by Amy Brent
“I needed to hear your voice…” Anthony’s voice sounded different, low husky, like when we were having sex. Was he masturbating?! Holy fuck! “Talk dirty to me…”
I could hear the movements of him jerking off and that aching need at my core returned.
But I wasn’t sure what to say, especially on the spot. I was just getting the feel for trying to be sexy, but I wanted to try for him.
I quickly walked to an alleyway in the middle of the street and retreated behind a pair of stairs where no one could see me.
“You like the way my hands are moving up and down your hard cock?” I soft whispered into the phone.
“Yeah, baby. It feels so fucking good…,” he breathed.
“Remember Saturday, when I was being a naughty girl, teasing you by bending over and showing you my ass?”
“Fuck yeah, you have a great ass, babe.”
“Yeah I do. Tell me what you want to do to me, Tony.” I moaned his name. He was being serious about it and it took the awkwardness completely out of the situation for me. I had never had phone sex before but listening to hi pleasuring himself was incredibly sexy. Knowing I was the one he was thinking of made it even better.
“I want to go down on you, so I can feel you cum again. It’s one of my favorite things to feel and see. You convulsing before me with your legs spread and shaking, your mouth open as you moan my name…”
Fuck.
I looked around and saw no one and I couldn’t resist. I reached my hand into my skirt, leaning up against the building and started to caress my pleasure nub right there in the alleyway. I licked my lips and moaned immediately. I knew the cars would block out my sounds from anyone hearing it, but I made sure I was loud enough for Anthony to hear me. I want him to know what his words were making me do.
“Mmm I can hear you moaning for me for me. What are you doing?”
“In an alleyway, grinding on my fingers…” I said between moans. And I wasn’t lying. I was rolling my hips against my fingers, pressing my pleasure nub hard up against them and I was in heaven. It was nothing compared to Anthony’s touch, but it was hitting the spot. Literally. “You mentioned how amazing my mouth was on Saturday. Can you feel it on your cock now?”
“Yes, baby. It so warm and wet.”
“Didn’t my pussy feel that way too? Wasn’t it even better?” I thrusted against my fingers rapidly, longing for release.
“Yeah, it was fucking perfect. Did you like my hot cock in you?”
“God, yes. You’re like a sex god. I just want you to bless me some more.” I slipped my middle finger deep within me, using my thumb to continue to work my pleasure button. I rocked my hand back and forth quickly, feeling my orgasm quickly approaching.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so close.” I could hear his voice straining as his climax drew near.
“Me too. Cum inside me…” I moaned.
“Unnnghhh!”
“Ahhhh!”
We both came very vocally, moaning into the phone and we dragged out our orgasms as long as we possibly could. Minutes passed as we panted into each other’s ears, winding down.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Anthony said finally.
“You can say that again,” I breathed.
“I would really love it if you could come over tonight, but I know you probably can’t because you’ll be with Rachelle. I don’t know how much longer I can go without seeing you though.” I could hear a twinge of sadness in his voice and my heart wrenched. I wanted to see him badly, too. But we had to be careful until we were ready to tell Rachelle.
“Hopefully we can get together soon.” I checked my watch and I only had fifteen minutes left in my lunch. “I’m so sorry, babe, but I’ve got to go grab lunch before my break is over. Text me?”
“Yeah, just maybe no more naughty stuff because I have to get work done too.” He chuckled, and I smiled.
“Later.”
I hung up the phone, unsettled. It was our first phone conversation and just ending it with “Later” seemed super weird. Too casual. But I didn’t know how else to end the conversation.
Suddenly I was very concerned about me and Anthony’s relationship. Was I going too hard, too fast? All we did was have sex. The time we spent in between was nice, but it always led to more sex eventually.
But my mind shifted to how happy I felt when I was with him. He took care of me so well. Why would I want to mess up a good thing?
I quickly dismissed any bad thoughts I had about our relationship. Anthony was a dream that any girl would probably kill to be with. He was incredibly sexy, intelligent, dominant, and loving. He cooked for me, took care of me, drew baths for me, he even watched my favorite movies with me, which usually made guys run for the hills. Most guys hated musicals and thought they were just for girls. Anthony held me as we watched them and didn’t make fun of me for singing along to all the songs, which made me so incredibly happy. Besides any of our sexcapades, it was probably my favorite moment of the week.
He listened to me and he cared about my thoughts and feelings. Everything that happened between us, he made sure to check in with me to make sure it was okay before we moved forward. My first time was an absolute dream and now after spending a week in his arms, I couldn’t think of anyone else I would rather be with. There was no one else for me in my mind. There was only him and it had always been him since I was a kid. It seemed like even back then, I knew that I would be with him.
Besides, he never pushed sex on me, in fact, I was the instigator. So, if I wanted to slow down, all I would have to do is try to stop teasing him all the time. I knew that would be difficult because I just really enjoyed him making love to me. I wanted it all the time and I didn’t see that changing anywhere in the foreseeable future.
Anthony
My manhood was buried deep within Stella in the back seat of my Lamborghini. She was on all fours across the seats, while my back was against the window. The car was shaking as I slammed into her repeatedly, but we both didn’t care.
