(This is based on real life, so many thanks to J. for making this story fantasy true. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did... Leave me a comment, and Please Vote!)
Your phone calls always make me smile. There's nothing we can't or don't talk about... family, friends, work, memories, sexual history... we've got one of those unflappable friendships that I don't think I could live without.
That's why, when our conversation drifted to phone sex, I didn't think anything of it. We talk about sex all the time, and it's never gotten personal, so I never thought this time would more than the others. Plus, I thought I was just a friend... If I'd known what your feelings were, this evening might have been easier to predict.
It started innocently enough, "How does phone sex work, anyway?"
I laughed at you, and told you that you hadn't seen enough movies... neither of us had ever had phone sex, experienced as we were at the real deal, so we enjoyed a few moments of joking around about it, til you said to me "So, are we having phone sex?" I laughed.
"Nope, not yet... well, not that it will happen, but you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do... are you naked yet?"
"Not at all... should I be?"
"Yeah, this is getting to be pretty unfair here, with me lounging around in nothing while you're in your pajamas. The situation needs to be rectified... take off your shirt."
"Are you serious? Cause I will, and you know it."
"Completely, this is just unfair."
I stripped off my black tank-top, but kept my pajama bottoms on... Lying alone in my bed and wishing you were there next to me... I had to keep reminding myself not to start playing with myself while I was on the phone with you... it was a level that I wasn't sure I wanted to introduce into our friendship without ample invitation. Our conversation reverted back to being non-sexual in nature, but I still kept finding my hands caressing my breasts, fingertips circling my nipples.
"What are you doing right now?" you asked me.
I knew what you meant by the question, but for some reason, wanted to push you just a little bit further. "Talking on the phone with you, babe... sorry, nothing more exciting than that." There was laughter in my voice, you could understand the humor in the situation and I could hear your voice shake with a little laughter too. Then you got more serious.
"Are you touching yourself yet?"
"No... Should I be?"
"... yeah."
"Where should I touch myself?"
"Between your legs..."
I reachd down, and with one hand still holding the phone, I took off my pajama pants and started lightly fingering my clit. We hadn't been talking sex for very long, but already I was dripping wet. The first touch sent a tiny jolt through my body, and I'm sure you could hear my moan through the miles of telephone cords that separated us. I summoned enough energy to ask "What about you, what are you doing?"
"I've been playing with myself for a little while now... I hope you don't mind, but just hearing your voice turns me on."