Aural Fixation

"Oh GOD"

"Yes, he's cumming! Inside you! OH his cock is spurting out, splashing your back walls with hot sticky jets of cum Grace!"

"NH, NH, NH, NH, OOOoooh FUUUCCCKKK!!"

A frantic orgasm ripped through my body as my fingers blurred across my erupting Venus. My hips started jumping and I just dropped my phone and went at it with both hands, screaming and moaning uncontrollably. My insistent hips rubbed my sex greedily along my tense fingertips, pushing hard, grinding down on them. I pinched my hands between my quaking thighs and held my breath in as I shook and shook. Every cell from my toes to the inside of my eyelids was shooting sparks of heat and pleasure through my body . . .

My head was still spinning and I wasn't sure how long I lay there before I realized Stacy was still on the line. Her hot words were still ringing in my ears, "He can't hold back . . ." Mmmmm, fantastic.

"Holy crap, I guess you needed that," said Stacy when I finally picked up the phone.

"Oh man I needed that . . . thanks babe!" I panted back into the phone, my fingers ripe with aroma.

"Now at least you should be able to keep a bit of composure once you're around him again," Stacy said.

"Yeah, probably not," I confessed.

"Probably not," she giggled back to me.

***

I sat in stunned reverie for quite a while as my cells regrouped, getting back to their business of managing my body after the all-hands-on-deck call to which they had just responded. I felt my stomach growl for a change. Other more urgent body parts had been vying for my attention up until Stacy's, what . . . phone sex with me? Jesus.

Stacy and I began as office rivals a few years back, our minds a right mess after an up-and-coming asshole pitted us against one another in a senseless race for his preferential treatment. Once we put our heads together over a few drinks however, we realized quickly what was going on, and put that cretin in his place. One sexual harassment suit later and we never saw him again.

We quickly became confidants, and now consider each other to be best friends. I can't think of anyone else who is closer to me, my estranged family included.

We often talk frankly about our personal lives with each other, and on one occasion even drunkenly fooled around. She was a total mess after a shitty breakup, and after a hat full of tequila and a night filled with raw soul-baring, we wiped away our salty tears and plunged into each other's arms and underwear.

I can't say that it wasn't creamily fantastic, because it was. Most of that night was a blur, but I do remember lying together afterwards, out of breath and completely spent, thankful to have someone so dear and close to me sharing something so intimate and personal.

We never did anything like that again, but ever since we have been deep inside each other's private sex lives as well, offering advice, consoling, providing a wing-woman, whatever, we had each other's back. We knew the other's fantasies and realities; we were there for each other.

But this phone thing was new.

And I liked it.

A lot.

It really hit me some time afterwards while I was torturing some unsuspecting pasta in a pot of boiling oil and water. I loved how her sexy voice spoke right into my inner ear and how those signals telegraphed a direct message instantly down to my sparking receiver. I could still hear her heady words, and more importantly her seductive tone, as I replayed them in my increasingly depraved mind.

I was still hot. I never replaced my panties, (fuck panties), and I stood in the kitchen feeling a solitary droplet of moisture slowly rappelling down my bare inner wall. I reached under my smooth black skirt and helped the little pearl to safety, depositing it on the end of my long tongue. Bad girl!

I was feeling out of control. I had just cum like a rocket ship and here I was starting all over again. What the hell was getting into me all of the sudden? Was it him, or was it me? Or was it her?

All I knew is that I wasn't going to make it much past my late-night dinner at this rate. I actually leaned into the oven handle and started to grind my pelvis on it while I continued stirring my smoldering cauldron, the one on the stove.

The end of the handle pushed into my overly-sensitive clit, and I slowly titled my hips as I allowed my oven to have its way with me. Little sparks of energy shot through my limbs and I wondered if I could make myself cum again if I kept it up like this.

The hot steam from the boiling pot rose to caress my eyelashes, while the smell from my own steaming pot wafted up across my nose. I had to stop, my god!

I backed away from my static grinding partner and fished the ripe pasta from the water, placing their hot rubbery bodies into a colander in the sink. The delicious smell of the Italian staple was making my mouth water, and I dripped some extra virgin across the crowded bowl, infusing them with a slick slippery bath of green oil. Even my dinner was turning me on.

Against the grain I slowly scraped a block of parmesan along a thin sharp grater, causing feathers of cheese dust to float down into the shiny brown crock into which I had moved the slick orgy of pasta.

