by Jamie Craig
bj_scalia: I never said it had to be my cock that got ridden. ;)
ana_moon: I like the thought of riding your mouth. A lot. But I think I’d want to be sure I’m facing your feet when you do it, because I want to get a taste of your cock.
bj_scalia: Ah, 69. The perfect number.
bj_scalia: And I’m a math geek. So you have to take my word for it.
ana_moon: Oh I believe you. It’s got a lot of things going for it
bj_scalia: I don’t go for the gusto right away. I like to take my time. Lick all around your pussy without touching your clit until you’re grinding against my face.
ana_moon: If that’s the case, I better return the favor. Lick your balls, along the bottom of your cock, the tip. But I won’t swallow you until you stop teasing me.
bj_scalia: It’s not about teasing. It’s about building expectation. Making you so wet that I taste you no matter where I turn my head. Making you so hot that your thighs burn against my face. So that after I’ve gone around and around, sliding my tongue inside maybe once or twice, it’ll only take catching your clit between my teeth for a second for you to be begging for even more.
ana_moon: God, Ben. You are killing me over here. I want to tell you the way I’d use my tongue on you, and how I want to suck you into my mouth until you fill my throat. But mostly all I can think about is how much I wish you were here right this second.
bj_scalia: If I was there, I’d be between your legs in a heartbeat. Because my mouth is watering thinking about what you might taste like.
ana_moon: *licks fingers* I think you’d enjoy what I taste like
bj_scalia: *groans*
bj_scalia: I’m not going to last long, Ana.
ana_moon: Me neither. I’m really really close.
ana_moon: Tell me when you cum
bj_scalia: If you were here, you’d hear it. I’m not quiet.
bj_scalia: I’d probably scream your name.
ana_moon: I hope you don’t have thin walls. Or neighbors.
ana_moon: because I’m a screamer too
bj_scalia: Fuck ‘em. All that matters is making it good. For both of us.
bj_scalia: I don’t want you to hold back.
bj_scalia: I don’t want you to have to worry about that at all.
ana_moon: I wouldn’t hold back from you. Not for a second.
ana_moon: In fact….
ana_moon: I just shouted your name.
bj_scalia: Oh fuck
bj_scalia: Damn. I don’t have tissues near the computer.
ana_moon: And nobody is there to lick you clean
bj_scalia: God, Ana…
ana_moon: You’re some kind of corrupting influence. I don’t say those sorts of things to anybody else
bj_scalia: Well, this was not what I thought was going to happen when we chatted. I thought it would just be…chatting. I don’t do this kind of thing.
bj_scalia: Well, I don’t do it *online*.
ana_moon: *laughs* I haven’t done this sort of thing online or in person or anywhere else for…awhile.
bj_scalia: As hot as you are? I find that hard to believe.
ana_moon: It is not easy to meet single, attractive, good, funny, sexy men in my age bracket.
bj_scalia: You make it sound like you’re 65, lol. *hesitates* Are you 65?
ana_moon: lol, no. I’m not 65. I think dating at 65 would introduce a whole new set of problems I haven’t considered. Knock about 30 years off that.
ana_moon: though maybe after I told you that, I might as well be 65…
bj_scalia: Why? Because I’m in my 20’s?
ana_moon: Yes. Men in their 30s want women in their 20s. Why wouldn’t men in their 20s want the same thing?
bj_scalia: Maybe they do. But I’m not like that. Age doesn’t matter to me. If we get along, and we find each other attractive, who cares what our birth certificates say?
ana_moon: That’s a good philosophy. Life’s short enough without imposing arbitrary limits, right?
bj_scalia: Exactly. I knew you were a smart woman.
ana_moon: If a college professor says so, it must be true
bj_scalia: I think you’re even smart enough to give me your phone number.
ana_moon: My phone number? We just started chatting!
bj_scalia: Did I say you had to give it to me now?
ana_moon: No, I guess not.
