She Said Yes -- a Covid 19 story Ch. 10
By Pat Annon © 2021
(All characters are over 18 years old. They have no memory of anything that may or may not have happened before their eighteenth birthday. All sex acts depicted are consensual, including those involving BDSM.)
"Good morning."
My phone dinged. I received a text. I never receive messages except spam. I never look. I don't know why, but this time I rolled over. I got an early morning message from Julie!
I stared at my phone the longest time. It was a simple text, "Good morning," but I couldn't figure out what it meant. I texted back, "Good mornjng."
The fat finger mistake in typing went through before I caught it. Almost instantly there was a red heart emoji.
"Still in bed?"
"Yes. But Amanda is out on her run. I should get up."
"I should get ready for my zoom meeting. But I don't want to. Stay in bed with me a while longer."
I had to roll over on my back. Simultaneous with her invitation to stay in bed, my prick demanded more space under the sheet. I knew I should get up to make coffee for Amanda. I texted back, "Big day today?"
I intended a double entendre, Big? Get it? She didn't take the bait. Instead, she went to another place.
She replied, "Yes, I have to dress for my meeting, but I'd rather stay naked and be in a meeting with your tongue. How are the exercises going?"
Oh My God! Is she playing with me? She can't possibly want me to do that again. No woman wants to be with me a second time. My hand went down to stroke my fully erect cock. I thought about exercising but the phone was in one hand, my prick in the other. I had to let go of my prick to put a finger to my mouth.
One handed I texted back. "OK. Exercising now. Time me."
"Good to hear." Then a minute later, "I can picture you working that finger as I work mine." Then an eggplant emoji.
A minute later she texted, "Looks like a beautiful day and I going to be on zoom for hours."
"Are you presenting?"
"No, it's a training. But I have to be visible." There was a pause. Then she texted, "That's five minutes. My zoom is starting soon. I have to get ready. Talk later."
Opening Twitter on my phone, I found the header of her account and the picture I knew was there. The selfie was taken from above, her right arm raised. She is looking up with a knowing smile. Her breasts are clearly defined, mostly covered by a fitted top. But it is open enough to show some enticing cleavage. Her breasts, pressed together by unseen support, are full and rounded and inviting. I can stare without reservation; it is a picture after all. But it is the kind of image I've always appreciated. I like to have a picture like that available while masturbating. I revel in an imagined warm descent between breasts, kissing, fondling...
With Julie in view, it is not hard to spend time exercising my tongue. I am motivated, without touching my prick, by imagining my tongue adoring those breasts, going around unseen nipples. I match my imagined attention to her breasts with swirls around my finger tip. In my mind's eye, however, a completely different picture of Julie's breasts forms: erect nipples, seen from below, like twin watch towers guarding the valley. I descend to the imagined warmth between her thighs.
I can almost taste the incense of her body, the frankincense and myrrh. I can picture Julie's head thrown back, the petite mort. I work my tongue harder and longer against my finger. My mouth aches, yet I persevere in this dance with my finger. A picture of Julie in one hand, a finger on my lips with the other, it is beyond exciting to think about the possibilities. I might be able to please a woman. More than that, I might satisfy a woman. More than that, Julie wants me to do it again. I move my hips, my prick rubs against sheets.
After only a few minutes, however, this effort required some serious support and motivation. I have not touched my prick or balls. I stopped what I was doing and got a length of parachute cord from my drawer of stuff. I've used the cord to bind my balls while beating off. Bound balls bounce differently, adding an attractive ache to the experience, like the hollow gnawing of "lover's nuts."
This time I wrapped the cord several times around my scrotum, trapping my balls and tying a knot. Then I hooked my toe in a loop I made in the free end of the rope, setting the length by measuring with my knee bent. When I straightened my leg, there was serious tension on the cord. When I pressed down with my foot, my balls became painfully stretched and crushed by the tightening loops of cord. I tried it a few times and shortened the rope as my ball sack stretched. This set up allowed me to crush my balls at will.
I was ready to go back to the phone and my finger. As I exercised my tongue, enjoying the pictures of Julie, both on screen and in my mind, my foot stretched and released my balls. The added sensation of pain and tension made it easier to keep my mouth open for longer times. When I felt like quitting, I just stepped on my own balls and found a new commitment to my effort.
"Motivation is everything," I texted.
"This meeting is going on and on forever."
As if I needed more motivation, Julie continued to text, "Wish you were here to keep me entertained."
These two texts came in short succession. I stopped exercising long enough to respond, "I could clean your kitchen."
"My Man! You say the sexiest things."
She added a heart emoji. Then another with a fire emoji.
