Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Phone Sex ❯ Chapter 1

It was late, past midnight if the racy comedy blaring from the television was anything to judge by. My noisy roommate's cackling from the other side of my bedroom door bled into my ears and kept me from my precious slumber. Boredom's hand was beginning to creep closer, and soon I would be in its inescapable clutches.

Of course, as that cheerful girl in my misfit formed circle of friends always loved to point out, even the darkest clouds have a silver lining to find if you search for it. And if boredom had any redeemable qualities, its that it often inspires creativity. The actions spawned may be illogical, but I was already in a rambunctious mood. 

I stood to give my legs a good stretch before giving in to my habit of pacing while thinking up an idea. As my mind roamed, mulling over a variety of ideas, from a night on the town to surfing the web for crazy videos to watch, the thoughts would somehow veer and end up focusing on her.  And then I realized what had to be done, and a devious smirk lifted my lips. I rushed to the phone, dialed the memorized number in a flash, and waited eagerly to hear her voice on the other end.

I can't remember ever being in such a relaxing mood, which I admit is a downer since I deserve to treat myself to more evenings like this. My eyes closed slowly  as I let out a long, relieved moan. My head tilted back to lean against the waterproof pillow, hair flatly pressed under my neck and back, and my arms floated freely at my side.

The lavender scented bubbles added a sensual touch while the warm water worked wonders to massage my aching joints and muscles, especially in my lower areas. The life of a waitress was murder on my soles and ankles. "Damn those impossibly uncomfortable heels and every male that tips me extra for wearing them." 

Just thinking about it gave my spine shivers of irate annoyance, but not tonight. This bath was only the beginning of joyous delight, and I refused to let anything or anyone raise my stress level at all. I arched my foot, popping my toes, and sighed as the bath water soaked my stress away.

I managed ten successful seconds of peace before the phone rang beside me, and I swore at it for doing so. "Damn it, who would be calling me this late at night?" I really wanted not to answer, to let voicemail sort it out, but my conscience got to me by the third ring, concerned it might be an emergency.

Reluctantly, I sat up from my relaxing recline, dried my hands off on a nearby towel, and snatched the phone off the floor to check the caller ID I wasn't expecting his name at all. My initial thought was, "Why was he calling? He never calls." If it had been anyone else, I probably would have dropped the phone back on the ground, popping out the battery and dispelling anymore distractions, but curiosity got the better of me.

"Hello?" I answered apprehensively. He didn't answer right away, which somehow worked to creep me out. He finally replied with a simple"Hey" and nothing more, forcing me to continue the conversation. I had no idea what to say. "So um... what'cha calling for? There isn't some kinda crisis going on is there?"  I knew those questions had the potential to sound rude, but I was ill-prepared. Yet my concerns faded with hearing his cute little chuckle.

"No, there's nothing dangerous happening." It felt like he was playing with me by withholding his intentions, and I admit to it frustrating me, but I refused to let him ruin my night.

Still, it was not in my nature to be purposefully rude, so I started by saying, "Sorry! It's just that it's really uncommon for you to call and I hardly hear from you, even when we hang out as a group. You're usually so quiet and distant."

"I like to think of it as remaining mysterious." I laughed at his interjected joke.

"Right, and of course any other time I'd love to have a discussion and discover things about you,  but if you don't have any real reason to call then-"

"Actually, I called because I had you on my mind and I really needed to talk to you."

"Oh really?" I smiled at her reaction; the stunned silence was all the indication necessary to proceed.

"Yep, unless you're too busy of course. It's not very important, I just wanted your advice and opinion on a few things. You are probably the only one that can assist me though." I heard the sound of water swishing in the background.

"Oh really? Well, in that case, go right ahead." Like a mouse to cheese, subtle flattery works wonders.

"Are you sure? I don't want to disrupt your night's plans."

"Don't be silly!" She was practically gushing now. "Go on and ask me anything you want."

"Well, if you insist." I took a deep breath in preparation for the long plunge. "For starters, I was curious about the qualities you tend to look for and like in a mate. It doesn't have to be anything personal, just fill me in on what interests you." I added a cheesy laugh at the end, just for effect.

"Oh..." that question managed to again shock me silent. It's going to be one of those talks, huh? I was a little hesitant to delve into that kind of territory on my lonesome, let alone with him listening. But I couldn't back down now, I gave him my word and permission to ask whatever he wanted. Besides, he said nothing personal, so there was no harm in sharing some general info.

"Let's see... I tend to fall for guys with compassion and have an air of natural coolness. I like to feel secure around him, as if nothing can harm me, but it should stem more from bravery than arrogant power." He gave a low "Hmm..." and I couldn't tell if my confession was boring or interesting him. Either way, it prompted me to continue.

