For Idyll.
*
"You're a professional," she said. "I feel I need a pro."
On the screen our two avatars were snuggled against each other on the bed after a quick session of sex. It had to be quick, her husband could be home any minute.
"I want to know what I may have been missing. I want to know how good it could be."
Our avatars were in Virtual World where we met and where we became lovers. Virtual lovers that is. Our lovemaking has been through words (well, ok, a few times it was through voice chat) and watching two little figures go through all the motions. Not that we weren't busy in real life. The wad of tissue with my cum was still lying on my desk. I wasn't in a rush to clean it up. My wife wasn't due home soon. I wondered how she would react if I left it there. She probably wouldn't notice as we both hardly notice anything about the other anymore. Ours was a lonely marriage.
"You know I had a few lovers before Greg. I think everyone's been an amateur compared to you. I enjoyed all the sex I had, but now I feel something was missing. Maybe they didn't know too well what they were doing. Or maybe they cared more about getting their own rocks off. Even with Greg. And now even that is gone with him. I told you he doesn't even care to touch me any more. I don't know what it is. We still love each other, but the sex is gone"
I knew that. I even tried to help her when we first met. I thought about what I would like and told her to try it on Greg. She did. She went into the bedroom after showering, wearing only that thin pink robe she only bought recently, loosely belted, slightly parted, revealing the curves of her lovely breasts. I know her breasts are lovely. It may have been bad of me, but I asked her to send me a picture of how she would look before she tried it on Greg. It took a while, but she finally did, reluctantly. Anyway, she went to him and held him, kissing him good night, wrapping her arms around him. She always kissed him good night, but this wasn't going to be a quick one if she could help it. She never told me what happened, not in detail. All I know is that it ended up like all the other nights in her recent past with both going quickly to sleep. Still, he bought her flowers the next day.
"Phone," she typed and I waited, looking at the two of us, the two avatars. We were spooned, her back against my chest, my arm around her. The world was in night and the only glow was that from the fireplace and the only noise was the crackling of the fire. Peaceful. But I wanted more. I wanted her again. I wanted her to cum again.
"Greg has to work late," she typed. "He won't be home until 10." I saw the words on the screen, spoken by her avatar and I looked at the time. It was only 6, but could I convince her?
I typed rapidly.
"Stroking your hair. Its wildness after a fuck. Its softness. Our bodies still coated with sweat. My arm pulls you closer against me. Your smell. Your sex smell lingeringly drifting in the room."
I clicked on the bed, bringing up the menu, quickly finding what I wanted. My avatar shifted a little, hand now between her legs, stroking her.
"My hand reaches to cup your breast, feeling its fullness, taking your nipple between my fingers to squeeze it, then tugging gently."
"Then lower, between your legs, cupping your mound. My fingers lightly press your slit and feel your moisture and my cum."
"You're getting me horny again," she typed.
"Let me call you, Di. Let me hear your voice. Let me hear you being fucked."
I waited, watching my avatar's arm move between her legs, imagining our cum coating my finger.
"Ok," she finally replied.
I put on my headset and dialed her number. Her voice came over, a soft "Hello".
"Hello, Di," I said a little uncertainly. We hadn't done voice much and I know she preferred writing so it was always hard for me to think of how to start when we did talk. I wasn't sure how to continue now actually. Might as well plunge right into it.
"Even after just fucking you Di I need you again. I need to feel your pussy lips between my fingers." I paused. "Did you pulled your jeans back on?"
A "yes" came so low I barely heard it.
"Unzipper them," I whispered. "Slide your hand under. Under your panties. Hand flat against your pussy. That's how you like it, isn't it? Your panties pressing your hand against your pussy, trapping it."
A small sigh. "Yes."
"Rub yourself. Slowly. Get yourself ready for my cock."
I leaned back in my chair, the beginning of desire stirring in me, but not in my cock. No problem. I wanted to hear her and I did. Soft moans now, barely heard. So sweet.
"Are you ready to take my cock, Di?" A demand more than a question.
"Please," she whispered. "Please."
"What is it, Di? What are you asking for?"
