"You called him
what?!?
" my girl's best friend shrieked into the phone.
Lesley giggled. "Goldicocks."
Sandra, her friend on the other end of the phone, just mumbled, "Oh my..."
Okay, I shouldn't have been listening in. I didn't really
mean
to, but the way it happened, well... okay, let me start from the beginning.
I came into the house from work just as I heard the phone ring. Lesley picked it up before she knew I was home.
I heard her start talking as I went into the other room to drop off my work materials. Her sultry voice, reminiscent of 1940s starlets you'd see opposite Humphrey Bogart, resonated through the house though I couldn't hear exactly what she was saying.
I dropped off my laptop onto the office desk, shrugged off my coat, and went into the bedroom. Lesley had been working on her photography again, as her lights and tripod were set up and I had to be careful not to knock anything over as I started to get changed out of my work clothes.
I had taken a couple of steps when I noticed the lingerie on the bed. A smile crept across my face as I chided myself for being a bit slow on the uptake. Lesley had been shooting photos of herself wearing her lingerie.
"Mmm-mmm!" I hummed to myself. This girl is something else in lingerie, and she's a phenomenal photographer, so the combination is guaranteed to be erotic and she has a body that could arouse a eunuch.
I changed quickly and started my way down the hallway to surprise Lesley, who still didn't even know I was home. A wicked smile danced across my face as I imagined coming up behind her while she was on the phone, wrapping my arms around her, caressing her breasts while the person on the other end of the phone was clueless –
"Oh god, yeah, I love that cock of his!" I heard her say. I froze in my tracks.
Huh? What? Who the
hell
is she talking to?
I went back into the bedroom and lay on the bed, and picked up the extension and immediately hit the "mute" button. Their conversation had moved onwards, but was definitely firmly rooted in the gutter.
"Sandra," Lesley was saying, "I've gotta tell you, if I had it in me to share, I would."
Sandra giggled. "I might have taken you up on that offer, the way you talk about it. Tell me more!"
Lesley took a deep breath. "Where to begin?" she said. "There's just something about him, and about that wonderful cock of his." Hearing her say the word "cock" to someone other than me, and not in the heat of the moment, took me by surprise. Normally Lesley was quite proper and rarely swore, except when we were alone in private when she felt comfortable to let her guard down.
"Like what?" Sandra was prodding.
"Okay," Lesley said, sounding like she had just convinced herself of spilling the beans. "Do you remember when we went to that adult store, and we saw those vibrators that are supposed to hit your G-spot?"
"Yeah?" Sandra sounded excited. "His cock's shaped like a letter J?"
Lesley laughed. "No, of course not!" she said. "But that's my point. He can hit my G-spot even without having that weird shape. It's truly perfect, almost a work of art."
"Wow."
"It's like," Lesley said, on a roll, "it doesn't matter what position we're in. His cock enters me and he's got this amazing flare around the crown. He likes me to be on all fours, you know, doing it doggie style? And just enters me a little and teases me with that wonderful cockhead."
Hearing Lesley talk about me like this was nervewracking, but I didn't remember being more turned on in my life. It was as if it were an erotic knifeblade, at any moment it could turn against me and cut me, but I couldn't put down the phone.
"That sounds wonderful," Sandra said, her voice somewhat distant and unfocused.
"Yeah," Lesley said, and paused. "I told him he's my Goldicocks."
"You called him
what?!?
"
And this is where we came in. Sandra was laughing hard now, and so was Leslie. I wasn't really sure how I felt. I mean, this was something that was between the two of us, right? On the other hand, what guy wouldn't want his girl to be boasting about his abilities in bed? It's a hell of a lot better than the other way around, right?
I couldn't have put the phone down if I wanted to. Grateful for the mute button, my own breathing had become considerably deeper and aroused. My cock was rock hard and straining against my jeans. I stroked the outline that pushed the zipper upwards as I lay upon my back on the bed.
"Goldicocks," Lesley giggled. "You know, not too big, not too small, but just-
"- right," Sandra finished the sentence with Lesley. They both howled with laughter.
They calmed a little, and seemed to be searching for something else to say.
"Wow," Sandra said. "You sure you don't want to share?" She said it jokingly, but something said that if Lesley were up for it, she would be too.
Lesley probably sensed the same thing, but brushed it off. "Nope," she said. "Sorry, Sandy, but he's all mine."
"Bitch," Sandra said, but didn't mean it. They both laughed again. "So, you've been taking more pictures for him, then?"
"Yeah," Lesley said, apparently adjusting her seat to make herself more comfortable. "He loves those pictures of me in my lingerie, though god knows why."
"Oh come on," Sandra said, not buying it for a moment. "You've got model-good looks, and he just knows what he's got. He's damn lucky, and he knows it. Which," she added, "scores him big-time brownie points. Most women don't have men who appreciate them."
I could almost hear Lesley beam through the phone. "True," she said, "which is why I'm taking the pictures. I think I'll surprise him with them a little later. I like to send them every once in a while to his email when he's at work so he gets a little taste of what's to come."
Sandra snickered at the double-entendre. "I see," she said. "Give some to get some?"
Lesley laughed. "Yup, and dammit, I wanna get me some!"
Oh, honey,