As I placed forkfuls of delicate tubes on my tongue, I found myself wondering what Stacy had thought after she hung up with me to board the train. I quickly downed the rest of my dinner as if it was my first meal of the day, and then I realized it actually was; how did it get to be past midnight?

I picked up my phone.

My fingers were actually shaking as I hit the call button, dialing Stacy again.

"Hey you," is all she said to me, but I liked the way she said it.

"Hey." It's all I could think of, really.

"So, was that weird for you?" she asked me right away, trying to feel me out.

"Um, quite the contrary I think," I said, feeling the words pulling themselves out of my mouth. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I just force fed myself a very unsatisfying Healthy Entree, and now I am working on my second glass of Chardonnay," she offered, conveying her displeasure in her evening's stark agenda. "I hope you don't think any less of me, about earlier I mean . . . I just started getting into it."

"No shit you did," I blurted out, quickly adding, "and so did I, obviously. I've got to say Stace, your voice in my ear like that was . . . amazing. I never knew."

"I know," she said back to me, "I was just teasing you at first, and I guess mostly just trying to keep my voice down in the crowded station, but then you started breathing into the phone, and like you said, right into my ear. It sounded so hot, and I think I was getting excited by it too. I started really getting into it . . . into hearing you getting off on it."

"That was really fun Stace," I started, slowly getting to my point for calling, "and Itotallyneeded that. Also, I'm getting worked up all over again here, and I don't know what to do. Would it be too weird for you if I were to, well, try my hand at talking to you . . . you know, like that, for a minute?"

"Grace!" she replied in shock, clearly caught off guard by my bold request. "Are you saying you want to talk dirty to me on the phone?"

"God, I know, right? But I totally do! Am I horrible?" I was ashamed, but still very aroused. I couldn't help but press on. "Who else would I ever be able to try this out with Stace? I trust you. You don't have to do anything, just let me go at it for a while and work off some of this steam, and you just listen. I just want to see what it was like for you, talking like that into the phone. It sounded exciting."

"Jesus Grace," she said after a pause, "it's kind of weird to talk about it like this, but honestly I haven't been able to think about anything else since. Hearing you boil over like that on the phone made me have to change out of my undies as soon as I got home."

"It did?" I asked, loving the fact that she divulged this nugget of intimacy for me right then, "So, it must have been like being there next to me while I came in your ear or something, right? Like you were almost watching me . . . watching my fingers sliding around between my legs," and then lower . . . "watching mefuckmy juicy slit for all it was worth?"

I was doing it, and my heart raced as the F word rolled across my tongue into Stacy's ear. The silence on the line led me to nervously continue . . .

"I could feel your whispery words practically licking my ear lobe Stacy," I lowered my voice again and articulated carefully, "My clit practically jumped as you enunciated sexy words to me, like . . . LIPS . . . PUSSY . . . COCK. Oh those sweet syllables across your luscious lips made my juices flow Stacy, and I couldn't help but stroke and tease and fuck my slippery wet pussy with you right there."

I knew she was listening closely, as her breathing was changing pitch in my ear.

"Did you like knowing that your words were practically fucking me while you stood around in public? Did you hear me cumming for you Stace, moaning right into your ear?" I let out a soft sexy moan, slowly leaning back and parting my thighs, keeping my hand out of there for now. "Did you like hearing me in ecstasy as I actually exploded all over my wet fingers Stacy? Did you? Did you like it?"

"Mmmhmmm," she softly murmured into the phone. I could tell that she was thoroughly relishing my words. I figured just starting in with the sexy talk would be the best way to break the initial awkward tension, and I was right, since she softly added, "I loved it."

Oh those three little words really spurred me on.

"I know you did, you naughty girl, and now I want you to feelyourselflike I was doing Stacy . . . do it for me. Are you wet? I bet you are. I wish I could reach down and feel you for myself, just to make sure my words were hitting home."

"Mmmm, keep talking Gracey."

With pleasure.

"I think my words might be having the same effect on you Stacy, aren't they? Isn't it delicious?

"I know it feels good to touch yourself like that, but I need you to do something a little naughty for me now Stacy. Something bad . . . but good. Something that I think will make my words feel like roaming hands all over your body. Are you ready to hear it?"

A soft murmur was all she managed, but it was plenty.

