Phone Call

Ring, Ring.

“Hey you! I was just about to call!”

“I beat you to it! HA HA! What are you up to?”

Sitting here thinking about last weekend. Should I say that? We have so much to process, with all we did. Should I tell her that I’ve been thinking about her skin against mine? Hearing my name on her lips as they brushed against my ear…

“Okay, so you’re going to give me the silent treatment already? Well, the reason I was going to call you was because I can’t stop thinking about last weekend. the taste of my name on your lips when we kissed. when we-“

“Oh my God I’m so glad I’m not the only one!” I interrupt. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. about how good it felt.” Even saying it, my mind goes back to the mess we made of her room. The touching. Kissing. The taste of her. The lingering smell of sex in that room before all the bedding was washed. That one night we had to ourselves. “I had a great time; an amazing time, short though it was.”

“Me, too;” she replies. “I hope we might do it again soon?” She sounded hopeful. “It’d been so long since the last time, and I did not get enough.” Maybe hopeful wasn’t the right word. No, there was a need in her voice.

“I definitely did not want that afternoon/night/morning to end.” I had nearly suffocated between her legs and still I need more. “I can almost taste you, still.”

“I liked that.” I can hear her smile and her blush. Her voice takes on a sultry tone… “The way I touch myself thinking about it… hmmmmm.” That seductive almost-laugh literally hums with lust. “I want you to do that again.”

Wait, what? Who is this woman on the phone? The nervous girl I knew is gone. We had unlocked something feral and I’m beginning to think this call might need to be continued in a locked room. Never has a phone call ever had me feeling this way. “I definitely wouldn’t mind it,” is my reply. “From the start, when we almost made the bed. Once you bent over to smooth the sheets I couldn’t keep my hands off you. What I wouldn’t give to run my fingers up the back of your legs and kiss your neck before kneeling behind you, pulling your panties to the side…mmmm.” My face feels hot. I can smell her skin, feel it on my finger tips.

“What panties?”

I nearly choke.

“Babe I am bent over the bed, I’m not wearing panties, and I want to feel your tongue on me.” She’s not whispering. Her need is dripping through the phone, like it did a week prior on my tongue. “I’m not waiting to see you again. I want you now. I want to cum for you again like I did so many times that night.”

I’m cooked. She’s got me so hard and I feel like a teenager. I know what I want, what she wants, and time waits for no one.

“I love that you’re already… ready,” I chuckle, “I love how wet you are just thinking about us. I love how you feel, and how it tastes as I tease you with my tongue. The way your legs twitch and your breath catches when I hit that spot makes me feel so powerful; that I made this happen, and that you trust me to give you what you need.”

“I love your voice. Keep talking,” she begs. Yeah, cooked is an understatement. I’m in trouble.

“There’s so much I want to do for you, I could keep talking for hours.” I hear a buzz start on her end. “Thats the French Kiss I hear, isn’t it? Good. You know I like to taste you first, how I like to start on your thighs.” Her reply- a soft moan while I talk her through it.

I close my eyes and picture it all as I go. I’m still dressed and its all about her right now. Her left leg on my shoulder, I let the scruff of my jaw prick her inner thigh before kissing it. I run my tongue up her leg, planting firm, open mouth kisses, pressing my tongue against her leg. Her skin is gradually softer the closer I come to her center, and I can’t help but stop to plant a hickey, making out with her skin and sucking on it. “Oh, shit,” comes her approval. I continue, stopping as I approach her flistening lips. I lick off some of the dew before lifting the other leg up and beginning anew on the other thigh. She pulls on my shirt, trying to pull me up for a kiss. I wriggle out of it and as soon as the shirts gone I move in on her vulva.

“Forget about your day,” I tell her. “There’s only this. Let go everything else and savor the the mouth you’re about to fuck.” With that, I start in on kissing again. My hands roaming, I find and squeeze her tit while grabbing her ass and pulling her against my face; tongue penetrating, twisting and turning around the rim of her delicious pussy. “I can’t wait to put my tongue inside you again, teasing and sucking on you,” I moan into the phone, “squeezing your ass while I play with your nipple.” Her breath is getting heavy, rhythmic.

‘I wish you were here right now. Licking my pussy and sucking on my clit. Fuuuck.”  I hear her building to climax and I smack her ass and tell her I want to feel it wash over me like a wave. I hear the smack through the phone as she reaches her peak- “don’t stop,” she whispers as she struggles to maintain some sense of quiet.

“My lower lip is teasing the entrance while I keep licking your clit. I’m pressing my mouth harder against you. I want to feel you crash like an ocean wave. Don’t stop, baby!”

I imagine her flowing onto my face, into my mouth. She yelps before giving up altogether, cumming loudly. I hear her voice catch with each aftershock. Hearing her panting has me so hard. “That was amazing,” I tell her.

She moans lazily in agreement, “…and we’ve got the whole night ahead of us.”