Red Velvet

by Noelle Mack

  “Hi!”

  She could hear him grin. “That’s better. A little enthusiasm is always nice.”

  “I wasn’t expecting it to be you, Kev.”

  “Who were you expecting?”

  “At this hour—I don’t know. Just didn’t think it would be you. How’s work?”

  He chuckled. “Got about an hour here between shifts, went out to my car. Just thought I’d call you. I know you haven’t been laid for way too long, so I was thinking…how about a little phone sex?”

  She drew in her breath. “You’re not going to, like, do yourself in the parking lot, right?”

  “No. This is just for you.”

  Pam unstuck her thighs. Trying to control her horniness by pressing them together wasn’t a good idea. “Wow. Okay. But—um—I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

  He laughed. “Just tell me what you want me to do to you. I’ll take it from there.”

  “What is this, Kev Donnell’s Bedtime Story Hour?”

  “Something like that.”

  Pam relaxed and wriggled her hips into a comfortable position. Just listening to his low voice in the dark made her hot. “I want you to…”

  “Don’t be shy. Nobody’s listening. You know you can tell me anything.”

  “I want you to come in the bedroom when I’m half asleep,” she began, “and I’m naked under the covers. Then you sit down by me and put your hand on top of the covers to rub my back and my butt. I move a little but don’t wake up. The smooth warm sheet slides over my skin, and it’s your hand that’s making it happen.”

  “Mm-hm.”

  If only he was doing that to her right now, Pam thought wistfully. Well, in a way he was, so there was no point in wishing he was actually here. Emotionally he was. He understood that she was lonely and frustrated without her having to whine about it.

  “And then…”

  “Go on.”

  “You concentrate on just my ass. Stroking and squeezing each cheek. Using both hands. But I’m still under the covers. What you’re doing is getting me hot. I wake up a little more and you push the blankets down to my waist, keeping me cuddled up.”

  “You’re getting me hot,” he said softly, a heavy longing in his voice.

  Pam smiled into the receiver. “Good.”

  “Now what?”

  “I push up on my elbows so you can reach around and feel my tits. They’re super-warm because I’ve been lying on my front and having you fondle them feels really good. You start tugging on my nipples and I arch up to let you. Then you start rubbing my ass with your other hand, sliding the blanket and sheets around. I love having my breasts and behind stroked at the same time.”

  Kev gave a long sigh and didn’t say anything.

  “You bend over to start kissing my bare back and push my hair aside to kiss the nape of my neck. I’m still arched up, loving what you’re doing to me. Loving you.”

  “Do you, Pam?” he said softly.

  “You know I do.”

  She heard him smile again. “Go on.”

  “Then you pull the covers all the way down and bare my ass. Tell me how soft it is and how much you want to look at me on all fours. But you take your time. You’re good at that, Kev.”

  “Maybe too good.”

  “You roll me over on my back and treat me to some hard nipple sucking. I try to touch my pussy because I’m getting hot but you won’t let me. You grab my wrists and keep my hands together above my head, and really do my nipples, until I almost can’t stand it.”

  “Touch yourself now, angel. I can’t stop you.”

  Pam’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I don’t want to. I’m not ready yet. I want to wait. I want you to make me wait and not rush anything. It gets really intense that way.”

  “Yeah.”

  His disembodied voice, saying that single word so softly, made her dripping wet. Pam could feel the moisture on her thighs but she kept her hands away from her swollen labia.

  “You roll me back over my belly and tell me to put a pillow between my legs.”

  “Do it.”

  She shook her head, even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “Not yet.”

  “Okay, talk about it some more.”

  “You want me to confide in you, tell you a really wild fantasy while you stare down at me riding that firm pillow, holding it between my thighs. I talk and talk…about wanting you…and what I do in private to satisfy myself sexually when you’re not around. You tell me to go ahead and rub and lay your hands on my soft ass cheeks so you can feel me clench them…as I begin to lose control. Up and down. Around and down. I get to work my hot pussy and you get to watch.”

  “Yeah. Oh, yeah.”

