by Stacey McCoy
I offer the lovestruck couple a cuppa before they head home, but they refuse. Something tells me Johnno is eager to get his wife home and prove to her exactly what he can do with his, I’m sure, more moderately sized penis.
As Simone and Johnno are about to leave I receive a text message from Chrissy. Simone’s phone beeps in acknowledgement of a text as well. We both look at each other and burst out laughing. Chrissy’s message is blunt and clear. We’re to watch our backs as she has just noticed Jake’s handy work on her face and has realised it has been there all day. I can’t help but laugh.
I keep the fact that Jake drew the picture to myself and ask Simone to do the same.
“The poor guy has never been pranked before. He’d be a lamb to the slaughter if Chrissy knew that.”
“Yeah no worries, his secret is safe with me. I’ll see you soon.”
“Sure will. Bye.”
The kids and I have toasted sandwiches for tea. I’ve little energy left in my body and it’s only 8 o’clock. Ash and Aiden are bathed and ready for bed. I go and tuck them in. Their little eyes are so heavy they’re almost asleep before their heads hit their pillows.
I too head for my big, lonely bedroom and go straight for a long hot shower. A bath would be nice, but I’m afraid I would fall asleep in it.
As I wash my body all over with my loofah in hand, I’m reminded of Jake. The texture of the loofah feels like the two day growth on his smiling face. I close my eyes for a moment and remember how he took me in his mouth while in the bath back at the luxurious suite we shared for the weekend. It feels like it was all a dream and at any moment I will wake and be reminded of my reality.
***
I’m warm in bed, surrounded by my woollen quilt and fluffy pillows. I can smell the lotion Jake and I shared when we were together in the city. It wafts past my nose and I inhale it deeply. The scent is making me feel excited.
Horny.
Wanting.
The sex we had over those few days was amazing. It was similar in a lot of ways to the way Sam and I were able to please each other, but also so very different.
I can almost feel Jake’s body on top of me. Thrusting into me again and again and again. Oh how I want him. When I look down under the covers, I see Sam. He’s moving up from underneath the sheets. His mouth wet from time spent licking my clitoris. Oh he could do that to me all night long. I want him too. I need him too. But Sam won’t go back down on me no matter how hard I try to push him. He rolls off me, but stays by my right side. He kisses and teases my breast. The feeling is overwhelming. It feels like he’s in both places at once. I can feel his tongue on my clit but at the same time I can see him sucking and kneading my breast. Then I feel another wave of heat. A hot breath is making its way up my body underneath the sheets. It’s Jake. He’s here pleasuring me too. But how did he get here? I can’t remember greeting him at the door.
Jake thrust his penis inside of me as Sam continues to pay close attention to my breasts. I’m so overwhelmed with desire. I feel I’m close to orgasm. Suddenly they both stop what they’re doing. They both gaze into my eyes and speak in unison, “Kat. I love you.”
It’s only then that they notice one another. Their faces full of confusion. I can’t understand what it is I’m witnessing. All I can think of right now is my need for an orgasm. They have built me up so much. I interrupt their staring competition and ask them to just please continue.
Jake begins to thrust hard and fast, just the way I like it. Sam continues to suck, lick, and knead my breast. I arch my back and spread my legs as far apart as I possibly can, trying to gain more of Jake. I lift my hips, so his thick, luscious penis hits me in the right spot.
Oh it does. I come with thunder in my head from blood pulsating through my body with such force it’s deafening.
When my heart rate returns to normal speed, I open my eyes. Both men have gone. I suddenly feel terrified. Scared even. Why have they gone? What did I do wrong? What just happened?
I wake, covered in a cold sweat. I’m panting. I’m suddenly completely coherent and realise, I’ve just had a wet dream.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
My phone beeps. The sound makes me jump. I’m still lost somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness after my a bad dream, or was it a really good dream?