Luckily for her, my windows were seventy percent tinted, leaving only thirty percent visibility. This meant that passersby would have no idea what was going on in the car but depending on how it looked moving on the outside, I was sure that people would end up figuring it out. And if a cop tried to intervene, they couldn’t charge me with the usual lewd behavior or indecent exposure because of the window tint.
Not that I cared about all of that anyway.
All I cared about was the gorgeous, sexy thick woman I was plowing myself into.
She had been ready to take the train home from the gym, but I happened to be in the area, so I swung by to pick her up and take her home.
I hadn’t planned on having sex, but I should have known it would happen. There hasn’t been a single time that I had been able to be around her without having sex since the first time.
It had been extremely hard to go the past couple of days without her in my bed. I didn’t feel as warm and winter was quickly approaching. I hadn’t just missed her for the warmth though. I missed her jokes and smiles. I missed being able to cook for someone and have them compliment my food. Most of all, I missed the sex.
Oh, God did I miss the sex.
Sometimes it felt like it was all I thought about. I would focus on something, and then minutes later, I would be back to thinking about her mouth on my member or my fingers inside her. Sometimes I could almost taste her juices on my tongue when I licked my lips. I was masturbating at least twice a day and I still never felt satisfied. I had no idea what had come over me, but I knew it was all because of Stella. She had this incredible hold over me that drove me wild with desire.
Not that I was complaining.
Seeing her emerge from the gym covered in sweat and red face just reminded me of how she looked when she came in my arms and I couldn’t resist myself. I got out, helped her into the back seat and pulled her leggings down to her knees as quickly as I could, sliding myself deep into her. She hadn’t protested in t
he slightest. She gasped in shock at first, but moans immediately followed as I began pumping into her.
My hard length pounded into her, our skin smacking with each thrust. We had been going at it for about ten minutes, but I wasn’t sure I could last much longer. I had been waiting so long to feel her walls wrapped around my erection that it felt like heaven to be enveloped in her again. I was surprised I didn’t empty my load as soon as I entered her.
I reached under her and grabbed her breasts in my palms, fondling them as I continued my assault between her legs. I felt her begin to shiver which always meant that her climax drew near. I grabbed hold of her hair and wrapped it into my fist, using it like reigns to thrust into her.
This was enough to send her flying over the edge, moaning and pulsating as her orgasm overcame her. He walls clenched and shivered around me and I couldn’t hold back.
“Unh, Stella!” I moaned her name as I emptied my load into her. It had been everything I had been longing for.
I stayed like that for a bit, my flaccid member still inside her while I relaxed my breathing. I finally pulled out of her, watching as some of my seed dripped out. I sat down while she pulled her pants up and she slumped down beside me.
“Well that was one hell of a hello,” she joked, laughing in between breaths.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t wait. I missed you so much.”
“Aww, I missed you too!” She kissed my lips, hers soft like velvet. “Do you have to drive me home and leave?”
“We can cuddle here for a bit and then I can drop you off.” I let her lay on my chest and I stroked her head, kissing the top occasionally. I never wanted to leave her after sex. I didn’t want her to think I was only in it for just that. Stella meant so much more to me than just a good fuck.
“This is why I love you,” she sighed, sinking deeper into my arms.
Wait, what? Did she just say…? I was so shocked, I didn’t know what to say.
“Holy shit! Did I just say that out loud? I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say that so quickly! I know we aren’t even dating, and things are moving so fast. I just got caught up in the moment!” Stella was babbling, flushed the deepest red I had ever seen. Se almost looked like she was sunburnt.
I paused for a moment and thought about it.
Ever since I had laid eyes on Stella as an adult, I had not been able to take my mind or eyes off her. I fought myself for a long time, trying to do what seemed like the right thing, but giving into my desires with her had been the best thing to happen to me in a long time.
And spending time with her made me realize she was so much more than just attractive. She was smart, witty, funny, and she had a great personality. She was fun to be around, and I thoroughly enjoyed being with her.
It was then I realized my feelings. It had been an awkward silence while we both thought about what just happened and Stella was no longer looking at me. Her eyes were cast to the floor of the car and she was fidgeting with her hands.
I pulled her face up so her eyes met mine and then grabbed her hands in my own.
“I love you too,” I said, confidently, knowing it was the truth.
It wasn’t quite a declaration that we should have a relationship, or even that we were dating, it was just admitting how we felt about each other. Surely there was no harm in that. The details could be sussed out and clarified later. After all, we had all the time in the world.
I watched her face brighten completely and she threw her arms around my neck, capturing my lips in a deep and passionate kiss. I had never felt so much joy and excitement for my future than I felt in that moment. Everything about it felt right and I wanted that feeling to last forever. There was nothing I wanted more.
Stella
I tapped my pencil at my desk, lost in a daydream in the five or so minutes we had before lunch.
It had only been a couple weeks since the whole thing with Anthony had stared, but I seriously loved it. I felt fulfilled and complete in a way I hadn’t ever since I was sixteen.
