Sorry...Wrong Number

by Jamallah Bergman

“Yeah, I know, totally unreal but I don’t plan on going to that party, I’d rather spend my Saturday talking with you instead.”

  “You are too sweet, Jonathan, and in a way, I’m glad you are not going to that party. Knowing her, she would have cornered you somewhere and had her way with you.”

  “Oh, I know she would have, and the only person who I want to take full advantage of me, is you, of course.”

  “I like the sound of that, did you get your package?”

  Looking at the box, Jonathan picked it up. “I got it right here. You want me to open it up now?”

  “Now, that’s a silly question to be asking, you know I want you to open it.”

  He opened the box and started drooling when he saw what was in it. “You, little minx, you, I can’t believe you got me a pocket pussy, baby.”

  Her giggle went through him and he could feel himself growing harder by the minute. “Do you have your dildo there, darling?”

  “Of course, put me on speaker phone, Jonathan, I know you’re not going to be able to hold the phone while you’re fucking my pussy.”

  He gladly obliged and put the phone on speaker function, then positioned the pussy on the side of the dresser. Slowly he wet his fingers and softly ran them along the rubber lips, thinking the entire time that it was her pussy he was wetting up. Just the thought of it made him even harder as he couldn’t wait to try this out. “Are you wet, my pet?” he asked.

  “You know I am, I’m just waiting for you to slide it on in, baby.”

  God, she had such a way with words and he loved every minute of hearing her talk this way. Slowly putting himself in, the fit was tight, a fit he thought would feel just like hers. My God, he wondered how her pussy would actually feel, wrapped around his cock all warm and tight. Jonathan needed to stop before he actually came. “My God, baby, you’re tight.”

  Marcie moaned as she said, “You feel so good inside me, Jonathan.”

  “Start off nice and slow baby, I want to take my time with you tonight because I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

  “Tell me what you thought about?”

  Jonathan smiled as he thought the fantasies he’d had throughout the day. “I thought about how it would feel to hold you in my arms and just let you stay there for a long time. To kiss your lips, to taste you, touch you, even smell you. Hell, I was even thinking about what kind of perfume you wore.”

  They laughed together as he continued slowly fucking ‘her.’ “If you must know what scent I wear, I really like wearing Fresh White Musk, it’s one of my favorites but I also like Vera Wang but that’s like a once in a lifetime splurge for me. So I stick with the Fresh White Musk.”

  “I bet it smells wonderful on you.”

  Hearing her moan and watching his cock going in and out of this pussy, he thought about how wonderful a sight it would be to see it actually going into of her pussy this way. He imagined watching her lovely mouth opening up and hearing her moan while drilling deep inside of her. Jonathan couldn’t help feeling overcome as he heard the dresser bumping up against the wall as each thrust went deeper and faster.

  “Oh baby, I can feel you fucking me harder. God your cock feels so good.” She moaned so lovely that he bucked up against the pussy harder. Even though Jonathan had said he wanted to take things slow, he couldn’t help himself. The things on the dresser were jiggling onto the floor as the mirror hit the back of the wall. He could see himself in the mirror, harder and deeper he went, so that every part of his body was straining from how much of himself he was putting into fucking this pussy. But even though Jonathan was actually fucking a fake one, all he could think of was Marcie’s pussy and how wonderful it would be to actually be inside of her at that moment.

  “Jonathan, oh God, yes!”

  The will to hold on was too weak as he heard Marcie moaning over the phone and soon he found himself coming all over the pussy as well as the dresser. It took him a while to catch his breath as he went over to the bed and lay there, listening to her panting and moaning over the phone. Grabbing the phone from the dock he said, “Baby, are you all right?”

  A contented moan came through and he smiled and knew that all was well with her. “Jonathan, can I ask you something?”

  “Sure, you can ask me anything you want.”

  “Can you come and see me?”

  His heart jumped out of his chest when he heard Marcie utter those words, words that he had hoped to hear her say but never thought he would actually hear her utter. “Baby, can you repeat what you just said? I honestly have to hear you say it again.”

  She laughed and repeated, “Can you come and see me, Jonathan?”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Very serious, sweetheart, I think it’s time we met, don’t you think?”

  “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say this, when do you want to meet?”

  “How about tomorrow, the sooner the better, I always say.”

  He sat up in bed and thought for a moment. “Tomorrow sounds good, we can meet for lunch if you like.”

  “That sounds just fine. I work at Jerry’s diner, do you know where that is?”

  “Yeah, I know exactly where it is, I pass by it all the time”

  “Uh-huh, I’ve been working there for a couple of years now. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

  “Neither can I, I’ll have those flowers as well as that kiss ready for you when I see you.”

  They continued talking throughout the night until they both were too tired to talk, both of them excited about meeting each other the following day. Jonathan had plans to make for the weekend.

  Part Three

  TOGETHER AT LAST

  Chapter Six

  “You did what!” Was the first thing Lorraine said to Marcie when she told her that her gentleman caller would be coming to see her today for lunch. “What about Roy?”

