The End.
Late Night Phone Call
The phone rings, pulling me out of a deep sleep. I glance at the clock as I reach for my cell on my bedside table. One a.m. Who would be calling me at this hour? My mind whirls with possibilities as I fumble my phone while trying to answer it. My husband is away on business, could there have been an emergency? Did someone I know die? I finally push the answer button and mumble a slightly coherent, "Um, hello?" without even bothering to look at the caller I.D.
"Did I wake you?"
Your familiar voice is in my ear, both comforting and confusing me at the same time. We never call each other out of the blue like this. It's always pre-arranged, at times when I am sure my husband will never accidentally come home to find me masturbating to the sound of your voice.
"Why did you call?" My words are somewhat slurred as I try to push away the sleepiness and confusion that clouds my brain. "Is everything ok?"
A low chuckle reverberates in my ear. "I just thought I should call and make sure you have sweet dreams tonight, since you are sleeping alone."
My mind struggles to work, trying to remember how you knew I'd be alone today. In a flash I remember our emails a few days before when I had tried to set something up for earlier today. You had a dinner to attend tonight, and told me you wouldn't be home until very late. I had dropped it, assuming that meant you'd be busy and couldn't make a "date" with me. I had no clue you meant to call me when you returned home.
You're quiet as I process this. You understand me better than anyone else, and instinctively know I'm piecing the puzzle together. When I finally utter a breathy, "Oh..." you take this as a signal to start.
"What are you wearing?"
From anyone else, it would sound cheesy, but from you those four words are a turn on. Mostly because I know you want to visualize what I look like as I lie back in bed, half asleep still but becoming aroused. Had I realized you were going to call me, I would have worn something silky to bed or even nothing at all. Instead I threw on my P.J.'s when I climbed into bed, expecting no more than a good night's sleep.
It occurred to me for two seconds to say I was wearing something sexy. But I've never been able to lie to you, a trait that you tend to exploit from time to time. Instead I tell the truth.
"Thin black cotton tank top and black plaid boxer shorts."
"Any underwear?"
"No." That wasn't a lie. I never wear a bra to bed, and my panties were riding up on me today something fierce so it was a relief to rip them off as I was changing for bed tonight.
A noise somewhere between a purr and growl escapes your lips. Apparently you like the fact that I'm going commando under my P.J.'s. The next thing you say makes me catch my breath.
"Play with your nipples through your tank for me."
Without hesitation, my left hand runs up the side of my body, over the swell of my full breast and to its most sensitive point. With my right I'm reaching for my Bluetooth on the bedside table, cradling the phone between my ear and shoulder while I switch it on. Once I'm completely hands free I pinch my right nipple too, feeling both getting hard through the thin fabric of my top. My quick inhale tells you I'm obeying your commands.
After a few minutes of listening to me breathe heavy as I rub my nipples I hear the unzipping of your pants. I know you are starting to stoke yourself, which means a new instruction is coming next.
"Lift your top up but don't stop playing."
Instantly I do, switching to rubbing my knuckles over each hard exposed nipple, enjoying the way the hard bones against the soft, silky skin feels. My breaths quicken from my action, a signal to you to issue a new command.
"Pinch your nipples."
As I do I moan. This reminds me of the nipple clamps you made me buy last month. My fingers try to pinch as hard as the clamps do, and I feel myself getting wet. Somehow you know this.
"Slip your hand under your boxers and tell me how wet you are."
Still pinching my right nipple, I move my left hand down my belly and under my waistband. I desperately want to touch my clit, but know that will come later. I plunge two fingers into the wet opening of my puss, amazed at how much of my juices there are already. As I tell you this I begin moving my fingers in and out, moaning as I do.
"I didn't say to do that yet."
Disappointed, I stop. Reluctantly I pull my fingers out, trying not to drip any of my juice on my sheets. As my hand comes out of my boxers I wonder where I can wipe off my slick fingers. You have other ideas.
"Put your fingers in your mouth and tell me how you taste."