bj_scalia: I’m not going to push you, Ana. I’m just letting you know that I’d be interested in getting to know you better. Baby steps, I know. So whenever you’re comfortable giving me your phone number, or when you decide you’re bored with me, we’ll take another step then. Okay?
ana_moon: *nods* That’s fair enough, Ben. And I’m interested in getting to know you better, too. This…mutual attraction is something that’s definitely worth exploring, I think.
bj_scalia: We’ve got the rest of our Sunday. Some more exploring today?
ana_moon: Let me move my laptop to my bedroom, and get a drink, and I’ll be ready to explore for the rest of the afternoon :)
Chapter 3
Ana had never picked out a wardrobe for a phone call, but she dressed carefully for this one. If the conversation went the same way their chats did, she’d want something baggy or easily shed. But she didn’t want to assume the call would go that way. What if his voice was ugly? She didn’t know how to define an ugly voice, but she knew there were men who could get her to strip with a single word, and she had assumed Ben would be one of those men. But what if he wasn’t?
She ultimately chose a comfortable pair of shorts and an old T-shirt. But as soon as that minor problem was solved, she began to worry about where she should be when she answered the phone. Should she sit at her computer? On the couch? In bed? She discarded the idea to sit out on the patio. It was an absolutely gorgeous spring evening, but she wouldn’t want her neighbors to hear the conversation, even if it stayed completely innocent.
Ana settled on the couch with the phone and a can of soda—no wine. If she got drunk, or even a bit tipsy, she would ask him to come over. Beg maybe. And he had her address, and she knew he wouldn’t turn down the invitation. But she didn’t think she was ready to take things to the actual physical level. Not yet. Chatting with him for the past two weeks had been fun, and he was great, but she liked this slow build-up. Their conversations were like a striptease, playfully taking away the shields and walls, until there was nothing left between them.
Or maybe she was a coward.
Either way, Ana didn’t want to invite him over to her house to fuck her into a wall just yet.
When the phone rang, Ana knew it was him. It could have been her friends, her boss, her mother, or a telemarketer. But it wasn’t. She didn’t need to check the caller ID to know. Her palms were clammy, her neck tingled, and she had a hard time swallowing. With her heart hammering, she pressed talk and brought the phone to her ear.
“Hello?” she greeted in a breathy voice.
“Ana?” All he’d done was utter her name and already her thighs were clenching. He had a voice like bitter chocolate melting over a low flame, a low baritone that didn’t have to be raised to command attention. It was easy to imagine it whispering in her ear, his breath warm where it washed down her neck. She wondered what it would sound like shouting her name. Would she have to wonder long? “It’s Ben.”
“Hey, Ben,” she said, hoping she sounded normal. She didn’t feel normal. “How are you?”
He chuckled. “Nervous, actually. Somewhere between campus and my apartment, I convinced myself you only gave me your number to get me to stop bugging you and you weren’t actually going to answer. You have no idea what a relief it is to hear a real voice and not an answering machine.”
Ana almost didn’t hear a word he said after he chuckled. It was a wonderfully rich sound that hinted at the sense of humor she already appreciated online. “No, if I just wanted you to stop bugging me, I would have given you the number to the local pizza place or something. I�
��m a little nervous, too.”
“Well, on the plus side of that, I would have had dinner tonight at least.”
Ana laughed. “I could still give you the number, if you like.”
“You or food? There’s no contest. Now you and food, that’s a different story.”
“You still owe me chicken taquitos, I think. I’ve been craving them for the past three weeks.”
“Any time, Ana. All you have to do is say the word.”
“Maybe you can take me out for a bite to eat after the concert,” Ana ventured.
His sharp intake of breath made her shiver. “Don’t tease the man with the raging crush on you,” he warned. “He’s bound to start having real hope.”
“I’m not teasing. I’ve been thinking about it, and I know we’re both going to be at the concert next week. It makes sense to meet there, and I don’t know about you, but I’m always hungry after a show,” she explained in a rush.
“I’d like that,” Ben said. “More than you probably know. It’ll give us a chance to actually talk face to face, because get me at a Decrepit Moon gig and I have a tendency to block everything else out. Their music just does that to me.”