I turn the bedside light on and sit up in bed to read the message. It’s Jake. Bugger I forget to call him. I look over at the digital clock on my bedside table. It’s just after midnight. I don’t even remember walking from the ensuite to my bed.
My body struggles to cooperate. I’m so tired after only three hours sleep, but I manage to read the text which says, “Hey Kat. Its Jake here. Are you home yet? Are you okay? I’ve been worried about you. Please call me.”
I lean over and grab the home phone. Mobile service out here is non-existent at the best of times. I’m lucky his text message made it through. I dial Jake’s number and run my fingers through my hair. It’s stuck to my face slightly from perspiring during my dream. Jake answers within half a ring.
“Kat is that you?”
“Yes it’s me. Sorry Jake I was so tired I completely forgot to call you?”
I rub my sleepy eyes and settle back down into bed. Jake hears my movements and ask me where I am.
“I’m in bed of course. It is after midnight you know,” I say.
“Sorry. I’m kind of wired as a bit of a night owl. I suppose work does that to me.”
I can hear Jake’s voice is now at ease. He too sounds as if he’s making himself comfortable.
“Where are you?” My curiosity peaking.
“At my place.”
“Obviously, but where in your place?”
“I’m sitting on the couch. Well lying on it now.”
Hmm the thought of Jake lying back on his couch makes me think of taking advantage of him on it one day. I imagine his place to be smooth clean lines, open spaces with flecks of colour. Not bright bold colour, but strong masculine colours. Greys, or warm brown tones. The couch he’s lying on would be wide enough for two to lie down on, but also firm enough to sit comfortably on.
“What are you wearing?” I ask him in my deep sleepy voice.
“I’m not wearing much actually. I like to stroll around the place naked when I can.”
“Are you naked now?” I’m excited at the thought of him contacting me while naked.
“Yes.”
Oh my. I can’t believe this man. It astounds me that this divine, male entertainer wants to talk to me on the phone while naked.
“You’re not playing fair Jake.”
“Fair enough. I’ll go put some clothes on. Just hang on a minute.”
“Like hell you will!”
Jake laughs. I love hearing him laugh. The sound is comforting to me.
“Righto I’ll stay naked. What are you wearing Kat.”
“Hmm well let me just take a look and see. Oh whoops, I’m not wearing anything either.”
Jake laughs louder this time. I can see his smile in my memory. Actually I can see a lot of him in my memory. Visions of my recent wet dream come flooding back into my mind.
Jake asks me in a deep raspy voice, “What are we going to do now Kat? I mean here we are both naked in the middle of the night and I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling pretty bloody horny.”
Oh my god, I could come just from hearing his words. Even though my dream was completely satisfying and I orgasmed, I could easily orgasm again.
“And what do you suggest we do to please ourselves Jake?”
“Why don’t you start by touching your breast?”
Oh dear lord. I can’t believe he’s going to do this with me. I haven’t had phone sex in years and now here I’m lying in bed on the phone to possibly the hottest guy in our state’s capital city, listening to him tell me to touch myself.
“I am Jake. I’m touching my breasts. They’re so sensitive.”
I love that Jake is controlling me with his commands alone. Sam was n
ever like that. Sex was always a joint venture with us. Neither of us ever tried to tell the other what to do. We experimented with restraints, but that was Sam’s limit when it came to being dominating. We were always up for new ideas, but he never tried to lay down the sexual law with me. This is so different and I’ve got to say I like where Jake is taking this.
“What do you want me to do to myself Kat? Tell me.”
Jake’s voice is full of need and desire.
“Oh Jake. I want you to run your hands gently over your body, but do it slowly and don’t touch your cock yet. Just let your hand glide over all of those beautiful perfect muscles of yours.”
“Fuck me Kat, I wish I was on top of you right now.”
“Patience Jake. Let’s just take care of each other now the only way we can.”
“Oh Kat, this is so hot. My turn now. I want you to let your hand go where you need it the most. Where is that Kat? Where is your hand now?”
“It’s on my clit. I’m rubbing my clit. I’m so wet.” I love submitting to his demands.