Opening my mouth I insert them and suck off my fingers. You can hear my soft licking sounds as I clean them, moaning about how good I taste. I can tell this excites you, but I wish it was your cock in my mouth instead of my fingers. I mention this, but you just laugh and tell me maybe someday. There is still a little humor in your voice as you speak again.
"I want you completely naked."
Like a flash I whip off my P.J.'s and tell you that I am. You chuckle at my eagerness but it obviously pleases you. You instruct me to reach under my bed and pull out my box of toys. You know every one that is in there, but you have your favorite.
"Take out your butt plug. I want to hear you put it in."
With a smile I grab the requested toy and my lube. I narrate my actions, knowing you are imagining me lubing it up and placing it at my tight backdoor. As I roll over on my side to push it in I can hear you rubbing yourself. This always is your favorite part.
I groan as my toy enters. I slowly work it in, pushing in further each time after I pull it out slightly. I can feel my asshole widening while I work, my groans and moans becoming louder as the toy stretches me. I finally am at the largest part of the toy, trying to ignore the pain. I give one last push and anchor the toy firmly in my ass, which is already pulsing from my ministrations. I lay back down, panting lightly as the pain recedes and I feel that fantastic full feeling from using my plug. You know before I even can tell you that I'm completely plugged and ready for what's next.
"Now you can rub your clit."
Before the words are even out of your mouth, my right hand finds its way to my swollen nub. I move my fingers quickly over it, too hot to take my time tonight. From my loud moans you know I'm closer than I normally would be at this time. My muscles clench already, causing my ass to tighten around the plug. I yelp but don't slow down.
Your own frantic stoking matches the pace of mine and you tell me you need to hear me come. I'm getting closer by the second, feeling my orgasm build. Your words keep coaching me to my climax, and my own moans are so loud I can barely hear what you are saying.
Suddenly it breaks, and I scream as my pussy snaps rhythmically and everything goes white for a split second. I'm vaguely aware of your moans as you come at the same time I do. I keep rubbing myself, feeling the pleasure wash over me while my body shakes from the intensity while I come down. I rub until I can no longer move. Panting, I lay on my bed as my pussy and ass spasms sporadically as a reminder of what I just did.
You catch your breath first and tell me to pull out my plug. I do, and with that comes out all the tension I had before you called. I smile and tell you how good I feel. You laugh and tell me I'm welcome. I feel like saying something sassy back to you, but am too loose and relaxed to put up a fight. You tell me to have sweet dreams, and give me one last instruction for the night.
"I want you to sleep naked so when you wake in the morning it reminds you what we did tonight."
As if I could ever forget.
The End.
Temptation
'You're going to be fun. You're going to be fun. You're going to be fun.' Her words repeated themselves over and over again in my head as Kara and I rode the shuttle bus back to the freshman quad. 'Temptation, thy name is Ashley Donovan.' What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Was that why there seemed to be so much tension between Richey and Ashley? But what was Ashley talking about? I couldn't
quite shake the feeling of dread that permeated my thinking.
"Baby, what's the matter?" Kara asked. Despite her drunken condition, she could tell something was wrong when I dodged her attempts to kiss me. "Do I have," she paused, looking like she was going to be sick for a moment before she let out a very unladylike burp and appeared to feel better, "do I have bad breath or something?"
I snapped back to reality, flashing a tired smile. "Of course not," I lied. Her breath was laden with beer, but I'm sure mine couldn't have been much more fragrant. "I'm just tired is all."
A look of extreme disappointment came over her pixie face. "So, we aren't going to fool around when we get back to your room?" She was suddenly quite sober.
"I don't know, sweetheart, probably not. I'm not really in the mood right now." This was certainly true; sex was the last thing on my mind at this point. I just wanted to sleep, maybe not alone, but sleep nonetheless. She pouted, taking my arm and pulling herself closer on the bench seat.
"Are you sure you're all right, Danny?" her voice was heavy with concern. I didn't answer as the shuttle came to a stop at the freshman quad. We exited and made our way to my dorm, attempting to walk in as much of a straight line as we could manage. We needn't have worried however; being a Friday night, we were hardly the only inebriated students walking, or stumbling, about campus. I signed her in as nonchalantly as I could, though it had to have been painfully obvious to the RA's that we were drunk. Thankfully, you couldn't be busted for that. We made it up to my room to find my roommate, Eric, on his computer trolling YouTube.