  She breathed into the phone, imagining the size of his erection. He had to be about to break a zipper.

  “Then you pull out the pillow, really fast, and take it away. I turn over, about to object, but you’re ready. Your cock is out and you put it near my lips, because you know I’ll open right up and suck you hard.”

  Kev moaned. She had him with that bit. Pam grinned and licked her lips. “So I do.”

  “Most of the way in. So you’re comfortable.”

  “I press my tongue against the front of the shaft and swirl it around to under the head. And repeat that, until you have to get your fingers tightly around your cock to keep from ramming it into my mouth, you’re so turned on.

  “I lick your fingers too and suck you like a porn star. Hard and pulsing. You gasp and pull out, go for a condom. I lie back, pleased with myself for getting you that hot.”

  He didn’t answer.

  “Kev?”

  “Still here. Losing my mind. Not touching myself. But I hope you are.”

  She slid a hand between her legs and kept the receiver cradled between her ear and her shoulder. “Yeah, I am. And I am so slick and tight, you wouldn’t believe it. So swollen, Kev. Waiting for you. I have my legs spread really, really wide. And I’m watching you struggle to slide a condom over your huge, stiff cock. That one breaks and you swear. I don’t care, because I get to watch you do it a second time. I love to watch a man handle his cock and balls, absolutely love it.”

  He didn’t reply.

  “What are you doing right now, Kev?”

  “Making a list. One item. Condoms.”

  “All right. You get the second one and get over me on the bed, pushing my legs even farther apart. Then you kneel and put your hot tongue where it feels best, penetrating my pussy with it. I lift my thighs up and hold myself open to get more and more. You’re making me cry, it feels so good.

  “Then you move your mouth a little higher and suck my clit. It’s a weird feeling, almost too intense. I get my hands in your hair and make you stop. Pull you up to me so you can kiss me. So I can taste my pussy all over your mouth.”

  “Oh, God,” he murmured.

  “You can’t stop now—”

  “Get that thing,” he interrupted her.

  “What thing?”

  “That dildo we had so much fun with. Put it in. I want to know that your pussy is totally filled when you start coming so you’re completely satisfied. I have to go without but you don’t.”

  “Okay. Hang on.” She put down the phone receivers and looked in two of the nightstand drawers before she found it. He’d bought it in a sex shop when she dared him to go in, and like he said, they’d had a lot of fun with it, even given it a name. The Boyfriend. No matter what, he believed a woman should be pleasured in every possible place and he only had one cock.

  Pam picked up the receiver. “Got it.”

  “Good. Lube it.”

  “Don’t need to, Kev.”

  “Okay. Lie back in the pillows and hold it right outside your pussy, so you can feel the head but don’t put it in. I’m over you and you’re waiting to feel the first thrust.”

  “I want you so much, Kev. I wish you were here.”

  “I know. You ready, angel?”

  “Uh-huh,” she whimpered.<
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  “Now. Do it.”

  Pam thrust the dildo she was clutching deep inside her, moaning, wishing his mouth was covering hers and moaning too.

  “Yeah. I’m in you, fucking you hard but not fast. A slow thrust in with clit pressure at the end. And slow reverse while you writhe. I keep on doing it. Use the dildo just like that.”

  Pam lost the receiver in the sheets for a few lust-crazed minutes but she figured he would understand. She thrust the sex toy into herself, extremely stimulated knowing that he was listening to her very real moans, and had a huge hard-on he couldn’t do anything about. She rolled over onto the phone and heard it beep, then grabbed it. “You still there?” she whispered.

  “Yeah. Figured you lost the phone. Good. Still have that thing rammed up inside you?”

  “Mm-hm.” Her voice sounded far away to her own ears, shaky with unfulfilled desire.

  “Hold it in and sit up on your thighs. Use the bed to keep it in. Like we changed places and I’m on the bottom and you’re riding me.”

  Pam obeyed.

  “Now rub your clit. Get the Boyfriend exactly as deep as you want it. And put the goddamn phone down.”