"At least that's who my crushes seem to develop for. But when I get into a relationship with them, difficulties always seem to spring up. I think it's because I'm such a giver. I take pleasure from pleasing my guy and they always act as if they don't appreciate my attentions. They're perfectly capable to do things on their own, or at least that is how they try to explain it to me. I like being depended on for some things."

"Yeah, that makes sense for both parties. Most guys are independent not just for themselves, but it's also how we impress the chicks. Usually the girls don't want a man they have to baby or something. Still, I get why you like it, and I have to agree, it'd be a relaxing relief to be catered to every once in a while. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, please continue."

I scooted my backside up the edge and splashed water on my face, hoping to convince myself that it was the warm water and not my own uncontrollable blush that heated my cheeks. I never had a man agree with my views on a relationship before. It was both creepy and intriguing.

"And to be honest, now that I'm single, I've been wanting to try something new for once. I'd like to experiment with more of a wild soul, experience whatever passions they offer. I'd like to be taken out my comfort zone. It would be a welcome change from the ordinary for me."

This time the "Hmm..."  was dripping with interest which was awkward to hear, especially coming from him. I tried my best to disclaim my wild statement by adding, "I'm not talking about sex or anything. I don't think I have it in me to get too crazy in the bedroom." He chuckled again.

I found my opening, but I knew I had to proceed with caution from now on. It was too risky to head into this recklessly; I didn't want to face the repercussions of hearing a harsh phone slam and dial tone. Or worse, losing her as a friend. Still, being aggressively provocative had it's advantages in times like this. Whatever the costs, I had to go for it, but subtly at first.

"Oh yeah? And what's the wildest thing you've ever done in your past?" The inquiry rewarded me with quiet. "Ha, you don't have to be shy with me, I know everyone has done at least one naughty thing while they were young. I know I have for sure. But even looking at an angel like you, it's almost easy to see you haven't lived the boring life you try to suggest. Please tell me, I'm very curious to know your secrets."

It was her turn to give a solemn, thoughtful "Hmm..." and I waited anxiously for her to a make a decision. It took ages, and I thought she would tell me no, but the magic of my goading her on seemed to have an effect after all.

"All right fine! But you have to promise not to tell anyone about it, okay?" I gave a quick, "Mhmm" and she continued. "I can't believe I'm going to share this with you, but... when I was a little younger, I once watched my ex boyfriend from a window as he undressed, and started touching myself to his naked body."

It's hard to find a proper, comforting response to someone that just spilled their guts like that. I failed miserably. "Wow! That's incredible! Please, share more." Not the worst I could come up with, but I expected her to shut down. She surprised me.

"Ha ha no way! I'm embarrassed enough just saying that much. If you want to hear more, you'll have to tell me all about your wild, or as you said, naughty past." It was obvious by his coughing reaction he wasn't expecting me to say something so flirtatious. Hell, neither did I.

Perhaps it was the water's warm massage, or that cute chuckle working its charms on me, but I was nearly convinced I'd be investing my night's time on the phone with him. It surely beat the ice cream and sexy romance movie combo I had planned. I just wasn't in the mood for my chocolate delight, it paled in comparison to the excitement I might milk out of him.

"All right," he laughed pleasantly in my ear, "but don't judge me too harshly. It was all done in the good spirits of lustful fun."

I giggled my head off. "What a coincidence! So is this. Don't worry, you can trust me. I'm not nearly the angel you see me as."

"You are amazing. I apologize for not calling you sooner. Anyway... do you know what BDSM is?"

"Um... vaguely? It's the sex thing with the chains and the whips, right? You bad boy you."

"Pretty much. Well, I used to be heavily into that a while ago. I played a great sub, and an excellent dom." 

I had no clue what those terms meant, so I asked, "What's that mean?" without losing the amusing coo I'd acquired in my voice. 

"It just means I used to enjoy being one woman's pet and another girl's master. They were both the most sexually intense experiences of my life."

If I hadn't known any better, I would've thought the water was what had warmed between my thighs, but even in the chilling tub, my body's temperature was rising. It was almost time to exit my bath. "Details, details boy. Now you've got me curious. Did you like being a pet or an owner more?"

Finally her walls were coming down and I could slide myself closer. That was my cue to get serious, and I took a seat on my bed grinning wildly. "Cool your jets angel. I don't mind giving you a few hot examples, but honor our deal. I share this with you and you tell me all about your little sexcapade. Agreed?" 

"Mhmm!" It came out as a purr. I wasn't sure who I was performing for anymore, but I was definitely having fun with it.