"Hey Eric," Kara grumbled. I couldn't decide if her exhaustion or frustration was the reason for such a weak greeting. She kicked off her shoes and slipped into my bathroom flip-flops, grabbed her spare toothbrush and my toothpaste and left again. Eric and I exchanged dubious looks. I shrugged and changed, waiting for Kara to come back with my flip-flops and paste. Trust me when I say, you did not want to go to the bathroom in your bare feet. She returned a couple minutes later and I took her place. When I came back to the room, the lights were off and Kara was in my bed.
I climbed in with her and immediately felt her arms wrap around my neck. "Don't make me ask again. What's wrong, Daniel," she said softly in my ear.
"It's nothing," I replied, with more aggravation than she deserved.
She breathed out through her nose in annoyance and pulled me tighter, "I'm going to get it out of you eventually. You're lucky it's late and I'm drunk and I'm sexually frustrated and I don't want to deal with it right now."
I snorted and kissed her, curling against her body, "Sorry."
"Don't worry," she sighed contentedly, pressing back against me. "You can make it up to me tomorrow."
"Oh yeah?" I prompted, lightly kissing her cheek.
"Yeah, you can make it up to me good and hard," she murmured sleepily. Suddenly, sleep was the farthest thing from my mind. The words of Ashley and Richey faded from my mind, replaced by the idea of making it up to Kara.
I slipped a hand between us, running it up and down her stomach, closer and closer to her little sleep shorts. "Good and hard you say?"
She sighed happily, yawning, "Yeah, but tomorrow." Either she knew exactly what she was doing, driving me crazy, or she was much more drunk and exhausted than I had thought. Kara never ever turned down sex of one form or another, ever; so this was unusual. I sighed, pushing my urges away and letting unconsciousness take over.
Over the course of the next week, I was continually horrified to see how close Kara and Ashley had become. I couldn't just say 'baby stop hanging out with her, she gives me the creeps' now could I? No. I had to sit idly by and watch as they became fast friends.
"Danny," Kara had called one day, "Ashley and I are going to the mall, you want to come with?"
"Uhh, no thanks, sweetheart."
"Oh come on! I'll buy you ice cream." I did love my ice cream.
"What am I, a little kid? Next time, I promise." She had sighed and hung up. As it turned out, next time was to be the very next day.
"But baby!" she whined at my objections. "You said you would come with next time we went." We were in her room, sitting on her bed.
I hesitated, "I just don't want to."
"That's not a good reason. What are you going to do with yourself instead?"
"Fine!"
"Yay," she preened, triumphant. She kissed me to make it seem like it would all be worth it. It was not.
"Oo, Mr. Valentine, you're coming with us this time?" Ashley's husky voice chimed in from the doorway. The door was propped open to help cool the room down. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously as she sashayed towards us. God almighty she was attractive! She grinned disarmingly and tossed herself on the bed next to us, stretching like a provocative cat.
"You don't always have to use my last name, Ashley," I told her.
"Yeah, but I love your last name. I just can't help myself." She was looking at me in a way I really, really didn't like; and the fact that she had stretched so I could see down her shirt didn't help one bit. Kara, on my other side, saw none of this.
"Ashley," Kara chirped, drawing Ashley's attention away from me, "I was thinking we could show Danny what we found the other day."
A huge grin came over her face as her attention slowly made its way back to me, "I was hoping you would say that." Her grin was downright predatory as she spoke. How could Kara not see this?! I wanted to scream! She flipped her shit when I smiled and acted polite to her roommate, but when her new best friend was eye fucking the shit out of me, she didn't bat an eye. God this was frustrating!
"Ok then, let's go," I said. Jumping off the bed and heading for the door, I forced them to run after me.
"Did you tell him what we found?" Ashley asked Kara. I guess she was surprised I wanted to get going so quickly.
Kara seemed equally confused, "No, but I did promise him ice cream. Maybe he wants that."