  She did but carefully, wanting him to hear her orgasm. Pam got her clit between her fingers and stroked it, increasing the pressure and speed until she was moaning again. With the big dildo deep inside her, with the sensation of Kev’s presence in the dark, quiet room, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came.

  Aching with longing, she touched herself just as lovingly and expertly as he did, and curled over when a powerful climax rocked her body. She pushed her pussy down on the dildo, crying out again and again, calling his name. Then she collapsed and fumbled for the phone, leaving the Boyfriend inside her throbbing flesh.

  “Nice,” he said softly.

  “Oh, Kev. That was amazing. No matter what, you do it to me. You don’t even have to be in the room.”

  “I wouldn’t take it that far. I think I can get out of here before dawn.”

  “Mmm,” she murmured drowsily. “I hope so.”

  “Go to sleep, beautiful. And when I come in, I’m going to do exactly what you just told me. Step by step. I remember every word you said.” He blew a soft kiss into her ear and hung up.

  3

  Christmas was three weeks away and Pam was already tired. Her clients were scrambling to reduce their taxable income with year-end deductible donations and sticking money in their IRAs, at least whatever they had left to put in. For some reason, creative types, when flush with cash, tended to squander it on dubious investments: shares in Patagonian llama ranches and chicken-nugget-restaurant stocks and things like that.

  After years of being an accountant, Pam had a feeling that the best way to save money was not to spend it in the first place, especially around the holidays. But she knew that Kev—sweet, generous Kev, her own personal sex god—loved Christmas and would go all out. He had dragged himself out of bed by noon, the equivalent of dawn for a night shift worker, and gone out to find the perfect tree.

  Therefore, she had to find him a truly great present. But what did you give a guy who truly didn’t care a whole hell of a lot about material things?

  That question wasn’t easily answered. She finally decided to trust fate and follow whatever called to her. So far she had been called to a deluxe athletic wear store, where she had contemplated buying state-of-the-art sneakers with innerspring soles to replace his beloved but very scuffed suede boots.

  But he loved those boots.

  Next, she’d gone into an audio equipment store with the interesting name of Bang & Olufsen. Apparently buying their high-end goods was supposed to be akin to a religious experience, not retail. Pam decided that God didn’t want her to spend a month’s salary on speakers for a guy who’d blow them out listening to heavy metal anyway.

  That left something sexy. She wasn’t going to wrap herself up with a bow and a tag that said ho-ho-ho, although he probably wouldn’t mind. He could have her anytime, without the wrapping paper, and she didn’t want him to think she was too cheap to buy an actual gift.

  As to what he was giving her, Kev wasn’t saying. Not dropping the most infinitesimal hint.

  Pam closed the spreadsheet file on her computer when her cat strolled in front of the monitor. “Hello. You hungry again?”

  He meowed. The Lump was always hungry. She had an irrational notion that he was capable of eating the bananas, peel and all, just so he could fill his furry belly and go to sleep in the bowl.

  Leaving him sitting on her desk, she got up and went into the kitchen, rattling the box of cat food to get him to follow. He appeared a few seconds later, and she dropped a few crunchy bites into his dish, just for form’s sake.

  Then she made herself a cup of tea, cinnamon apple something that smelled vaguely Christmassy, and sat down to think. The red velvet dress came to mind. But she couldn’t buy that for him when it really was for her.

  And besides, he’d said it wasn’t really for sale. Pam sipped her tea, letting the warmth and spicy smell clear her mind. Actually, he had been a little vague about that dress from the beginning and some of the things he’d said about it hadn’t made much sense. A pricey store like Stacks wouldn’t let a delivery guy walk out with an expensive dress, even if it was a sample. But maybe she should have been brave enough to buy it, even though she hadn’t wanted him to blow that much on it, back when they hardly knew each other.

  She finished her tea, feeling refreshed but well aware that she still didn’t know what to get him for Christmas.

