"He's fucking me again," Mia said to me over the phone as soon as I answered the call.
I gave Lucy, sitting across from me on the other sofa, a significant look as I thumbed the phone onto speaker and placed it on the coffee table between us. "I've got one of my girlfriends here. I was just telling her about you."
Lucy was sprawled in the corner of the sofa in comfy, faded black jeans and an untucked, over-large blue denim shirt hiding her curvy figure. She had classic Irish colouring: frizzy red hair, green eyes. Far more dramatic than me - I'm thin with a brown bob, and was wearing a white t-shirt and pleated grey skirt.
But Lucy was also far more dramatic because of her flushed face and her still-heavy breathing; Lucy was still coming down after her orgasm.
Mia gave a laugh. "Fresh meat! Say hello, new girl!"
Lucy's eyes went wide as she realised I was speaking to the now-legendary Mia. "Hello?" Lucy said, a little nervously.
"You know what you're in for, then?" Mia asked her.
"I think so, yes," Lucy said.
"I was just telling her about the time on the bus," I said to Mia.
"Oh, yes, that was a good one," Mia agreed.
I should perhaps explain what's happening here. My name's Clare. I'm 24, single, and I work in the accounts department of a legal firm along with Lucy, who is also my best friend as well as my colleague. Lucy was round at my place on a Saturday evening for a girls' night in, just the two of us. We were well into wine bottle number three, both quite tipsy, and I'd just spent a while explaining why Lucy had caught me rubbing one out in the office toilets earlier in the week.
It's like this: there's this mystery couple - I call them 'Mia' and 'Guy" just to give them names - who have taken to calling me up at random times so that they can make me listen to them having sex. They make me give myself an orgasm, too, because it always turns them on even more when they hear me come. This has been happening for the last six months or so, and I have
loved
it. Knowing that, at any moment, I could be ordered to sexually pleasure myself for the enjoyment of these unknown others has thrilled me.
Mia's calls always start in the same way: "He's fucking me again." And in the background, I hear Guy's activities, heavy breathing, grunts of orgasm, and so on, but I've never heard him speak.Mia does all the talking, telling me exactly how Guy is fucking her, or fingering her, or using various sex toys on her.
It's been amazing. But it
does
make life complicated, at times. Like when Lucy caught me in the toilets, responding to one of Mia's calls. So tonight, after she'd gotten me sufficiently tanked up, Lucy had demanded I explain. And explain I had, showing her the bullet vibrator I carried with me for Mia's calls, even going as far as to recount to her the occasion when Mia had called while I was on a bus, coming back from the airport, and Mia had made me play with myself right there on the bus. Not only that, but after this punk girl had caught me in the act,
she'd
been the one who had fingered me to orgasm, undetected by the other, oblivious passengers.
And Lucy had been excited by this story.
Really
excited.
"As a matter of fact," I said to Mia, "she's already come once tonight. She fingered herself to orgasm while I watched, as I was telling her about the bus journey."
"Hey!" Lucy said, surprised.
I don't know why I told Mia that. I think I was boasting. I think it was part of the dom/sub thing. Guy dominates Mia. Mia, I suppose, dominates me. I was proud that I'd turned Lucy on so much that she'd brought herself to climax, and wanted Mia to know what I'd achieved.
Mia laughed. "Perfect! You're ahead of me, then, honey. I haven't got started yet. My guy's playing one of his games."
Mia described the situation to us: Guy had given her a door key-card, and sent her to a particular hotel room, with instructions to shower and freshen up, then to dress in what he'd laid out. Then she was to text him that she was ready, and to call me.
"He's got me in my leather collar and wrist cuffs," she told us. "And my ballet boots. No stockings or lingerie, but I do have my butt plug in, and I'm wearing a blindfold. I'm waiting for him on the bed, on all fours, facing the window, as instructed. That means my ass is the first thing he'll see when he walks in the door."
"Christ, this is hot," Lucy told me. "I mean, I thought it was when you were describing it, but now I see what you mean."
Mia laughed at that. "I think you'll do just
fine
, new girl. My guy didn't say that I couldn't play with myself while I waited, so I've got three fingers in my pussy already. Mmm. You started yet?"
Lucy and I looked at each other. Our inhibitions were already pretty low at this point, and now they crumbled. Lucy shoved a hand down her jeans, while I twitched my skirt aside, and played my fingers over the material of my plain white briefs.
"Yes," I said to Lucy.
"Mmm," Mia said. "Good girls. I'm fucking myself with my fingers, then rubbing my clit, then fucking myself again. Oh, that feels good. The room already smells of sex."
I looked into Lucy's eyes, as she looked back at me. Her lips were parted, and the blush was returning to her cheeks. She held my gaze as I traced the outline of my labia lightly, caressing myself through the thin material with my fingertips. I wasn't ready to expose my vagina to Lucy - not quite - and I was enjoying the gentle built-up of sensation.
"I like it when my guy makes me wear a blindfold," she told us. "It heightens every touch because you can't see it coming, whether he's using a crop or a flogger or a wand or just his fingertips. Mmm, I'm imagining him touching me all over now - my pussy, my ass, my tits, my mouth, making me taste myself." We could hear Mia licking her lips, and I wondered if she was sucking on her own wet fingers. Her description of a series of erotic, unanticipated touches made me shiver.
"There's my guy now," Mia said, "Hey baby, we've started without you. I'm getting my pussy all wet and ready for your big cock." There was the sound of a door closing, and what might have been whispering, then Mia gave one of her deep, full laughs. "Oh, you are
nasty