I looked back out of the corner of my eye and Ashley was nodding sagely, "Yeah that makes sense."
Girls.
We piled into Kara's car and drove down the street to the mall. Being a college town, everything a student could ever want was less than 5 miles away, and I mean everything. Anyways, we parked and proceeded to wander around the mall for a bit, until Kara got me my ice cream. With a smile now fixed on my face, they determined it was time to make their move. I was led, happily eating my frosty treat, farther into the mall to a seasonal beachwear boutique. To be honest, I didn't realize what was going on until they stopped in the middle of the women's section. In a particularly cruel twist of fate, I finished my ice cream at that point.
Now, you might be wondering: why in the world would a hot blooded male, such as myself, complain about watching two beautiful ladies try on swimwear? Well, I knew what Kara looked like in a bikini; I knew what she looked like naked. I did not want or need to see Ashley in one. Don't take it the wrong way, I loved every bit of Kara, but Ashley's body, oh my god! Her curves alone were devastating. I would be totally screwed if Kara caught me drooling over her.
I must have been standing there gaping like an idiot, because when Ashley put a hand on my shoulder it nearly made me scream like a little girl.
"Whoa, jumpy much?" she giggled way too girlishly.
"Danny! What do you think?" Kara chirped happily, standing behind a rack of bikinis and holding one up for my approval. It was a bright floral pattern thing that looked just right for her. I nodded distractedly, eyeing Ashley's hand with unrestrained contempt. Kara went back to examining the top while Ashley gave my shoulder a squeeze and smirked.
"I'll make sure to pick out a nice one for you, Valentine," she said quietly. She liked my last name way too much. She took her hand away and circled the rack we stood in front of, scrutinizing the various bikinis.
"Fuck my life," I muttered under my breath, wandering around until I found a place to sit. Ironically, that seat was right outside the dressing rooms. I sat for a moment or two, staring sullenly into my e
mpty ice cream cup and waiting for one of them to pick something to try on. I didn't have to wait long thankfully, really a miracle in and of itself. Kara raced around the corner and skidded to a halt in front of me, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Look! Isn't it cute?" she squealed.
I blinked in disbelief, it was a Hello Kitty bikini set. "Raid the kiddy section did we?"
"Shut up! It's cute!" she stamped her foot and glared at me. I couldn't help but laugh.
"It's adorable, Kara," I quickly redeemed myself.
"That's right it is," she said, grinning at me before running into one of the dressing rooms. I couldn't help but smile, she was so cute. My smiled disappeared faster than a crude stereotype at a pc convention when Ashley sauntered up to me.
"Found what you were looking for?" I asked icily. She was hiding something behind her back.
"I think so," she purred, backing into one of the rooms so I couldn't see what she had. Christ! I would wait for Kara to show me what she looked like, and then I would hightail it out of here before Ashley came out. I was quite a while before Kara reappeared, very nearly throwing herself out the changing room door and striking a pose. It fit her surprisingly well, even if it did make her look like she was twelve years old.
I told her as much and she pouted, "Listen you! This is wicked cute and I do not look like I'm twelve!" I smiled, standing up in front of her, taking her shoulders and slowly spinning her around. When I had spun her full circle, I stood back and scratched my chin, scrutinizing her. She narrowed her eyes at me and stood there, just waiting for me to say the wrong thing.
I noticed this just before I was about to say it made her look twelve again. "I love it!" She beamed up at me before scampering back into the changing room. I watched her go and got lost in her scantily clad butt. Too late I realized I was supposed to get the hell out of there. I turned and started making a break for it when a kung-fu grip seized the back of my shirt.
"And where do you think you're going?" Ashley breathed in my ear. I could feel her big tits squashing against my back as she pulled me into her. I shrugged out of her arms and tried to continue walking. Which is why getting shoved back onto the bench came as such a shock. I was forced to look up at her now. I had been right; she was stunning, and so tall. I forced myself to look at her stomach, figuring it was her least 'stimulating' feature. I was wrong. It was tight and hard and perfect. I still focused on it though; the rest of her was way too hot to look at.
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