking smut to me but can’t say it out loud?” He teased. “Fine,” she huffed, adjusting her grip on the phone. “My other hand is on my clit, rubbing sloooow circles.” She drew out her words to him, giggling slightly once she got them out.
Simon closed his eyes as he imagined her. “Mm, are you wet enough to get two fingers in?” He said, his voice becoming rough as he tried to fight back against his aching cock. Patty didn’t respond with her words. Simon could hear her gasp as she pressed her fingers inside. “Always so wet for me, Pats,” he groaned in response. Patty felt the familiar burn in her tummy at his words, and her hips even stuttered as she imagined he was next to her, instead of on the phone. Patty had admitted countlessly how soaked she got thinking about him, and it always brought him back to the feeling of her gushing around his cock.
“What next?” She asked impatiently, and Simon laughed. “Think I’m gonna give it up that easy?” Simon liked to make her beg for it, when he could. He could hear her let out another frustrated sigh at him, knew he was close to getting her to desperation. “I wanna hear just how worked up I get you. Pretend your fingers are mine,” he stated. His dick wanted to tell her to put the speaker lower, so he could hear how wet she was. But he thought better of himself.
“Mm, I always pretend my fingers are yours,” she agreed, letting out a little pant as she slowly pumped them in and out. "So fuckin' good to me, Pats." Simon knew that Patty was his real girlfriend and all, but it still shocked him sometimes how much she only wanted him. He had already come to terms with the fact that he wouldn't ever get off as hard to anyone else now that he'd had her, but, still, he wasn't sure what she saw in him sometimes. Felt undeserving of it all really.
“Your fingers fill me so much better than mine though,” she added as she picked up her speed slightly.
“Keep going,” he insisted, wanting to build her up to it. “I miss you so much,” she moaned as she obeyed his command, pretending he really was there. Simon felt his heart and dick tug at him simultaneously. “Miss you too, Pats. Every fucking day,” he replied immediately, and he fucking meant it.
“Wish I could show you exactly how to do it,” he continued as she responded in little whines and pants. “Then tell me, Simon,” she urged, her voice faltering in just the way that drove Simon crazy. “Alright,” he laughed, adjusting his pants again. He finally gave in, closing his eyes as he described what to do and imagined he was the one doing it to her instead. He squeezed his ear so tight to the fucking phone in anticipation as he waited.
When Patty pressed upward, she couldn’t stop the loud groan that erupted from her. “Oh, Simon,” she gasped. “I found it,” she said before hearing herself moan loudly. She saw fucking stars, almost cumming instantly. Simon could feel his cock leaking precum the second she moaned his name, making all sorts of fucking unholy noises on the other end of the line. “Jesus Christ, Patty. You know how fuckin’ hot you sound right now?” He groaned as he rubbed his palm down his face, stopping to bite on a knuckle as she gasped and moaned for him.
“Mmm, thank you, Simon.” It was all she could manage to squeak out. She was so appreciative of him showing her this new world of pleasure.
And Simon swore in response to it, feeling his cock beg for any friction. He ignored it though, although he didn't care who heard him. Everyone knew what Simon was about by now. But that didn't mean he wanted them to see him paint the inside of his shorts just from a fuckin' phone call. “If you can keep the phone near, get your other hand down there. Rub your clit. I need to hear you cum for me."
Patty did exactly that, pausing to squeeze the phone in the crook of her neck before following his next set of instructions. Patty struggled to find her words as she almost came immediately upon her first swipe. “Oh fuck,” she gasped. Simon loved it when she swore like that. Knew she meant it as a real exaggeration and not just as a placeholder like he did.
“God, wish I could taste you right now,” he groaned. Patty’s words had reduced to mindless dribble at this point which was Simon’s favorite fucking part. Loved how much she lost herself in her own pleasure. And he often imagined what she would sound like when he finally got his mouth on her.
“Use your words, Pats,” Simon urged as he could tell she was getting close.
“Feels, mm, amazing, Simon. Not as good as you though,” she panted. Simon hummed in response, pressing the phone as close to his ear as he fucking could. Didn’t want to miss a single sound. “I’m so close,” she gasped. “Cum for me, Pats. Let me hear you cum all over your fuckin’ fingers,” he had wanted it to come out more as a demand, but even he heard the hint of desperation behind his words. Patty was unintelligible at this point, but he was able to hear her cry out his name before he listened to her gasp and whine through her climax. “That’s it, that’s my girl,” he said as he coached her back down. Patty’s heart fluttered at his words, and she felt her body collapse. She laid there panting while trying to regain a hint of composure. The phone had shifted, and she quickly wiped her fingers on her shirt to grab it again.
“You alive?” She heard Simon’s voice ask as her hand fumbled over the phone. “Mhm,” she responded, feeling a lazy smile come over her face. “That was quite the show, Pats.” Patty could hear him smiling through his words. “Whoever’s monitoring the phones today got lucky,” he continued, getting her to giggle on the other end of the phone. “ You got lucky, Simon,” Patty said, rolling her eyes. Simon couldn't hide the smile she brought to his face then. He supposed she was right.
“Hey, how did you know about that?” She asked genuinely curious. She had been touching herself for years and had never discovered whatever term Simon had called it. There was a part of her that was almost mad she’d gone this long not knowing.
Simon chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. Just be glad I did,” he responded. She didn’t need to know, and he didn’t want to hash it out really. Just wasn’t important. “Okay,” Patty agreed, and she laid there, spent in her bed, humming lightly in the afterglow.
“Hey, Pats?” She heard Simon’s voice pull her back to reality. “Mhm?” Simon paused. He had almost forgotten to tell her. “14 days.” Patty felt a slight frown come to her lips. “Don’t tease me about that, Simon. It isn’t funny.” She knew they were actually at 74 days.
“Not teasin’,” he responded, and Patty sat up quickly in her bed. “Huh?” Simon shook his head as he smiled. “Early parole, Pats. You’re coming to get me in two weeks.” Simon barely had time to pull the phone away from his ear before she was squealing on the other end. Danny was right. Hated to fucking admit it. He had prepared for this part, but he didn’t expect the most heartwrenching sob to break loose from her once she had finished her initial cheering.
“Patty? You okay?” He asked quickly, but he knew he wasn’t going to get a response for a second. Could hear her taking deep breaths to calm herself on the other end. Simon tried to not beat himself up over how much this whole thing fucking hurt her, killed him too. “That’s the best thing you’ve ever said to me,” she said finally, her voice shaky with excitement and disbelief.
“Got some even better things to say to you once I’m out for good,” he responded, and, fuck, he hoped she knew what he meant.
“Promise?” She asked. “Promise,” Simon nodded.