I knew she couldn't pass up my proposition so I went through my memories to select a perfectly seductive story to tell. "Let's start with the first time I became a lucky lady's pet for an evening. I was fairly new to sex in general, so I had zero experience with the freaky shit about to be introduced. She invited me into her bedroom where I found her wearing nothing but a see-through purple nighty."

"Ha! I have one of those somewhere in my closet, expect mine is pink. They're very sexy, especially on me, if I do say so myself." She giggled and my grin grew wider.

"My own chest had been exposed during our previous, feverish make-out session and my boner tried its best to burst from the seams of my jeans. She summoned me closer with a curling finger. My eyes drank her figure in like an irresistible elixir. I wasn't spoiled with that treat for long however, as she offered me a blindfold, giving me a seductive smirk on luscious lips. I accepted; the last thing visible was the look in her eye. It was the glare of an animal staring hungrily at my body."

"I may have to go out and purchase a respectable blindfold, since most of my suitable cloth is see-through." With talk like that, it was obvious she was enjoying my story.

"Blindly I moved where she directed as gentle grasping fingers guided me around her bed. My back hit the head board, my arms were held up over my head, I heard two metallic clicks near my wrists and I knew I had just become her meal, her plaything to enjoy. The thought of being at her mercy excited me, and I remember making eager noises at just the touch of her hand on my chest. She silenced me with a heated kiss, intense as if she were deprived of pleasure."

"She had the softest skin imaginable, with a voltage touch everywhere we made contact. The small caresses around my abs, and the kitty bites on my lips locked my mind up. Her hand travelled lower, but I barely noticed with her kissing turning into a more  aggressive lip locking contest. My belt loosened, my pants were unzipped and she didn't hesitate to find my most sensitive spot."

A moan escaped me, and he just chuckled as always. Earlier on, that would've been embarrassing, but now I wanted him to hear me. I wanted to be the girl in his story, teasing him just right.

"I jerked, but the restraints kept me stilled, and she teased me like hell. All of the tools she used were electrifying. A tongue leaving hot sticky trails along my body. Fingertips gliding loosely up and down my stiff, twitching member, light squeezing at the tip. Teeth that dragged over my abs, adding just enough maddening pain and pressure to give unmatchable pleasure. Blissful release arrived shortly, but that failed to satisfy either of us."

"Oh God! I can't take anymore." He gave a confused "Hmm?" and I laughed. "No ! I'm not talking about your story. That was wonderful." 

"Cool, because I was just about to describe round two, where she started using her mouth."

Goosebumps had formed all over my body, and I was beginning to shiver. I stood up, leaning closer to the wall underneath the heating lamp. I took a deep, ragged inhale, smelling the powerful lavender scent still lingering in the air long after the bubbles had popped. "Although that does sound delicious, you'll have to postpone it. This water is freezing now, I have to get out. Would you mind pausing for just a moment?"

"Wait? You're stepping out of the tub right now?" 

"Mhmm," I'd been practicing my coos, just for such an occasion.

"That would explain all the water I've been hearing You know what, that's perfect! There's something I really want you to do for me before you get dressed. Is there a mirror in there with you?"

"Yep, I'm staring into it right now. Why?" I already knew the answer. He wanted what every man desired of me. He was going to ask and I would have to decline his request. Regardless of how we were playing tonight, I was not a mindless slut. I refused to give out my goodies, at least not this easily. And if he asked for pictures, this night would come to a quick, undesirable end. 

"I want you to look at your reflection, take in every part of your body."

"Okay." I waited for the inevitable train wreck coming, but gave him no warning. 

"Don't you look exceptionally gorgeous? It would be a huge gift if I was able to see how splendid you look right now, but I'm not one of those disturbingly rude idiots that expect something for nothing. So, I would really appreciate it if you described your naked body to me, in as many precious details as you can spare so I can picture it in my head."

"I'm sorry but... how did you get so good at surprising me?" 

"I guess I just have a knack for it. So will you fulfill my request?" 

" I... wow. I wouldn't even know where to start."

"Just start at the top and slowly work your way down." I could here the eager desperation in his voice. He wanted this bad. This was inarguably ridiculous. I barely knew anything about this guy, but I was getting more intimate with him than I had with any of my previous boyfriends. It was such a strange requesting, taking in every detail of your uncovered body and describing every inch. Perhaps the oddity was the reason I found the prospect so irresistibly hot.

"You talked me into it. Oh goodness, this is so embarrassing. I swallowed so the blush wouldn't interrupt my speech and go away. It went nowhere. "Ha! Okay. My hair is still pink, soaked and running down to my ass. Water is dripping down my boobs and backside." I coughed out a giggle. He remained quiet and I knew he intended to drink in my words, like I did his. It was my turn to perform.