“Keep talking dirty to me Kat. Real fucking dirty.”
“Don’t touch your cock yet Jake. I’ll tell you when you can grab your penis.”
Telling Jake to touch himself, or not touch himself, just the way I want him to is taking my own level of excitement to new heights. This is not going to take long. My endorphins are running at an all-time high. I feel like I’m almost beyond my own control as I rub myself harder and faster. My breath hitches and Jake can hear me panting.
“Fuck Kat. You’ve got to let me touch myself now. All I can imagine is you riding on-top of me fucking me till I come.”
“Okay Jake touch yourself now.”
I instantly hear Jake’s swift fast movements as he pulsates his hand up and down his thick, hot penis over and over again. I can hear the moisture from his pre-come being massaged into his hand as he pounds himself. It sounds so hard and fast. It’s as if he’s smacking himself on his taut abdomen with his cock.
“Oh fuck Jake. Hearing you do that to yourself is going to make me come.”
“Kat, me too. I’m going to imagine I’m coming all over you.”
With those words my orgasm begins in momentous waves of heat and pleasure radiating from my core. “Yes Jake. Yes. That’s it. Oh Yes!”
I can’t talk anymore, but I can scream. A long, throaty scream. I’m so glad the kids’ bedrooms are up the other end of the house.
Jake also finds his release. He too is far from silent about it.
He yells out, “Fuck Kat, Oh Fuck!”
I can see in my mind the thick white semen spurting out the top of Jake’s beautifully circumcised penis. I wish I was there beside him now watching him come, or better yet I wish he was here with me, doing to me what he said he wanted to do.
My head is numb as a result of my pleasure being liberated. My body sated and unclenched.
As our deep breathing subsides, after one massive orgasm, we lay silent for a few moments. Eventually our bodies calm from what would have to have been one of the best phone sex sessions I’ve ever had.
“Jake, you’re going to kill me with sex,” I say as I lay motionless in my bed.
He laughs, but it’s a low drowsy laugh now.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about that Kat.”
“Oh, why do you say that?”
“Clearly you’re the one with the big appetite for sex. I think it’s you who’s going to kill me and if I’m honest, I wouldn’t mind in the least.”
“Hmm. Maybe we’ll keep score so we can see who the main instigator of sex is between us.”
“I love that word?”
“What word? Instigator.”
“No. Us.”
My face is aglow with happiness. My silence worries Jake though.
“Obviously I can’t see you Kat, but does the thought of “Us” make you happy?” It’s more of a plea than a question.
“Yes Jake it does, but we still need to take it slow.”
“You don’t know how happy you’ve just made me.”
“Actually I do. I heard every bit of it.”
We both laugh and find ourselves hanging on the phone like a couple of lovesick teenagers. There’s no need for words between us. It’s just nice to know that he’s there for me and I’m here for him.
“I better get back to sleep now. I have to work tomorrow, I’ll catch up with you again soon.”
“Not good enough.” Jake replies with a dominant tone.
“Excuse me!” I feel a little cautious hearing his response, but I also get a small thrill of excitement.
“I’m going to need you to text me in the morning. I want to know that you’ve woken up happy and maybe even woken up thinking of me.”
I love hearing him tell me what to do. Just like when he told me to touch myself.
“Okay Jake,” I say with a smile in my voice. “I’ll text you in the morning. Now hang up I need to get some sleep.”
“You hang up first” He sounds playful now.
“Oh okay, we’re going to play this game are we?”
“Yep.”
“Okay I’m hanging up.” I pull the receiver away from my ear, but I can’t seem to bring myself to press the “end” button. I listen again to see if Jake has been the first to hang the phone up.
“I thought you were going to hang up,” he says.
I know he’s grinning. I can almost see him. “I was just checking to see if you’d hang up first.”
“I would never hang up on you Kat.”