"Will you be with us today?"
"No, I have a fitting."
"Oh yes, I forgot."
I knew Julie would not be with us; I was just lost in the moment. She was going to a final fitting for her bridesmaid dress. She's the maid of honor for her little sister. Julie said she is relieved the wedding is smaller. Because of Covid restrictions it will be family only. This changed the bridesmaid dress her sister chose. Julie said she might wear the new dress another time after the wedding. It was more cocktail than formal.
I've seen a picture of the design. I think Julie will look magnificent in this simple A-line with a double strap V neckline and tailored bodice. I think she said it will be in royal blue. I don't know what the fabric is, but in the pictures, the model was able to make the skirt flair with a simple turn, so it must be light. Maybe Julie will show it off for us one day. I won't be able to stare, like with her picture, but I know I will appreciate the V neckline.
Julie texted, "I have to pay attention to this part of the meeting. Thanks for the diversion. You were great."
This will be a day without Julie here. I am so glad she initiated texting with me. It's like a part of her is with me. This makes me very happy.
I dropped the phone and quit exercising my tongue, preferring instead a long slow two-handed traditional wank. The view of Julie from between her thighs disappeared, replaced by one of her in that dress. There was so much to consider. I took a shower. I had a second go standing in the shower stream. This time I thought about Julie kneeling before my cock, water running down her hair, makeup running down one cheek, my cock deep in her mouth, the dress soaked, clinging to her.
In one day, everything about my fantasy life is changing. I hardly remember the thoughts that previously accompanied masturbation. Now I want to mimic what Julie can do. But even more, I like thinking about what my tongue can do. The biggest change is the fantasy of a woman having an orgasm.
I am researching cunnilingus techniques online. Several sources suggest light sucking on the clit while licking. I want to ask Julie about this idea! Sucking on my finger tip while licking is a whole different sensation, both on my finger tip and my tongue. I can't even describe the intensity of feeling Julie produces when she sucks while giving head. This has to be right. I want to try it.
I also have another question. There is the suggestion to insert one or two fingers, not as a substitute for a prick moving in and out, but with a specific finger motion: "the come-hither gesture." They suggest massaging the area where the mythic "g-spot" should be by bending the fingers slightly as if to say, "come here, now." There is discussion about the need to keep fingernails trimmed short and clean, especially the middle two.
I have also read one suggestion about using your thumbs to massage the inner lips of the labia while licking. I need to ask Julie about this as well. I have so many questions. But I have things to do today. Showered and clean, I am now two hours late to make coffee for Amanda. I am not at all sure what to say. I walked into the living room. My steel chastity cage was next to the TV where it is displayed. I thought about putting it on for the rest of the day, having already jerked off twice.
"Did you have a good time with Julie this morning?"
Amanda was on the sofa reading. I should know by now there are no secrets between Amanda and Julie. Amanda knows everything.
"Yes, Ma'am, I did. Julie texted me this morning. I have a lot to learn. I have a lot of questions."
"And I'm sure she will answer them all. But I had to make my own coffee this morning."
"I'm really sorry about that..."
"Oh stop. I'm quite capable. I can make my own. There may be some left for you too. I did take the last of the muffins. I would like to go on our shopping trip soon, but there's time, if you want to make something to eat."
Yesterday, after Julie left, Amanda asked if I would take her to the Home Depot on North. She said she needs my help with a project. She didn't tell me what it was, but I know it is for a custom video for a long-time client, the one who pictured her on the Jet ski.
At the store, she had them cut eight 42-inch pieces of 2x4 and one 42-inch piece of 1/2 inch pvc pipe. From hardware she bought a box of 2 1/2 inch screws, some 1 1/4 inch screws and eight pretty heavy screw eyes. She bought a pair of heavy-duty steel sawhorse brackets. And finally, some sandpaper, a small can of water-based varnish, a brush and a drop cloth. I helped her to the car with her purchases.
She did not answer any questions. I figured we were making a saw horse, but what else I could not tell. I don't have a lot of tools, just some basic ones and a cordless drill. She said it was enough. We brought everything up to her room. I left her all my tools after helping her spread the drop cloth.
"This drop cloth will be good to put down under our next orgy," she said rather matter-of-factly.
By then it was time to prep our dinner. I made vegan enchiladas with black beans, spinach and tofu. I used a store-bought enchilada sauce I found, but I added some cumin. I like the smoky complexity it adds. I heard Amanda working on her project while the enchilada casserole was baking. Her door was open. I think she heard the oven timer ding. She came out right when I took the pan out of the oven. I could tell she was happy.
