I can't think, breathe or look in any general direction without seeing her face. She's completely occupied my mind and I feel lost without her touch. I've driven myself so crazy I think I've really started to lose my mind.
The phone only had one chance to ring before I grabbed it and pressed it to my ear.
"Yes?"
A low chuckle emanated from the other end, and instantly I knew it was her. "A little eager, are we?"
I blushed, laying down on the couch with the phone still pressed to my ear. "Sorry. I just ..."
"I want to see you again," she admitted quietly, as if it were a secret just between the two of us. " ... I need to see you again, Allison."
The way she says my name always sends chills through me.
"I want to see you too," I smiled with a fluttering in my stomach. It thrived there. I loved what she did to my sanity. With that thought, my hand found its way over my stomach, resting on the jittery sensation inside.
She took a moment before responding. "Slip your hand down further."
I stopped immediately, my breath caught in my throat. "... H-how did you-"
"I can hear it in your breath," she said softly, breathing heavily now herself.
"This is so bad," I giggled, unwilling to deny it to myself as I slid my hand down into my pants. I breathed out heavily as I spoke again, admitting my feelings honestly. For some reason, I felt as if she knew my thoughts before I even said them aloud. "... I think I'm addicted to you."
There was a pause in the conversation and I began to get nervous, but that couldn't stop my fingers from finding their way down to my clit.
"You feel it too?"
The combination of touch and her response shot a tingle straight through me, and I smiled to myself, holding the phone with my shoulder as I squirmed around, smoothing my fingers between my legs. It felt so good with Megan on the other end of the phone. It made me feel so close to her, almost as if she was watching me.
"How are you touching yourself?" she asked calmly, as if it were any usual question. The only noticeable difference was the drop in her tone - that silky, sexy voice that drove me wild. That made me smile again.
First she heard my breath I'm sure, and then my voice. "I'm rubbing my clit ... and teasing myself ... I want it to be you."
"Push them in," she answered, her breathing much like mine. "Do it like I would - and lick them first."
I whimpered, bringing one hand up to my mouth as I ran my tongue over my index and middle fingers. I could taste myself and that got me even more excited. I felt like it was getting Megan off just to know I was licking them. Even speaking with her over the phone was making me so excited I could barely control my own actions. My tongue slid lazily over the digits, closing my eyes, and for a moment, she was there. She was sitting at my side, watching me intently under that gaze I always enjoyed.
"I want you right now ... those eyes piercing into me," she moaned, "Begging me to take you ..." I smiled, not realizing until she said it that I cut right through her like she did to me.
I started panting, in no state to control my breathing. I just let my body do as it pleased - what it wanted - just like I did when I was with Megan. Nobody did it like she did. I couldn't touch myself the way she did. Not even close.
"I would beg you," I whispered admittedly, slowly fucking myself while she listened in. It took some bravery to ask what I wanted, and I knew she could sense my nervous voice. "Are you touching yourself too?"
"Yes," she moaned, her voice scratchy. "I'm pretending it's those delicate little fingers of yours, moving inside me ... doing what I tell you ..."
"Uhhh fuck," I moaned, writhing strongly on the couch, one leg strewn off the side of it. "I want to touch you. Please. I'll touch you for days if you would let me ..."
"Oh god yes," she moaned, "I want to pull your face to me, right between my legs, and to feel your tongue again. I can't get enough of it. I want it."
"I'll do anything you want," I whimpered, feeling myself reach my climax. Our words spanned between the moments of silence, and interrupted the hoarse gasps and moaning. "I ... I'm getting close."
"Think of my fingers inside of you, controlling your body and taking you. Think .... of me ..."
I nodded, not realizing for a moment that she couldn't see it. It seemed like she was right next to me, or better yet - on top of me.
"I feed off the way you give yourself to me," she whispered in that husky voice of hers, making me wild with desire. My eyes opened wide with the pending orgasm, feeling the surges deep inside, threatening to take over my body.
"Megan ... take me," I whispered, right on the verge of climax, and I couldn't help but utter a word I loved to ask of her. "Please?"
"Now," she growled, letting out a ragged, loud moan of her own as I held my breath subconsciously. I could tell she was close, but I just couldn't hold it, and now that she had permitted it, I just let it wash over me. My body was paralyzed, and I rode out the feeling happily. It felt so good I nearly forgot she was on the phone, as I had been sure she was in the same room.
