I made my way down the hall and into my room, closing the door behind me. I lay down on the bed, closing my eyes and snuggling into the pillows. It seemed like it was only minutes before I was drifting off to sleep.
Hours later, I was awakened by my phone buzzing in the pocket of my shorts. Frowning, I yawned sleepily and rubbed my eyes with closed fists. When I saw Alex’s name scrolling across the screen of my phone, I grinned.
“Hello?”
“Hey, baby,” Alex said. His voice was loose and relaxed, I could tell he’d been drinking.
“Hey,” I said, a smile spreading across my face. “What’s up?”
Alex laughed. Wherever he was, there was a lot of noise in the background. “I’m at the firehouse! I’m at work, babe,” he said. “We just got back from a big blaze, and we’re celebrating. I’m here for another hour or two.”
“Oh,” I said. “That’s great.” It was strange – now that Alex was my boyfriend, talking to him felt a little awkward. Was this something girlfriends and boyfriends did, chat awkwardly on the phone with each other?
“Yeah,” Alex roared. “Hold on, I’ll go in the other room,” he said. I waited obediently a few seconds while Alex walked away from the loud crowd. When he spoke again, his voice was at a normal level.
“So,” I said. “How was the fire?”
“It’s gone now, but it was bad, babe,” Alex said. He sighed. “Everyone survived, though. That’s always the point, as long as that happens, I don’t really care about anything else.”
“Makes sense,” I said awkwardly.
“So,” Alex said. I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was smirking and I blushed. “What are you wearing?”
I looked down. “Just my shirt and underwear,” I said. “Why?”
Alex laughed. “Molly, time for a new lesson,” he said. Then he lowered his voice to a growl. “I’m going to teach you how to talk dirty.”
I bit my lip and blushed even harder, glad Alex wasn’t here to see me.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Tell me again what you’re wearing, and describe yourself in a lot of detail. Give me a really good picture of you in my head.”
“I’m wearing my white cotton shirt, it’s thin and I don’t have a bra on underneath. I’m wearing the same panties I was wearing earlier today, when you came over and…” I trailed off.
“When I came over and what?”
I blushed so hard that my face was burning. “When you came over and ate me out,” I whispered.
“God, Molly, that’s so hot to hear you talk like that,” Alex groaned. “Keep going. Tell me about your pussy. Is it wet?”
“Yes,” I said. I felt so dirty and humiliated…but also turned on. My panties were still soaked from earlier but I could feel my clit getting hard and my nipples were stiff, brushing the fabric of my shirt and filling me with pleasure.
?
??How wet are you?”
“Very wet,” I whispered.
“I want you to reach down and touch yourself, and tell me all about it,” Alex said.
“I feel weird doing that,” I whispered. “I…can’t say it!”
“Molly, you’re going to have to get over this squeamishness,” Alex said sternly. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said softly. Closing my eyes, I traced my fingers down my body. “I’m running my hand over my breasts, through my shirt,” I said. My fingers brushed against one of my nipples and pleasure flooded my body, making me arch my back and moan. Tentatively, I pinched my nipple and rolled it between my fingers the same way Alex had done. It felt incredibly good and I moaned again, even more loudly.
“Sounds like you’re having a lot of fun over there,” Alex said. “Tell me about it, Molly. Tell me how it feels.”