Me: God, I’m getting so turned on, Drea.
Drea: Fuck! I wish I were there to take care of you.
Drea: Call me in five minutes? I’m going to sneak away.
I grinned and waited. When the five minutes passed, she answered on the first ring.
“Blair, fuck, I need you.”
I laughed. “Well, hello to you, too. What did you tell your friends?”
“I told them I had to go have phone sex and I’d be right back.”
I gasped. “Drea! No you didn’t!” I sighed in relief when I heard a sexy chuckle on the other end.
“Of course not, love. I told them I had to call my father.”
I smiled. “You’re not funny!”
“I thought I was rather funny. Are you actually wet, or was that just to get me turned on?”
I hummed. “Did it work?”
“Yes, Blair, I’m so fucking turned on! Just thinking of you over there, touching yourself, I could come.”
I laughed. “Well, I wasn’t lying, Drea. I’m so wet.” My voice sounded sultry, and I had never heard it before. This wasn’t something I did. I didn’t talk dirty on the phone, and rarely did I do it during sex.
Drea was opening up a different side of me. She was making me more confident in myself, and it made me want to try new things. I found out early on there were things Ireallyliked during sex, or at least with Drea.
“Jesus Christ! Are you touching yourself right now?”
My breathing became heavy at her voice uttering those words, and I had no choice but to slip my hand between my legs. “Yes,” I breathed out. “What would you do to me if you were here?”
I heard an unzipping, and my clitpulsed at the thought of her touching herself.
“First, I would slowly pull down your underwear, kissing my way down softly as they rested at your feet.”
I moaned as I slowly started circling my clit.
“Then I would lay you down and start kissing your neck as my fingers found themselves around your swollen clit.”
“Fuck!” I breathed out. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Listening to you fuck yourself on the phone, how could I not? I’m so fucking wet, Blair.”
I hummed my appreciation. “What else would you do?”
“Before you were about to come, I would stop circling your clit and replace my fingers with my mouth, licking slowly while inserting two fingers inside of you, feeling that perfect pussy clench around them.”
Holy shit.The images she was painting were driving me wild. I was so tempted to beg her to take the next flight back here, but there was no way I could stop now.
“Drea, I’m so close,” I moaned.
“Fuck, I want to taste you when you come.”
“Wait!” I stopped my movements and sat up, thinking of something to make this moment even better. “There’s a toy I want to use.”
“Blair!” she whined, and I let out a little moan at hearing it.