“Me, too. I wish I could follow them this summer.” Ana laughed. “Listen to me, talking like I was eighteen. Except I never followed a band when I was eighteen, either. But I bet it’d be a blast.”
“Do you get any more vacation time? Or just next week?”
“I get three weeks a year, so I’ve got two more weeks. Which means at the end of the year, I’ll still probably have two weeks.”
“You work harder than anybody I’ve ever known. And here I am, trying to figure out if it’s worth it to dip into my savings to work as little as possible this summer. I’m not sure what you see in me.”
“You mean besides the fact I always have a great time when I talk to you? I don’t know.”
“So it’s a date then. You, me, Decrepit Moon, and taquitos. Sounds like the perfect night.”
“It does,” Ana agreed softly. “And I thought I was looking forward to the show before. The place is going to be packed, though. How will we find each other?”
“We just make it so we can’t miss each other,” he countered. “Hang on.” She heard the distant sound of footsteps, and then a door being slid open. “I’ve never planned what I’m going to wear to a gig before,” he went on. “You’re turning me into a girl.”
A smile played on her lips as she imagined him going through his closet, indulging in some of the stress she went through earlier. “You mean I’m the only one who fretted over what to where for this phone call?”
“I went the easy route. I just stripped naked as soon as I got home.”
Ana’s mouth ran dry. She wished she had insisted on a photo from him, so she could have a better mental image of what he was describing. “If I had known you were going the super-casual route, I might have done the same thing.”
“Nobody’s stopping you from doing it now. In fact, I’d say it might be heartily encouraged. Okay, how does this sound?” The scrape of hangers being slid down a rail came through the line. “Black leather pants, blue v-neck sweater. Or is that going to blend in too much? I always wear the pants to concerts, but I don’t have to this time if it’s not going to work. Oh, and I’ve got heavy black boots I wear with them, too.”
“You should definitely wear the black leather pants,” Ana said quickly, toying with the hem of her shirt. Her nipples hardened at the thought of whipping it over her head. “Does the sweater bring out your eyes?”
She could practically hear the smile in his voice. “That’s what I’ve been told. It’s also one of the few really nice things I own that isn’t black. I usually go all black, but that would definitely be blending too much.”
“Go with that, then. I’ve been thinking about those blue-green eyes of yours for weeks now. Wait a minute, let me see if I can find something so you won’t miss me.” She padded into the bedroom, taking her shirt off as she walked. “Hmm, I’ve got a red Mango Quest shirt, blue jeans, a silver-studded belt, and boots.”
There was the distinct sound of paper rustling as he repeated her wardrobe choices back to her. “Add in the tall, hot brunette with the gorgeous smile, and I should be all set,” he finished.
“Hot and gorgeous? I hope you’re not disappointed.”
“You’re the one who told me about the smile,” Ben teased. “Have you been holding out on me?”
“Well, my dentist does compliment me every time I go in to get my teeth cleaned. I know he must be telling the truth, because he always sounds vaguely disappointed.”
“And I’m positive about the rest, so nothing to worry about.” He paused. When he spoke again, his voice had gone soft. “I’m really looking forward to next week, Ana. These past three weeks have been…unexpected.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” she said, matching his tone. “It feels like I’m spending every free second checking my email, or writing an email, or chatting, or just thinking about you.”
“Are you going to slap me if the first thing I do is kiss you?”
“I guess it depends on the second thing you do,” Ana teased, biting back her initial response of Please do.
“Probably kiss you again. I think if I distracted you too much from the concert, I’d ruin any chance I have at a second date.”
“It depends on when you distract me. The Solar Kittens are the opening act, and I wouldn’t mind missing their set.”
“I’ll remember that.” Something creaked. Was it a bed? Was he still in his bedroom? Oh, God, he was lying down, she was sure of it. “I’m probably torturing myself by wearing the leather when I’m going to be a walking hard-on all night, but it’ll be worth it.”