"My eyes are stunningly light brown. There's a growing hunger behind them. My nose is a cute little button, my cheeks are flushed and my lips are full and a juicy pink. I have an elegant neck that compliments my figure. I love my curves! My waist and hips look sexy when they rock, slowly, back and forth, side to side, up and down." I drawled out almost every word, working my magic to keep him enthralled.

I kept my eyes closed, imaging everything she shared. As she explained how soft her belly and skin felt to her fingers, I noted an obvious observation.

"This is turning you on just as much as it is me, isn't it?" She chose not to answer, continuing her task.

"There's a little dip from my neck to my boobs. I'm sure you've noticed how big and shapely and heavy they are, pervert! But right now, my nipples feel like squishy pink pebbles pinched between my finger tips. Either from the freezing water or because... I gotta get outta this tub before my teeth start chattering!"

"I know. You don't have to keep going. I've had my fill of hearing how delectable you look. Go wrap up in a towel ad get settled. You still have to tell me about you spying on your boyfriend."

"Ha! Sure, just give me a minute okay?" I was put on hold, giving me time to reflect. This was going even better than I expected it to. 

"Holy hell this is a disaster!" I was wrapped tightly in both a towel and blanket. My body tried its best to heat up by having me vibrate, which only gave me more impure thoughts. Were we really going to go so far as to get each other off? My body wanted it more than anything. I had to fight my hand for control, but keeping it under my buns was probably not the greatest place to keep it, since it was just around the corner from where it really fiend to rest at. 

Still, even with a head clouded with lust, I had my doubts, and my morals to uphold, and my damned need of release to satisfy! It was going to happen tonight anyway, I was too worked up to deny it, so I might as well have some exciting help. Decisions made I let the blanket slip and clicked talk. "I'm ready when you are, bad boy." said in the most sluttish tone imaginable. I'd be in guilt hell by morning, but I was currently too horny to care.  

Her confidence came as a great surprise. I guess I'm more persuasive than I thought. "Of course I'm ready, I can't wait anymore! I must hear this story and it has to come from your lips." Abandoning anymore small talk, she jumped straight into the tale. 

"It all happened a few years ago during a sleepover at a friend's house. My friend coincidentally lived right next door to my boyfriend at the time. Her window have an excellent view of his room when his curtains are held back. That of course made more sense to me when I caught them cheating later."

I hissed my disapproval. "Ooh... sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, but it's not important right now. The girls and I had just finished playing truth or dare, and I kinda got dared to kiss my friend like she was my lover. That was really fucking hot. I also got my breasts sucked on, but that's another story. Her mother came in, telling us it was bedtime. I couldn't sleep, so I stared out the window for a while, gazing at the moon."

"Wait, what was that about you kissing a girl and having your..."

"Suddenly, a light switched on outside from next door. His room was perfectly visible from where I laid. I'm not a nosey person, but I am a very curious cat. Plus, I can remember faintly knowing I'd seen the inside of that room, but couldn't place it until he entered. Shirtless, looking like a God's statue chiseled out of onyx. His chest glistened with sweat, and my eyes took in every detail. The view was too appealing, too perfect not to get wet to." 

"Wow. I can tell you still see it now, as if the scene was unfolding right in front of you."

"More like, I'm reliving the experience. At least, that's what this wet spot on my sheets is declaring. I thought to call his cell, but something inside figured it might be more entertaining to watch him without him knowing. It didn't take long for me to be rewarded. He turned on the television and plopped down on his bed. Minutes later his pants were stripped off. I could hardly believe my eyes. His rod was large enough to see clearly in his hands, even at this distance." 

"Hell! This is getting really hot... please continue!"

"My pleasure. I was mesmerized by his hand's melodic movements. It stroked him fiercely, up and down. Drool pooled from my lips as I watched his face contort in ecstasy. It didn't take long for my self control to evaporate. I check to make sure they were all still sleeping before my fingers misbehaved and slipped down my pajama bottoms to teasingly massage the edges of my sweet spot. I wore no panties so they met with no resistance and my slender index dove straight into my moistening honey pot." 

"I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes for just one splendorous second before return to my free show. His pumping grew fierce and fast. I imagined myself sitting there on top, allowing his solid spear pierce me from below. I wanted my walls to clench tightly around and milk him for all the pleasure he was worth. I desired his hot tongue to tease my skin. I wanted to make him cry out my name in eternal bliss. It didn't take long. We were both young and at least I was inexperienced. I saw his succulent lips from an "o" shape and his eyebrows furrowed tightly together as his creamy white juices launched into the air from his plump pink tip."