My heart melts. When was it that I met this man again? Oh that’s right, it was only three nights ago. How can he possibly affect me like this after such a short time? Even though we’ve had such little time shared between us, we seem to have a strong connection with each other. It’s like we were meant to be. How can that be?
I’ve always believed that true love is like lightning; it never strikes the same place twice. Maybe Jake and I are an exception to Mother Nature’s Law.
Maybe our relationship with each other will survive at any and all cost. Maybe we’ll take our relationship to new and dizzying heights. Maybe we’ll fall.
All I can confirm right now is, he makes me feel happy and that’s a lot better than feeling the sadness I’ve been consumed by for the last year.
“Thanks for the entertaining evening Jake. Goodnight.”
“It’s been my absolute pleasure Kat. Sleep well.”
“I’ll text you in the morning. Sweet dreams.”
And with that, reluctantly I hang up.
***
When I wake in the morning, I feel…happy and for some reason, a little sticky. I hit the shower to freshen up. I’m cautious of the time I spend under the warm water purely to help save this precious resource.
Ah Jake. Jake and his wicked phone sex the night before has left its appreciable mark on me and I love it. I send him a quick text before I head to the kitchen for breakfast.
“Morning handsome. Thanks for the great night. We MUST do it again sometime soon. You’ll be pleased to know I’ve woken up one very happy lady.”
Jake texts back immediately.
“I‘ve got to be the luckiest guy in the world today. Thank you for telling me you’re happy. I only hope I can continue to make you smile.”
How’s a girl supposed to stay upright when she reads something like that?
“I have to prise the kids out of bed and go to work now, I’ll call you tonight.”
“Okay. Have a great day. I’ll be thinking of you.”
I wonder what Jake will do to pass the time today. I’m sure he’ll hit the gym, but surely that can’t be all he’ll do during the day.
My beautiful children are already up and dressed ready for another busy school day. We eat a quick breakfast of eggs on toast then head out the door. Usually Ash and Aiden would catch the bus to school, but as I’m heading into town for work anyway, I’ll take them with me.
I give the kids
a big kiss and cuddle goodbye and remind them to catch the bus home after school.
When I get to work I check out my delivery sheet for the day and begin to load the ute. I work three times a week and usually it only takes me the morning to get my deliveries done, but some days are busier than others.
My boss, Murray, comes out to the back shed when he sees me pull in.
“I’ll give you a hand Kat. There’s a few orders today.”
“Yeah no worries. Thanks Murray.”
My job is to deliver much needed and often urgent supplies to local farmers. It’s a busy time of year at the moment with hay ready to bale and crops soon to be harvested. I run my eyes down the list of farms I need to go to today and I find a name that I would rather have not seen on the list today.
“Oh man. What does old Mr Lockwood want today?”
“Go easy Kat. He just wants some dog food. You should be able to get out of there pretty quick today. He said he’s off to a clearance sale today.”
“I hope so. It took me nearly two hours to get out of there last time. I love that the man wants to have a chat, but I don’t need to know the history of the local cricket club, or what his great nephew is doing at uni.”
I wasn’t born on a farm myself. Sam used to say that I was lacking a little rural spirit because I had better things to do, than spend three hours just shooting the breeze with someone. I shouldn’t complain. I only wish now I had more time with Sam. I sometimes think of all the times I pushed him aside because I had things to do. Now I ask myself just how important were those things.
I apologise to Murray and tell him that I will make the delivery and chat to old Mr Lockwood for half the day if I have to. I haven’t actually seen Mr Lockwood for a few weeks now. It will be interesting to know how he is.
I drive to three other farms before I get to Mr Lockwood’s place. His house is a little bit run down, but he survives alright out here on his own. His wife passed away almost six years ago now. I remember her as such a caring person and there was always fresh biscuits, or scones on the table. Mr Lockwood has lost a lot of weight since her death. The fact that he’s almost ninety might have a bit to do with his appearance, but it’s obvious to anyone who knows him, and knew his wife, that he clearly isn’t eating as well since her passing.