  “What about him? Roy and I are just friends and he knows that.” Marcie had realized she couldn’t lead Roy on after their first date and had told him she was involved with someone else. She’d thought he would take it badly and at first he did, but eventually he praised her for being truthful with him. He said that he only hoped that whomever he was, he treated her like a queen, the way she should be treated.

  “Girl, I don’t know about you. This guy could be some bald fat dude with a pot belly that sticks out for days. Either that or he could be a serial killer or something that has lied to you the entire time you guys were talking. Hell, I can’t even believe you’re still talking with this guy.”

  Marcie grabbed a bunch of napkins for her table, ignoring her friend. She knew all this, but she’d gotten in too deeply and now it was too late.

  “Listen,” Lorraine said, grabbing her arm. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. It’s just that I worry about my friends and you’re one of my best ones around. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

  Marcie looked at her friend and totally understood why she was concerned and gave her a hug of reassurance. “All I know is that he’s going to be coming here with a bouquet of flowers for me. I told him that I’ve never gotten a bouquet of flowers from a man before and he told me that he would bring them for me along with a kiss. I am a nervous-as-hell wreck, Lorraine.”

  “Why don’t you go and take a small break and get you some air in the alley, if he comes in, I’ll come get you, all right?”

  Nodding at her friend, Marcie walked out back where Jerry went out to smoke during the slow times. Sitting on a crate, she took deep breaths and thought about what would be happening within the next few minutes. What if Lorraine was right, what if he was some pervert and this whole meeting was a bad idea? She hoped it wasn’t, she just hoped that everything was going to be just fine.

  * * * *

  He had been on pins and needles the entire day from the time he woke up, having trouble trying to figure out what the hell he was going to wear. Jonathan even had a problem with putting on the right pair of shoes.
He realized when he got into the car that he had on one black and one brown shoe. Once he regrouped and took a calming breath, he was able to get back on track with his day. Dealing with clients and showing two homes helped the time pass quickly and before he realized, it was almost time for their lunch date. After making reservations at a local restaurant, Jonathan went to a florist’s shop and picked out two dozen of the prettiest roses in every color imaginable. They told him that this was the biggest order they’d ever had and whoever he was giving these to was a very lucky girl. They were right, he thought to himself, but he was probably the luckiest one of all for finding Marcie.

  It was probably a funny sight, seeing a grown man getting out of a car with a bigger-than-life bouquet of roses, even more so when he started trying to figure out how he would get the flowers out. “Do you need help, kind sir?”

  Jonathan looked over his shoulder and saw a group of kids from the local Catholic school along with a nun who was smiling at him. At that moment, Jonathan came up with a wonderful idea. “I think you can help me, Sister, if you don’t mind?”

  * * * *

  Marcie had come back inside and started cleaning one of the tables in preparation for the next customer. Soon the door opened and a little voice said, “Is Marcie here?” She looked towards the door and saw a little black girl wearing a blue plaid jumper, a white shirt and some black Mary Jane’s with long black hair in pigtails. In her little hand, she had a long stemmed yellow rose. Walking towards the little girl, Marcie said, “I’m Marcie.”

  Jonathan could see her from the window at the side of the storefront. Thankfully for him, he could see her reaction when she got the rose. She was even more beautiful than he could ever have imagined. He had all of the children lined up with roses, having given them all instructions on what to do. Peeking through once more, he couldn’t get enough of looking at her. She looked gorgeous, he thought as she stood there wide-eyed. He could tell she was in shock because of the look in her eyes when the little girl asked for her. He thought she looked fantastic even though she was wearing nothing more than a pair of jeans that showed her thick hips, a black T-shirt that hugged her breasts nicely and those lips, my God, he had dreamt of tasting those lips of hers every single night.

  “This is for you, ma’am, hope you like it.” And the little girl walked quickly out through the door, leaving Marcie looking perplexed. A second later, another little girl came in and with a smile, handed her another rose and walked out of the diner. Soon another and another little kid came into the diner, all with roses in their hands, a smile, and a greeting of hello. Marcie laughed as she found herself with an armful of roses and still looking puzzled as to what was going on, she glanced over at Lorraine who was giggling up a storm.

  “Do you need some help with those?” Lorraine asked.

  “I think so; these thorns are pricking my hands and skin.” Lorraine was helping gather the roses when Marcie heard more footsteps coming inside. She glanced over towards the door once more. Marcie couldn’t believe what she was seeing before her. It was him, her Jonathan, standing before her with a single red rose.

  He looked like some kind of god, she thought, as he came towards her with a smile on his face. He was truthful when he’d told her she probably wouldn’t believe him when he described how he actually looked. But he was exactly as he’d said—- dark brown hair that was long against the back of his neck and beautiful hazel eyes that sparkled down on her. He was a big fella, she thought, as he towered over her.

  “Hello, Marcie.” His voice was rich and sweet and she closed her eyes, smiling at the sound of him saying her name.

  “Can you say that again, just one more time, say my name again?”

  He smiled while slowly taking her in his arms to kiss her lips ever so softly. Every part of her body seemed to scream out loud with a yearning she had never felt before in her life. She found herself slowly going limp in his arms as he held her close to him while he kissed her. But eventually he stopped as she opened her eyes for a moment and smiled. “Hello, Marcie.”

