To my editor, jacuzzigal, I give my gratitude. Thank you for your help, encouragement and time. I know it's customary to acknowledge the efforts of an editor, and I do so with all sincerity. I just don't want your excellent skills to be so well known that I lose you ~ I appreciate you and your effort very much.
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She barely heard the phone ring. She didn't want to hear it. Whoever was calling had interrupted a damn good dream. Cate grumbled something of a hello into the phone. She was more than half asleep and wanted to go back. When she heard his voice she whined that he had wakened her from a dream of their lovemaking. John could hear the smirk on her face when she told him he'd pay for that. He laughed into the phone, knowing the last time he had to
pay
for something it was one of the most erotic nights they'd shared. Maybe he'd get lucky like that again.
He decided he'd wake her up even more this morning. He was away on business and missed her. He asked her to tell him about the dream. Within a few moments of description the two were aroused and making love over the phone. This time the scene he created in their minds was more then they'd explored before. Cate was surprised but didn't stop, the quality in her voice told him to push on a little more.
He added a dimension of another woman watching them. He said the woman was clearly aroused. John added that her hands were on her breasts as she tried to watch in silence but was found out. He wanted to gauge Cate's reaction to his suggestion. She wasn't too participatory, but he knew by the sound of her voice there was some kind of curiosity there. She even admitted she wondered how it must feel to suck on a breast or to tease the nipples hard.
Before they finished their phone call John asked Cate to write him. He wanted her to think about what it would feel like for her to touch another woman's breasts. He knew he'd sparked something that morning. She sort of groaned but said she'd do it. She even went so far as to say it might be revealing. He always enjoyed the fact that she was open and curious about new ideas. The truth was he had a way of bringing things out in her – he always found more. He could shine a light into her imagination. She had never shared that place with another person –
except him
.
Cate sat down later that day and wrote her thoughts about touching another woman's breasts. She wasn't surprised at how difficult it was to allow the thought to grow in her mind. But she was surprised at how easy it became once she let the idea take hold;
hold
being the operative word. She began to imagine hefting the breasts of this imaginary woman, jiggling them as she did to her own so often. Her hand followed her thoughts. She closed her eyes and pictured her hands on the woman, all the while trying out the movements on herself. Cate licked her lips and felt a stir in her depth.
She wanted her mouth on the imaginary tits. Her tongue began to reach out to it. So tentative at first, barely letting the very tip of her tongue to touch. But she wanted to. Soon her mind led her to licking the nipple. A flick would be ok, she thought. It was more than a flick though. In her mind she moved her mouth over the tit and sucked it into her mouth. The sensations were surprising but not as surprising as the wetness she was experiencing in her panties. It was turning her on. She fought to let the image continue, before long the struggle was over and she realized she wanted to continue.
Her mind was lost in imagination about the woman's breasts. She pictured squeezing them together, her head buried in them. She imagined all the things she loved when her breasts were in the hands of her lover. She caressed, squeezed, pinched, licked, sucked and anything else she wanted. Her panties were damp and she felt herself clenching the muscles of her womanhood.
Cate started to type with great inspiration. The words poured out and onto the computer screen. Each thought or want was revealed. The words that came out through her hands surprised her. Her fingers were flying on the keyboard and her mind was full of the images that had brought such surprising pleasures. She quickly finished and hit the send button. John had his email – he had her thoughts
again
. When she sought the pleasure of relief her mind couldn't help but recreate what John had started that morning.
The phone rang about eleven o'clock that evening. She had just settled into bed with a book. She knew it was John and she smiled because she also knew he'd have something to say about her email. She didn't even get her greeting out.
"When I get home you will know -- no you will see and feel -- what your email caused in me. You will know so very well." John had a smile in his voice.
"I just did what you asked of me my sweet." Cate's voice held a smirk.
"Just wait, you just wait." He went on to tell her how much he enjoyed the images her words evoked. He also mentioned what stood out to him was that it was all about her. The focus was on Cate's pleasure, nothing with regard to the 'other woman'. Shyly she agreed and added that she kind of liked that idea. She was coming into her own about what she wanted. She was comfortable about asking, fantasizing and sharing – with him.
"It was kind of hard to ..."
"Don't say 'hard' Cate!"
"Oh John, goodness, get a grip. It's just a word." She knew what was coming next.
"Grrr oh I'll get a grip alright. If only I could get a grip on you right now." She laughed at him and tried again to tell him what it was like to consider the thought of touching another woman. She knew one of John's fantasies was to have a threesome with two women but she had told him she could not be a party to that, that it just wasn't her thing.
"After reading your thoughts today I'd never know you weren't interested." He was being playful with Cate, but it seem to quiet her instead.
"John, you know what I mean. You clearly saw yourself in my words it was only body parts. There was no particular woman per se." She knew he'd touched a nerve. She had enjoyed the thoughts. Maybe that was what unnerved her. Cate was glad now she didn't share
all
her thoughts in that email. Some things can remain unsaid.