"I lost it myself shortly after. A second finger joined the first and my efforts to cum doubled. My other hand automatically went to my breast my fingers worked like mini pistons, lightning struck through my body, my eyes closed shut from all the bright white flashes. I was passing out from the intensity, but I yelled his name throughout the duration. I must have been blessed not to have woken anyone up, but I fell asleep right after, and got up the next morning with my hand still in my bottoms, sticky enough to keep my fingers bunched together. It was hot!" 

"Shit! That really put me in the mood. And I already know you're there."

"Mhmm!"

"Holy hell, listen to how husky your voice is angel!

"Mhmm!"

"If I didn't know you any better, I'd assume you were trying to cum right now, without me."

"Mhmm! You better catch up then."

All inhibitions blowing in the wind, just the way I liked them. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and rescued my throbbing penis from its restraining prison. "Since you're clearly not in any shape to continue talking, I'll provide the material for the both of us." She didn't argue in the slightest, and I heard the distinct sound of vibrating starting up in the background.

"I've been waiting for this for so fucking long! So you better do it right, bad boy!"

"Good naughty girls don't dare talk to their masters like that! Do you understand me?" 

"Oh God! Mhmm!" Her purr was a submissive whine of pleasure. Her sultry cry enticed the lustful creature locked up inside me. "If you want your treat, you have to say 'Yes master!'" She obeyed, and I assumed control. "That's my good girl, now flip over on your belly and stick your butt in the air so the games can begin."

"Ooh yes!" I hissed, complying with his demand. My ass shook in the cool air, awaiting his orders. "Please pleasure your naughty angel, master." I was fully absorbed by passion now, too far gone to stop. My insides were burning, my legs were shaking. I had a desperate, insatiable craving...for him. He didn't disappoint me. 

"Good girl. Now palm those shapely cheeks and spread my tasty snack open wider." Heat flushed to my cheeks, but my hands were possessed by passion, and obediently opened my burning hole wider, as if I were preparing myself for him.

"You perverted creep!"

"You like it?" I reluctantly confirmed with a whine and was awarded with his handsome chuckle. "Good, then remain respectful and I'll give you what you need. I heard some vibrating earlier, do you have a toy at your disposal?"I gave another pitiful whine, hoping he'd skip the teasing. "Good, stick that where you feel the wettest, but leave room. I have something else to stuff up there."

"Anything! Please just hurry!" I yelled impatiently. 

"Okay, put me on speaker, and stick me inside of you." 

"What?" I was confused for a moment. I shouldn't have been, knowing him. 

Don't make master repeat himself. Put me on speaker phone, and stick me up your pussy next to your vibrator. It's always been my fantasy to be inside a vagina and actually hear an orgasm with it right against my ear. You're going to fulfill my fantasy for me. No arguing. Do it!" As insane as he sounded...very insane if I'm honest, I couldn't think of any reason to disobey. Of course, I was unable to think rationally, but that's only an  excuse. With a sigh, I clicked the appropriate button, and prepared to humiliate   and exploit myself to heighten our sexual play. 

I grabbed my recorder off the dresser and put it up to the phone. With my own speaker mode activated, I listened as she obliged my sick request. The sound made as she inserted the phone caused my mouth to water. I wrapped my hand around my dick and jerked off, imagining myself where the phone was placed.

"This feels so weird!" She sounded muffled, yelling from her top half. I would have replied, but I could hear the buzzing approach and I silenced myself so the recorded could hear everything."Ooh shit that's good!" Her moans were louder than the vibe, and with my hand giving me pleasure I was quick to join her, yelling out her name and tightening my grip. My chest glistened with sweat after a few intense minutes, and finally I heard her scream,"I... I can't! Oh! My! God!"

The weight was lifted as we both reached our peak. I'd never ejaculated so intensely before; the result of having a fantasy fulfilled. It a few moments for her to calm down, but I could tell the phone was out from her sensitive, and possibly sore area. 
"I fucking hate you! My phone's drenched, and my vajay-jay feels stretched out! Don't you chuckle at me!"

"Well... you are the one that wanted to try the wild side. Consider yourself exposed and accepted, my naughty angel. Hey! Keep your scoffs to yourself."

"So... was it everything you dreamed of?"

"Even better, I'm so happy you came through for me. You wanna...go out tomorrow? We can go blindfold shopping."

"Of course. It's a date then, bad boy! Smooches." Her puckered lips and the dial tone were the last things I remember hearing, before the long arm of sleep claimed me, and I passed out on my bed with my hand in my pants.