“The part of me that loves leather pants appreciates your sacrifice. Because, from where I’m standing, it’ll be very worth it.” She sat on the edge of the bed instead of returning to the couch. If he was going to stay in his bedroom, then she would stay in hers. “So is the phone call turning into everything you’d hoped it would be?”
“More. I got a date out of it, I got to hear your sexy voice, I can’t think of anything that’ll make it better. Oh, wait. Yes, I can.”
It might have been her imagination, but she thought his voice went even lower. “What?”
“Getting to hear you come.” His breath came out in a long, slow shudder, followed by a soft groan. “What did you end up deciding to wear for this, Ana? Something that’ll let you touch yourself?”
“Yes. I chose a T-shirt and shorts but…I’ve already lost the T-shirt,” she admitted, leaning back against her pillows. “And I started on the couch, but I’m in bed now.”
“No shirt means your nipples are hard.” Three weeks of e-mails and chatting had attuned him far better to her habits than she’d thought. “Someone’s a little excited.”
“It’s your voice,” she breathed. “I don’t know how your students concentrate on math when you talk. I wouldn’t be able to. And the fact you’re naked.”
He chuckled again. God, she was going to come just from the sound of that. “I don’t teach naked. Believe it or not, that’s frowned upon. And somehow, I think droning on about factorials isn’t quite as sexy as talking about kissing you, or licking you, or what it might feel like to fuck you.”
Ana would disagree. She’d listen to him drone on about factorials, or the stock exchange, or the yellow pages, if that’s what made him happy. “We should test that. You can start by talking about licking me, and I’ll tell you how sexy you sound.”
His bed squeaked again, and a drawer opened and closed. “Sounds like good solid science to me. Do you know where I’d start, Ana? The corner of your mouth. Because I’m kissing you first, and the first thing I’ll do when I stop is slide there.”
Ana closed her eyes, her free hand skimming over one hard nipple. She cupped her breast like she imagined he would, squeezing the flesh gently. “I can already feel it,” she murmured
. “Feel you.”
“After that…” His voice was barely a murmur, yet every single word was etched in crystal clarity. “I go to your jaw, then your ear, and then I pause, and I just breathe for a minute because I love the way your shampoo smells, the way it tickles my nose and makes me think of spooning with you. That’s how I see us after, you know. When we’re both exhausted, and we’re lying there, just kind of drifting. But that comes later. Right now, all I want to do is taste every inch of your skin. And I start licking down your neck to your shoulder.”
Ana bit her lip and tugged on her nipple, imagining his hot mouth moving over her skin. Just the thought of his breath beneath her ear was enough to send chills down her spine. A moan escaped her throat as she rolled her nipple between her fingers.
“Are you touching yourself now, Ana?” Ben asked. “Because I want to believe that you don’t make that sound for just any reason.”
“I am,” she murmured, her pussy clenching as she answered him. “I’m rubbing my nipple right now. Between my fingers. Pinching myself a little.” She did it again, knowing it would draw another low moan from her.
“Those aren’t your fingers. That’s my mouth. I’ve licked my way down from your throat to your breast, and I’m touching the other one while I run my tongue over your nipple. I can feel it get even harder when I do that, so I do it again, and again, until I can’t resist any more and suck it into my mouth.”
“God,” she sighed. His words sent a jolt right to her clit. She squirmed, squeezing her legs together, and her thighs were already slick. But she resisted slipping her hand between her thighs to relieve the pressure. She wouldn’t touch herself there until his mouth was lower. “Use your teeth a little.”
“You like that, don’t you? Like it when I get a little rougher. Just a little, though. Just enough so that you can feel it. Just enough so that I can catch your nipple and hold it while I flick my tongue across the tip.” Something jostled over the line, and his breathing grew heavy, more labored and ponderous with each exhalation. “It’s impossible not to touch you more, do you know that? It makes my palms itch, wanting to be everywhere all at once. But that’s not possible, so I let my mouth follow where they want to go. Down to your stomach. Down the top of your thigh. And I refuse to go any lower because now I can smell how wet you are.”