"I need you to peel yourself out of those heavy clothes Stacy. No one will know. It will be our secret. I want to know that your soft skin is out for you to touch all over. Can you get out of your clothes for me honey? Strip bare so my sexy voice can hear your deliciously naked skin."

I could hear some rustling on the line, though she said not a word. I didn't want to break the spell so I waited; I was burning up at this myself.

Who the hell was I all of the sudden? It's not like I cared if my friend was getting off tonight or not, it wasn't that. I was exploring. I was a wanderer that happened upon a deep exciting cave, and I was heading in, not looking back.

"ok."

"That's good," I continued. "Now tell me Stacy, what are you wearing?"

Her reply was faint, but behind it there was a secret tone, a hidden exasperation and apprehension I recognized well.

"nothing."

"Really? Oh god that's so sexy. You're actually naked. Bare naked as you listen to my voice, you deliciously naughty girl," I lowly growled into the smart phone pressed against my flushed face.

"So tell me, are you thinking about touching yourself? Are youalreadytouching yourself? . . . Stacy."

"Yes," came her breathy reply. I knew all too well her obvious need to lay back and just listen as words poured from the phone into her hungry ear.

"Oh that's so sugary sweet baby. You're touching your little pussy and it feels so good. Slide your fingers around your pretty little lips Stacy. Your honey is probably dripping. Are your nipples getting hard being out like that? I just love your sweet nipple buds Stacy, they are so . . . mouthwatering."

I wanted to see them. I wanted to taste them again like I had that night. I wanted to feel them in my mouth without a cloud of tequila masking the forbidden sensation.

"I wish I was there to pull one of your sexy breasts between my hungry lips Stacy. I've kissed you there before, remember? Did you like watching a girl licking your bare tits baby? If I was there I would push your hard nipple around with my wet tongue and lightly bite on it while looking up at you. Would you like that? Would you like to feel my wet lips around your sexy tits again Stacy?"

"Oh god," was my only indication I was on the right track, that and a heavy breath or two. I wasn't sure if placing me in that sultry room in her mind would work for her, but it seemed to be doing the trick.

"Mmmm, I'll take that as a yes," I continued. "Sexy Stacy if I was there with you right now I would squeeze your beautiful soft tits in my hands and kiss your body all over and . . . wait . . . Oh my! Stacy!! I just realized how totally naked you are! My god, I can't stop staring at your nude body, every fleshy inch of it. Are you naked and touching yourself while I watch you? I can see your hand between your legs, playing with your pussy. Are you wet down there? Can I see? Show me that sexy muffin Stacy, open up wide for me. Mmm, wider. Yes. Now I want to see you push one of your little fingers right inside."

"Oh god," she said again. I wasn't sure if she could conjure up anything else to say. There was no doubt she was getting off on this, so I kept it going.

"Mmm that's it. I'm here Stacy. I'm right in your ear as you press that finger in and pull it out for me. Keep going. I'm watching you finger your little kitten, and she's really purring now isn't she?"

I was on the edge of my chair then, sitting up. I was really getting into this, and had no idea where I was going, although who really knows when they are on a sexual roll, as long as it's fun and the end result is fantastic.

"I want you to pull your finger out now, that's it, and replace it with two. Two fingers Stacy. Push them in there honey and let me know how it feels."

I knew this was coming: "Oh god!"

"Oh god what Stacy?"

"I'm so hot Grace, keep going!"

That's what I needed. I knew how she felt, and I also suddenly knew what had really gotten me going when our roles were reversed, so I started to lay it on thick.

"Mmmm, it's me Stacy. Grace. Pretend it's me inside you now. My fingers are pushing in and out of your wet pussy. Are you really letting me do this to you again? I am trying so hard to keep my mouth off of your pretty slit honey but I can't hold back. Oh my god Stacy, my mouth is right there on you now, I am eating your pussy! Can you feel my long slippery tongue wiggling around down there? Mmmmm, it's up against your clit now like a wet thumb, rubbing you around in sexy little circles."

I was unconsciously squeezing my own thighs together as I noticed a line of moisture escaping from my own boiling pot, pooling inside my skirt as I sat there. I was really getting into this!

I dropped down into a low whisper right into her inner ear across the cellular divide. "Can I kiss you Stacy? Can l kiss your mouth, even though I was just making out with your wet, wet pussy? Mmmm, kiss me. Can you taste yourself on my dripping lips? Taste yourself now Stacy . . . do it . . . that's it. You are so wet right now.