Not that I needed a man to feel like a real woman. It wasn’t about that. It was that I had someone who seemed to really crave me and enjoy my presence. Ever since I was a kid, I had felt like a burden to everyone I met. I cost my mother money and she had no problem letting me know what an inconvenience I was to her. The other students at school had no problem informing me of how annoying, ugly or fat I was either. My father? I was just in his way.
But Anthony was different than all of them. When he looked at me, I felt like I was the center of the whole universe, and I was beginning to think that I was addicted to the feeling.
What an addiction to have!
“Hey girl,” Rachelle said, her head popping over my cubicle. “You ready to head to lunch?”
I looked up a bit guiltily. The one and only thing that I hated about our arrangement was sneaking around on my best friend. Ever since we had known each other, I had always told her everything. And I mean everything. To keep a secret from her now just felt so incredibly wrong.
But it wasn’t the right time to tell her yet. I didn’t know how I knew that, but it was. Although Rachelle was a strong, bright woman, she also had streaks of her mother’s temper in her. Considering all the tests and projects we had coming up, it’d be cruel to shake her groove now.
“Yeah! Let’s go.” I went to log off on my computer and grabbed my purse. “Where ya thinking?”
“How about Chickory’s?”
I shook my head. “Nah, I had them last week and ended up spewing in the bathroom for like an hour.”
She gave me a concerned look. “Really? Were you sick or was it bad food?”
“I’m not really sure,” I answered with a shrug. “The group project I have in Entomology has been stressing me out to high heavens and it’s been kinda making me nauseous.”
“Uh… really? For how long?”
“Maybe a week or two?” I said, gritting my teeth as I thought of Chad. The douche in my group who we always had to wrangle and badger and chase for just the slightest amount of participation. God, I hated that guy. “It’s just one dude, but man is he a piece of work.”
“Huh. Then how about something like then? Pita Paradise?”
I nodded. “That sounds perf, to be honest. I’ve been craving some feta like nobody’s business.”
“Well there ya go.”
She didn’t say much on the short walk across the street to the small eatery, seeming to be occupied with her thoughts. I didn’t mind, however, as I had plenty to think about myself.
But like usual, my thoughts drifted to Anthony in the silence. From his rough, dark, perfect skin, to the way his muscles were carved into his body like a topographical map. I could see him now in my mind, and it made me want to draw my tongue over every bit of his body, learning him like he took so much time to learn me.
Goodness, perhaps we were going to have to meet up sooner than later. Even going a couple of days without him left me aching and needy, crying out for him like a specter in the night.
We were still quiet while we finished eating and I hadn’t even noticed how much time had passed. It wasn’t until my stomach rolled that I even looked to the clock.
“Are you okay? You’re really pale?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, wiping the slight bit of sweat that peppered my brow. “I really need to learn how to deal with stress in a better way.”
“Feeling nauseous again?” I nodded, feeling my stomach buck and roil. “Here, sip some water slowly.”
She handed me a cup and a straw so I did so, looking to her gratefully. She just watched me with concern until finally the wave passed.
“Thanks,” I murmured, sighing in relief that I hadn’t upchucked again.
“No problem,” she said, but I could tell by her tone that she was overthinking it again. It was like her grocery freak out all over again. I loved Rachelle, but sometimes her passion exhausted me. “You ready to go back?”
“Yeah, let’s head
out.”
We gathered our purses and threw our trash out before leaving back to work. But as we did, I couldn’t help but feel that Rachelle wasn’t going to drop this anytime soon.
I groaned as I puked into the toilet, tears streaming down my cheeks mercilessly. Rachelle and I had just cooked dinner together with some of her new, ridiculously expensive food, and here I was, chucking it all up.
Geez, it was so gross. I was throwing up way too often lately. I needed to start meditating, taking antacids and perhaps drop-kicking Chad for my own mental and physical help.
“Hey, you okay in there?” Rachelle asked gently, her tone full of that concern again. Ugh, I hated making her worry. She had enough on her plate as it was.
“Yeah,” I groaned between rolls of my stomach.
“Are you sick again.”
“…yeah…”
“I’ll get you some water.”
A few moments later, she was back and opening the door, pressing a cool washcloth to my forehead and a sliding a straw between my lips.
I sipped very carefully, and slowly the nausea and death feeling faded. I garbled something, and Rachelle gently helped me to my feet.
“Let’s get you to bed, shall we?”
That reminded me of how Anthony had talked to me on our very first date, but I couldn’t tell her that. Man, I hated not telling her things, especially when she was so kind and loving. She tucked me into bed and placed another cup on the nightstand.
“Rest up, okay? I’m gonna email your classed tomorrow, okay?”
“No, no, it’s fine,” I muttered.
“Nah, it’s not. Just get some sleep, okay? I’m gonna put a trashcan beside your bed.”
I nodded and felt myself quickly drifting off, exhaustion stabbing through my core.
For once I didn’t have any dreams, nightmares or wake up in the middle of the night worried about something I had to do. But when I did wake up, my mouth felt like it was fully lined with cotton.
That certainly wasn’t good, so I rolled over to grab the glass of water I remembered Rachelle leaving there, only to knock something over.