"Meeeeggggggan!" I shouted, trying to scream up instead of directly into the phone. My abdomen tightened as my head lifted with the pleasure jolting through me. "Ahhh ..."
Just as I settled my neck back onto the armrest of the couch, I heard her climax, and it was nothing short of extraordinary. I loved hearing her low glutteral moans and the way her voice shook. She seemed so confident, even in that moment, but I could see just how vulnerable she could be. My screams must have pushed her over the edge.
"Be at 'La Fontaine' at eleven Friday night," she panted, still obviously out of breath. I smiled at her instruction in such a weakened state.
"I can't wait," I whispered, "I want to see you."
"Wear a dress ... a short one," she smirked. I could tell by her voice that her lips were curling into that evil grin.
"Yes Ma'am," I smiled, turning my head to the side, completely exhausted.
"I will touch you whenever I want, do you understand?"
I felt tingles all over, just trying to contain my excitement at that insinuation. "Yes."
"Don't touch yourself again," she insisted boldly, "I want you desperate to cum when you see me."
I licked my lips. "I will be ... I already am."
"That's my girl," she chuckled, "See you in a few days."
"Bye," I beamed, hearing a simple click before I put the phone down and jumped up. The giddy feeling was bursting out of me, and I began jumping up and down in my living room, giggling to myself. A schoolgirl's excitement, it would seem.
It seemed to take an eternity for Friday night to roll around, but when it finally did, I found myself standing in front of a mirror in my favorite little black dress, assessing my choices. I smiled when I thought of the look on Megan's face. I knew this outfit would get her off. That and the sex hair I had going on - not that I touched myself. I was good, although for fuck's sake that was difficult. I still pride myself on those few days I kept from doing it.
I made my way into the club with little difficulty although there was a line. I suppose it was that little sparkle in my eye - the extreme excitement I had for the night to come.
Once I was inside, I looked around, standing on tip toe for a moment while my eyes scanned the room. When I realized it would take a while to find her, I stood back on my feet and looked around, realizing that I was being gawked at. Suddenly I felt vulnerable and afraid. Being there alone - in that dress - it actually scared me. Not that I would have admitted it out loud, but I knew that's how it made me feel. The club was obviously a lesbian place, and I smiled at that. She knew how shy I was about our relationship, and she had picked a smaller, private place to bring me. It was sweet, in her own mischievous way. With that sentiment, I walked around looking for her. I knew she wasn't the sort to show up late, so I looked around for where she might be. If anything, I was a few minutes late.
"Where are you?" I mumbled to myself, keeping my eyes down for the most part. Seeing all those women looking at me as a predator looks at its prey ... it was a little intimidating to say the least. "Come on," I continued to myself, finally standing still with my hands clasped in front of myself. I didn't know where to look. She could be anywhere, and I wasn't familiar with the place. Best to keep in one spot, I decided.
"Just how did you happen to stumble into this place?" a woman asked, coming up from behind me, but quickly walking in front. She looked to be about my age, but with a very different look. Deep red hair, wearing a leather shirt. I didn't dare look over the rest of her body or she might have thought I was interested. Instead I was confused, and to make matters worse, I felt defenseless in this dress. It was so small it almost felt like I shouldn't move or I would show a glimpse of skin somewhere, only spurring further problems. "Hmm?"
I really didn't know how to answer her questions. I could guess why she figured I was new, though. I've been told that I have a look of naivity in nearly every situation. I just cleared my throat and moved my hands together in a nervous gesture.
"You know, I could show you a few things," the woman smirked, licking her lips as she leaned in toward my ear, but I pulled away, scared of what she was thinking. This woman was really scaring me. "Don't be scared."
I backed away from her with widened eyes, trying not to show my fear. Where was Megan? I began looking for her again. Maybe staying in one spot wasn't such a genius idea after all. After I had been approached by a number of women, I finally heard something that soothed all of my worries away.
"Allison."
Oh thank goodness! I turned and collapsed into her arms all in one gesture. I knew who it was from her beautiful voice. I'm sure I looked silly holding her so worriedly, but I found great comfort in her arms. I finally let out my nervous breath and stood up to look her in the eyes.