"I am getting wet too, Stacy. Can I show you? I want you to see how wet my pussy is getting from watching you play with yourself. I am going to stand up and take off my skirt Stacy. You know which one I'm wearing, the black one. I'm not wearing any panties, just so you know. Fuck panties." I said it out loud, and my legs unconsciously spread wide as the words emerged gloriously aloud from my lips.

"As my skirt drops . . . you notice that I've shaved every strand of hair from my soaking wet pussy. Can you see it? I'll spread my legs apart so you can get a better look. See? It's wet, from watching you, I want you to actually feel how wet I am sweetie. Touch me. Oh, you're so sexy and naked it's making me open up. Look at it. Keep touching yourself. Stroke that sexy pussy for me. Yes."

I knew if I started tending to my own urgent needs I would become a moaning, panting mess right in her ear. Sure, that could be pretty hot, but she already heard that much coming from me. I wanted to hear the moaning and panting coming from her now.

"How is your pussy feeling honey? Are you getting turned on? Can I touch it? Can I put my fingers in you again?"

Lower. "Can I fuck you? Oh my god, my fingers are in so deep Stacy, your pussy is so wet. What got you going like this? Feel my fingers fucking you now, I'm moving them faster. Are you touching your clit baby? That's it. Show that clit how good you can make it feel. It's so slippery down there. I'll bring my wet fingers up to rub your juicy clit too . . . oooo, how's that?"

"OH SHIT!" she blasted into my ear, catching me by surprise. Her breathing was suddenly ragged and raspy, and I could hear faint, juicy squishing sounds in the background. Either she was mixing up a wet batch of cake batter over there, or her talented fingers were kneading her doughy mound for all it was worth.

"Oh Stacy, you're almost there! I can see it in your eyes you're so close right now. I have to touch your pussy Stace, I have to. It's so smooth and slippery. Oh god your naked body is turning me on. I can't keep my hands to myself. I have to pinch your stiff nipples and rub your slippery clit. I have to slide THREE of my long fingers into your dripping cunt Stacy Reed. Three fingers, push them in there. Deeper. Fucking you. If I had a cock Stacy it would be so hard right now, watching you get off. I would hold my hard cock over your face so you could look up at it while you slid your hands all over your wet cunt. It would drip onto your cheek as it pulsed above you, shaking, wanting to feel some of your wetness around it.

"Would you open your mouth for my cock Stacy? Would you let me slide it past your tongue and back against your throat? Would you wrap your lips around it and feel the way it would throb against your cheek? Oh shit, that would make me want to pull it out and slide my wet cock down your bare naked body, leaving a trail of your slick saliva between your naked tits."

"OH FUCK GRACE!"

"You know where I would be going with it, don't you? That's right. Would you let me push my girl cock up your naked cunt Stacy? Oh SHIT, you're so wet my cock would slide right in, aaaalllll the way!" I lowered my voice again, "I can't hold back Stace, I have to fuck you."

"AW FUCK," Stacy yelled, "My god what are doing to me, holy SHIT!"

I could hear her fevered pitch rising and the phone moving faster against her head. I wasn't sure how much longer she would hear anything I said.

"Oh my GOD Stacy . . . I'm actually fucking you! You're my best friend and my hard cock is fucking your horny cunt inside out right now!"

"Oh Shit yeeeeessssss," she wept, "oh fuck, please fuck . . . me, oh, oh, oh, OH . . . OH . . . OOOHHHH!!"

"Yes! You're going to cum, oh god I can see it in your eyes! Look at me! Look at my cock. It's fucking you Stacy, you're going to cum all over it. Cum for me Stacy. Do it! Oh no . . . I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside you! I'm fucking you Stacy! Take my cock you beautiful cunt!!"

That did it.

"OH MY GOOOOODDDDD . . . NNNNHHHHH . . .OH . . . OH . . . .FUUUUCKKKKK . . "

I heard the phone drop away from her as the muffled sounds of rocking and moaning were heard somewhere overhead. Was I under a pillow now, on the floor? God it was good, so fucking sexy and hot, hearing her go off like that. My phone fell from my face as I finally allowed myself to touch my screaming pussy. I pinched my clit so hard I thought it might snap off. My legs instantly shook as I held on tight, and my hand whipped into a frantic blur as my whole body jerked, knocking me onto the floor in front of the big picture window for the city to see. My hips bounced around on the throw rug as I screamed out in carnal lust and release.