The water slid down my body when I heard the phone ring. I had just finished washing my hair, which was long for a male, and was about to use the body wash liquid. Knowing that phone calls could happen, I had taken the phone into the bathroom and sat it on the counter that held the bathroom faucet.
I turned the water off and pushed the shower curtain aside. Grabbing a towel, I dried my hand before picking up the phone and checking the caller ID. I smiled at the name the phone's LCD screen gave me before answering the call.
"Hello," I said with a hint that I was already in on a little joke no one else was privy to.
"What are you doing?" was expected and was the exact phrase that was asked of me. Crystal, one of my oldest friends and former flames, had been using that for as long as I could remember when she would call me on the phone.
"Well, I could tell you..." I relayed with my voice trailing off suggestively. "But I am not sure that would be very gentlemanly of me."
She laughed for a brief second. "Let me guess, Thomas. Are you watching some porn? Someone slamming their engorged dick into some big breasted blonde?" She always did have a way with words.
"Negative ghost rider, the pattern is full," I replied, quoting the Tom Cruise flick _Top Gun_. Keeping with the movie reference, I next cited _Die Hard_. "Would you like to go for Double Jeopardy where the scores can really change?"
She humored me with a laugh. "No, I'm done guessing. What are you really doing?"
"Well," I began, gathering my words. "I'm standing naked, water dripping off my body in a steam-filled room."
"Oh, getting all clean, darling?"
Crystal and I could definitely flirt. Always has been a part of our banter and as much as I cared about her and she cared about me, we could easily shift into horny kids trying to get a rise out of the other, if you pardon the pun.
"I can get clean, or you can dirty me up."
She laughed mischievously. "Can I really? However would I do that?"
I briefly slid my hand over the head of my cock. "I am sure you can think something up."
"Think something up or get something up?" She was relentless in her flirtatious banter as she giggled to herself. "So, you really are standing there as naked as you can possibly be, huh?"
I looked down; taking notice at how my cock had grew slightly as I listened to her voice, which could be quite sexy when she wanted it to go that way. She definitely was also a wordsmith and I wondered just where she was going to go with this conversation.
Clearing my throat, I gave her an answer. "I am definitely quite nude at the current time. So state your business."
For a moment, she paused as I heard her on the other line rustling around. She seemed to be letting her dogs out and as soon as the door closed, her voice was low and sultry. "My business could be getting that dick of yours to get all hard as you stroke it up and down thinking of me; thinking of my tits; thinking of my wet pussy. Mmmmm..."
Immediately, my shaft jolted for attention as her dirty talk brought whatever thoughts I had of a fun little flirty conversation to an end and in its place, thoughts of fucking this sexy girl.
In my mind, I remembered a photo she had sent me a few days before. She was sitting on a seat or lying on a bed; that part was not important. What was important was the look she had on her face. Her intoxicating blue eyes stared back at me as if she was almost watching me. The night she sent the image, she got me going online with her chatting and I had to exercise some personal release. Watching her seemingly watch me turned me on to what seemed like an unending degree.
Her eyes were not all, though. She wore no shirt and simply a white bra that seemed to be battling against a flood of her large breasts to keep them inside. Many a night I had thought about those tits, or as she called them once, her "pretty boobs." It was only the top of her cleavage, but compared to many girls I knew, the top of her breasts were more than they could even hope to have. Back in high school, I had taken the opportunity to many times cop a feel, but a caress, a tweak, a suck had not been in the cards.
I felt her comment deserved a response. "I think business could be good then. Just hearing you say those things has my cock rising up. But is that pussy really wet, because if it's not, your comment seems like false advertising."
She did her giggle that succeeded in what it typically does - drive me crazy. "Should I check? I wouldn't want to be a liar."
"I think checking would be a very excellent idea," I replied hastily, a need so prevalent in every syllable. "Can't be too sure about anything in this topsy-turvy world."
It was almost inaudible, but she let out a brief moan that coaxed me to run my thumb over my uncircumcised cock.
"Good news, Tommy," she replied almost cheerfully as if she had just got a great job. "My pussy is quite wet after all." Once again, her giggle came through the receiver.
"That is good news," I replied, sliding the skin of cock back and forth. "Makes me think about how delicious it would taste right now to be between your legs, your clit like a magnet, drawing my tongue near it."
"Mmmm, I love it when you talk, baby."
I smiled as if she could see it. "I wonder if your body would shiver at all once you felt my breath on your pussy. I think it would."
"Another thing for us to check?"
"I do love the way you think, Crystal." On my end, I could only imagine her spread eagle in front of me, her legs opening slowly as if to invite me to come in. She had told me in the past that she liked to try out designs as opposed to the usual shave or trim; and with St. Patrick's Day on the horizon, her pussy was not just tasty, but lucky with a design of a four-leaf clover.
