Phone Sexcapades

  “Just take it!” My best friend, Katie wrapped my fingers around the little card.
  “But I don’t need it.” I argued back, trying to push the card back into her hand.
  Katie sighed and blew her bangs out of her eyes. I smiled at the familiar sight.
  “Look, Katie Kat,” I said, using her old nickname. “Why do you think I need it?”
  She laughed, and reached for her coke, taking a long drink before looking around the large noisy restaurant, “Because you are a sad lonely virgin who wont go and get laid, and you need to have fun somewhere along the way, so why not just try a different kind of sex?”
  My jaw dropped, and a little gasp escaped. “I can’t believe you said that! You’re a married woman!”
  She raised one long finger and pointed it at me, “Separated,” she corrected, “besides, he’s really good.”
  “Do I even want to know where this all started?”
  “Do you remember Rachel?”
  I frowned, the name sounded familiar, but at the same time I couldn’t remember. “Not really.”
  “Well, when Jake and I split, she gave me this card, said it would come in handy on those lonely late nights.”
  I felt my lips twitch into a reluctant grin, “And did it?”
  “Oh god yes, he’s amazing.”
  “He’s amazing…” I laughed. “This whole thing is rather silly, you know.”
  “Come on, Jess, we share everything, I’m sharing something amazing with you now. So quit arguing with me, and just enjoy this bonding moment!”
  I couldn’t help it, a bark of laughter erupted, and I had to take a moment to let the laughter die down, before answering her. “You’re basing our bonding moment on some guy who does phone sex for money.”
  “Hey, you should just be glad we’re having a bonding moment, most females do not bond, they share eggs and milk, and boyfriends.”
  “Yeah reluctant sharing, I would not willingly share my boyfriend with you.”
  Katie gasped in mock surprise, “And yet I would willingly share my phone sex guy with you! Oh, I see how this relationship is, complete and utterly one sided!”
  She pretended to cry, putting her hands over her face and making very fake sobbing sounds.
  I sighed in exasperation and lunged across the booth table, grabbing the card. “Alright, I’ll take the damn card, but don’t expect me to actually use it!”
  She smiled with satisfaction. “Oh please, even if you don’t use it, I can still say that I loaned you my phone sex guy, and you now owe me a favor.”
  “Oh I see how it is!” I said, laughingly, as I stuffed the card into my wallet. “You give me a piece of paper and I am indebted to you for life. Wonderful.”
  She threw her straw wrapper at me, and laughed. “Hey, don’t knock what works!”


One week later:

  I sighed hanging up the phone.
  My boss had given me the night off, and I was alone in my apartment. I had based my entire schedule so that I would never have to really be home. College classes during the day, and work at night, so whenever I was home, I was too tired to care that I was home alone.
  But no, tonight I had the night off, and there were no classes to go to. It was too late to call anyone up, or try to make plans, and I, as an insomniac, had hours before I would be ready to sleep.
  “Just my luck.” I muttered, wandering around my empty apartment.
  Don’t get me wrong, I love my place, its large, spacious, all my stuff is there, including my beloved queen sized bed. But I really needed a cat or something.
  “Maybe a bubble bath.” I muttered, walking into the large bathroom. The tub was my favorite part of the whole apartment. It was a huge ancient claw foot bathtub, which you could fill up until it overflowed if you wanted.
  I turned the taps on, making it almost too hot, before pouring a generous amount of bubbles into stream of water flowing into the tub.
  I turned my CD player on, speakers on low, and grabbed the portable phone so I wouldn’t have to rush out of the tub if anyone called.
  Stripping my clothes off, I dangled a foot of the water, dipping a toe in, and laughing at myself before stepping into the steamy hot water.
  Sitting down I let out a tiny moan as the heated water enveloped my body.
  Sighing softly I raised a hand up, catching some bubbles and smiling as they made tiny little popping sounds.
  I lay for a while, letting my body relax, and my mind wander.
  Sadly, as it had many times since that day at Cocoa’s, I thought about the card still tucked in my wallet.
  True I was a virgin, but not in a nun, never been touched kind of way, the small handful of boyfriends I had had did make it round third base, they just never went for a home run. And that was ok, sex wasn’t just sex to my way of thinking.
  Sex was love; it was supposed to be about love, with someone you loved. And what was wrong with that? Sex and simple mindless fucking, wasn’t really my thing.
  Not to say just because I was a virgin, I didn’t know how to pleasure myself.
  I smiled at that thought, and slid my hand through the soapy water, letting my fingers brush lightly over my breast, teasing my nipple, my other hand slipped down between my legs, my fingers brushing lightly over the lips of my slit.