  Marcie smiled and giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck as they embraced. Everybody started clapping and shouting in the diner, but of course, Mr. Jones had to say something that shocked everybody in the room. “It’s about damn time you got yourself a man!”

  Marcie looked at him, then back at Jonathan, and started laughing as she walked over to Mr. Jones, took off his hat and planted a kiss on top of his balding head. For the first time in years, Mr. Jones smiled.

  “So, did you like the flowers I sent you?”

  “I couldn’t believe you sent them to me, and especially not the way you delivered them, it was absolutely sweet.

  “You ready for lunch?”

  “Let me go get my purse.”

  Running into the back, she pulled off her apron, rushed to her locker and grabbed her purse and came back out to grab her roses from Lorraine. As she approached him, Jonathan gave her a smile and held his arm out for her to grab. “My lady, your chariot awaits.”

  He whisked her off to a restaurant called Linden’s, an out of the way café that was not crowded during the day, which gave them time to be with one another. They were seated at the secluded table Jonathan had requested for more intimacy between them. As they sat there, he touched her hands, running her fingers along his own as he traced the inside of her palms. He was so delicate with his touch, causing goose bumps to form over her entire body. She looked up into his eyes as he softly nuzzled her cheek with his own and she heard him sighing into her ear.

  “You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about this moment with you, Marcie.”

  Just hearing Jonathan saying this caused her body to shake from the way his voice made her feel, or maybe it was his stubble, which felt good against her skin.

  “If there weren’t other people in this restaurant, I’d take you over this table right now,” Jonathan whispered. Marcie tried not to laugh, but ended up doing just that in the quiet restaurant.

  “You are a devil, you know that, Jonathan?”

  “A big ol’ horny devil is what I am, Ms. Marcie.” He took her hand and laid it on his hard cock and watched her shoot him a look of amazement and surprise. He smiled. “This is all yours, Marcie, all yours for the taking and I’ve wanted you to take it for days. Now that I’ve got you, I don’t plan on ever letting you go.”

  His voice was deep and sensual and Marcie could feel herself about to lose it completely as his breath grew hotter against her skin. It was causing her panties to get wetter by the moment, but thankfully, the waiter brought over their lunch. While they were eating, he would not let Marcie’s hand stop resting on the front of his pants. She could feel the heat radiating from him; it caused her to become even hotter than she already was at that moment.

  They decided to go back to her place to put the flowers in some water. Jonathan handed her a rose as she arranged them in the vase that she had on a shelf in her living room, soon it was overflowing with roses to the point Marcie didn’t know whether or not she was going to get any more into it. Eventually she was able to get them all in. She looked around to see where she was going to put her vase and decided to put it on her dining room table. As she admired her beautiful present, she felt two strong arms enclose her around her waist, making her feel safe and warm and even warmer when he nuzzled up against her. His lips grazed her skin but felt like they were searing through her as she tried not to lose herself within his grasp.

  “God, you feel so good, Marcie.”

  Marcie had to admit he was feeling just as good as his hands roamed up and down her arms. Turning around she faced him as he said, “I want to spend all of Sunday with you.” They both walked over to her couch as he had her sit down in his lap, which surprised her because she’d never actually sat on a man’s lap before, with the exception of her father’s when she was young.

  “Really? I’d love that. We could go out and have some fun together and afterwards we could get into a lot
of trouble.”

  Jonathan softly kissed her cheek then softly nibbled her ear causing her nipples to suddenly grow erect. The sensation was maddening as he continued. Her head rested against his chest as his hands reached and grabbed hold of her breasts—breasts he couldn’t wait to suckle. “Marcie, do you know how wonderful you feel to me right now?”

  She couldn’t hear a word he said, the only thing she could concentrate on was how wonderful his hands felt against her body. “If I got you alone, baby, I plan on not going out anywhere with you. I plan on making love to you as well as fucking you senseless throughout the entire day. I plan on hearing you moan for real this time and not just over the phone. Would you like to do that instead of going out?”

  “That sounds like fun too, but I wanted to us to go out and have some fun together.”

  “But we will, baby, we will have a lot of fun, but it will just be in bed.”

  Marcie laughed while they rocked back and forth in each other’s arms. His laughter filled her ears and made her feel so good, so loved at that moment. “I’d better get you back to work,” Jonathan whispered.

  Grabbing his wrist, she looked at his watch and thankfully she saw they had a little bit more time. “We have ten more minutes, plenty of time, before I go back in to work.”

  Marcie slowly traced over his lips with her finger then with her thumb. God, his lips felt so soft, she thought. His hands rested on her hips and she got even cozier next to his chest. His cologne smelled so good that all she wanted to do for the rest of the day was lie in his strong arms and let his warmth envelope her.

  “I can tell you this, Marcie, that I’ve never felt so calm, so at ease while you touch me like you have. Feeling your hand softly on my cheek, while you’re looking at me with those big brown eyes of yours, is so sweet. It makes me wonder, when you look at me like that, what is going on in that pretty little head of yours? Mainly, I’m wondering just how you got so damned cute.”