  The sound of thundering feet in boots coming up the stairs snapped her out of her reverie. Kev was back. There was a rustly sound—pine branches—in the hall, followed by a thump as he set down the sawed-off trunk. Pam opened the door. The tree was taller than he was. Kev peered around the side, grinning. There were pine needles in his hair and pine needles stuck in the wool of his plaid jacket. “Whaddya think? Not big enough?”

  “Bring it in. With the star and the base, it’s going to touch the ceiling.”

  “All right,” he said with evident satisfaction. He pinched the needles to release their cold, sharp fragrance. “Nice and fresh. Hope you like it.”

  “I love it. Our first Christmas. Geez. Hang on while I get the camera.” She went down the hall, trying to remember where she put it.

  He dragged the tree in, holding onto the trunk with a leather-gloved hand. “What for? It isn’t decorated.”

  “I want to get a picture of you with it,” she called from the living room. “All lumberjacked up and looking cute.”

  He stood it up when she came back, looking brawny and sexy and sweet enough to make her swallow the sentimental tears that made her a little misty. She squinted at the little digital screen and tried to get him and the tree into the frame. “Smile,” was all she said.

  Christmas Eve…

  They’d visited his parents. Her parents. His brothers. Her college friends. They’d wrapped and shopped and wrapped and shopped. Pam had given in at last and gone to Stacks to see if she could find the red velvet dress. No one there even knew what she was talking about. She’d resigned herself to getting him a big, fat gift certificate to an electronics store so he could pick out the laptop he’d been talking about.

  Not very imaginative, but what else could she do? A really good laptop was the best present she could come up with at the last minute, and she knew he would love it. She’d tucked a red velvet thong for her to wear into his stocking, along with a Matchbox car and candy canes.

  They collapsed on the sofa and looked at the Christmas tree they’d decorated together. Kev had found about a million ornaments in the basement of his parents’ house and brought them over, carefully hanging every single one once they’d got the tree to stand up straight. She almost couldn’t see the needles under the decorations. The tree sparkled richly and the big colored lights made her think of childhood Christmases, before everyone got so damn tasteful and into white wicker rein
deer that nodded electronically.

  Kev poured himself a shot of single malt from the very expensive bottle his brother had solemnly presented to him. Pam had been pleased to see that Kev had given Doug the same thing. They did it every year. So maybe he wouldn’t mind that her present for him wasn’t so imaginative.

  He sipped it, savoring the flavor. The Lump jumped up on the coffee table and sniffed the glass in Kev’s hand, widening his golden eyes when the fumes went up his nose.

  “It’s whiskey, Lump. Have some. Good for your whiskers.” The cat shook his head, not liking the fumes, and Kev laughed. “Look at that. He’s a teetotaler.” He scratched the cat between the ears and got him purring. The Lump settled down next to him as he sipped and watched Pam put back an ornament that had fallen off. “Ahh. Doesn’t get any cozier than this.”

  “Nope.” She was feeling wonderful, absolutely wonderful. Being alone with him at last and looking forward to sharing breakfast in bed with him on Christmas morning was joy, pure and simple joy.

  “When do you want to open presents? Now or in the morning?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “I’m a now kind of guy myself.”

  “And why is that not a surprise?” Pam’s voice was gently teasing.

  “Well, I got you something really good.”

  Her heart sank a little. “Oh, my.”

  “Go ahead.” He leaned back with the shot glass in his hand and gestured to a long white box under the tree. A familiar-looking box Pam looked at it with surprise. She could swear it hadn’t been there when they’d left earlier in the evening.

  “That isn’t…”

  He was humming to himself, trying to look nonchalant. Much as she loved the guy, he couldn’t carry a tune. Could be Metallica, could be a Christmas carol, there was no telling.

  Pam crouched under the tree and pulled out the box. “You didn’t.”

  “I did.”

  “You spent way too much money.”

  “My sales associate friend gets an employee discount. I’m not completely crazy. Except about you.”

  Pam was too blown away to reply. Or meet his loving gaze. She ran a fingernail down the tape that sealed the box and opened the top flaps. There was the tissue paper, neatly folded, and there was the Stacks label, gold and gleaming. And there was the red velvet dress.