  I cocked my head, looking over the edge of the tub at the phone, which was still lying on the counter.
  But my purse is in the kitchen.
  I stood up and reached for the towel, wrapping it around me before stepping out of the tub and padding, bare foot and dripping, into the kitchen.
  I grabbed my purse and rifled through the wallet, grabbing the card and then padding back into the bathroom.
  I’m going to have to mop the floor after this.
  I sank back into the tub, let half the water out and filled it with more, hot water. Once the tub was full I dried my hands off and grabbed the phone and the card.
  The card was a simply little triangle of stiff paper, much like any other business card, but it lacked several things, name for one, who was this phone sex guy, anyhow? And it lacked a business name. No, the only thing on the card was a number. A 1-800 number true, but that was it.
  In a shaking hand I dialed the number on the card. For some silly reason I felt nervous. What does one say during phone sex?
  I sighed as it rang three times, and then an automated voice picked up. As it asked me to punch in my credit card number I hung up.
  “Oh god, what are you some silly teenager?” I asked myself, slinking low in the water until it covered my nose. Holding my breath I looked out, at the sea of bubbles and questioned myself.
  It wasn’t that I was particularly horny, true I could become horny very fast, but at the moment, I was more curious then anything else.
  But then I was curious about actually having sex as well, that didn’t mean I was going to go out and do it, least not till I found the right guy.
  I’d had boyfriends before who had moaned into the phone and talked dirty to me, but nothing ever really came of it, certainly nothing that would qualify as “phone sex”.
  So how would a person who is paid to have phone sex, go about it?
  I sat up and looked at the phone again, reaching over I grabbed it, my hand a little more steady this time. I hit redial and listened to the operator, before dialing in my credit card number.
  A few more automated messages and then I was put on hold.
  I had started to relax, and after another minute had almost completely forgotten I was even on the phone as the music, and the warm water of my tub, lulled me into a half asleep state.
  “Hello?” A mans voice came on the line.
  I jumped, startled, and almost slipped under the water.
  “Oh… um…” I spit out a mouthful of water and took a breath, trying to steady my suddenly pounding heartbeat. “Hello.”
  I thought I heard him chuckle, and I held my breath for a moment.
  “How’re you tonight?” he asked, catching me off guard.
  “I’m… fine?” I paused, listening to the silence, “And… yourself?”
  “I’m not doing too bad. Care to tell me your name?”
  “I’m…” I faltered for a moment, wondering if I should change my name, and then, calling myself silly and paranoid, “I’m Jessica.”
  “Ok, Jessica, what would you like to do tonight?”
  I took a deep breath, feeling unsure of myself. “Do I get to know your name?”
  “Do you need to know my name?” His voice dropped an octave and I felt a small shiver run through my spine.
  Maybe this could be fun, a tawdry one-night stand, but not quite as shameful as I always imagined one to be.
  Strangely enough, although the man had said nothing erotic or sensual, I still felt slightly aroused.
  Running a hand across my breast lightly, I felt my nipple tighten, and, in a teasing voice I replied, “You tell me.”
  “What are you wearing?”+- He asked, his voice low and sultry, ignoring my question.
  “Absolutely nothing.” I answered honestly.
  “Oh really?”
  “I’m in the tub.” I answered honestly, feeling my cheeks heat up with a light blush, though I wasn’t sure why.
  “Really?” he sounded amused. “Bubbles?”
  “They’re dying out a bit, but yeah.”
  “So you’re all wet…” I could hear the double meaning. “And hot?”
  “Getting a bit hotter.” I admitted, biting my lip, and feeling like some perverted schoolgirl.
  “You know what I’d love?” He asked softly.
  “What?” I held the hand in a tight grip, my arousal growing as I slid my other hand over my breasts, cupping each and pinching lightly at my aching nipples.
  “To climb in that tub with you. I’d sit, so that I was facing you, so that I could watch your face as I leaned down, to lightly kiss your nipples, flicking my tongue lightly over them, before sucking each into my mouth, so that I can bite them gently.”
  Nothing could hide my sharp intake of breath as I pinched down a little harder on my left nipple.
  “Would you like that?”
  “Um hm…” I said, feeling my heart beat pick up again.
  “And while I let my mouth go to work on your breasts, I’d slide a hand down, smoothing my fingers lightly, teasingly over your stomach, almost tickling you, before rubbing them over the lips of your pussy.”
  I pinned the phone between my shoulder and my ear, my one hand still massaging and playing my nipples, while my other, now free from the phone, slid down my stomach, and splayed over the lips of my slit.
  I couldn’t help it, couldn’t even explain it, but I was turned on. So turned on, I wondered if I’d still be horny even after I got off.
  “Id slide my finger inside your pussy, caressing so softly at your clit, teasing you, repeating it. Slip it in, slide it out, over and over, just rubbing the tip of your clit.”
  I groaned so lightly, unable to hold it back, while I ran the tip of my finger over my clit. Spreading my legs wide in the tub I imagined him there, that nameless, faceless man with the sexy voice. His fingers caressing my clit while his tongue flicked, and his mouth sucked at my nipples. I imagined the scrape of his teeth over the sensitive nubs, as I scratched lightly with my thumbnail.
  “I’d have you sit on the edge of the tub while I sit in front of you, gently biting and sucking the lips of your pussy, before snaking my tongue inside, to lick at the curves around your clit, to taste that hot little hole of yours, before sucking your clit into my mouth, and running my tongue back and forth over it, sucking at it hard.”
  I moaned again, my hips wiggling as I caressed my clit, pinching at it ever so lightly, imagining his hot mouth down there, hard at work. I waited with baited breath, wondering what he would say next.
  “I’d take two wet, fingers and slide them deep into your pussy. Is it wet?” He asked suddenly.
  I shifted in the water, dipping my fingers into my tight hole, feeling how and wet it was, and knowing the slickness of it wasn’t just from the bubble bath.
  “Yes.”
  “Good, I want to push my fingers deep inside you, sink them in as far as they’ll go, and pull them out. Can I lick them clean?”
  I paused for a moment, startled at the thought, and then, after a seconds thought, found the idea rather arousing.
  “Yes.” I whispered sliding my own fingers deep into my pussy, and then pulling them out, regardless of the bathwater I couldn’t help but taste them.
  “I’d lick my fingers clean, tasting you, before I leaned down, sucking your clit into my mouth, and sliding my fingers back inside your tight wet little hole. I’d swirl my tongue all over your pussy, while finger fucking you hard and fast, you’re pussy getting slippery around my fingers as they thrust into you, fast and faster…”
  I moaned out, unable to contain it, as I thrust two of my own fingers into my pussy, sliding them in and out faster and harder, the tension in my body building with a steady rhythm. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was pushed over the edge.
  “And then… when I felt you were close, Id lay back in the tub, and pull you over me, so that you straddled my hips, holding yours I would slide the head of my cock over your clit, rubbing it lightly, rubbing my dick around your entrance teasing you, making you want me, want my long hard cock.”
  I groaned out, teasing myself with my fingertips, imagining it was his dick there, hard and throbbing against me, hot against my flesh. I wanted it there. Now. Sliding deep within me.
  “Are you ready for my cock?” He whispered. “Do you want me to slide it inside of you? Do you want to feel it throb in your pussy while I thrust it in and out… in and out? Do you want to ride me, soft and slow at first… and then harder… faster… our two bodies slamming together? Creating a friction to drive you over the edge?”
  I moaned thrusting my fingers deep inside my pussy, my palm rubbing against my clit, as my hand pushed back and forth, trying to drive my fingers in deeper each time.
  “Ill slide my long thick cock inside of you, Slowly, inch by inch, pulsing inside of you, throbbing, so you can feel me, so hot… and thick…”
  I added a third finger, pushing it in hard, urged on by his voice, by the sexual images he was conjuring.
  “I’ll hold your hips, as I slowly raise mine, pushing into you, until you’ve got me to the hilt. I’ll raise my hands, to rub and squeeze your breasts, while I slowly lower my hips, and then thrust up again… moving in and out of you, harder and faster, making the water splash, as I move.”
  My hips were bucking against my hand, my urge for more had me moving faster, harder, going insane for the orgasm I felt, just out of reach.
  “While I squeeze your nipples with one hand, Ill reach the other down, I want to rub your clit, I want to feel your pussy squeeze and tighten around my cock, as your cum, I want to feel your juices flood down, over my dick, and mingle with mine, when I cum.”
  I felt it, closing in fast. I let loose one long moan, and felt my body explode, my pussy tightened for a moment around my fingers, squeezing as my juices gushed. My whole body seemed to pulse, and, as though from somewhere far away, I heard the water slosh out of the tub, and splash onto the floor.
  After a few moments the tenseness went out of me, and my body relaxed. I sighed softly; somewhere in the back of my head registering that I would need another bath. Or perhaps a shower this time.
  “Better?” he asked.
  “Um hm…” I said, unable to say much else.
  “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself… call again sometime?”
  “Um hm…” I felt to relaxed to say much more, my brain unable to articulate any words.
  “Goodbye, Jessica.”
  I could almost hear the laughter in his voice.