I wait for her call every Friday night. I sit by the phone, counting down the minutes, or hours, until it rings. When it finally does, my stomach drops as the room tilts around me. The temperature rises until my skin bakes. I always feel so out-of-sorts, my mouth is always so dry, and she always sounds so normal when she says my name.
"Lexi!" She'll exclaim, and I swear this time it will be different.
"Hi, Julia." Her name coats my tongue like sticky juice from a ripe cherry. I close my eyes, unbuttoning my jeans. I always hear her name in sunshine.
"You won't believe the week I had. It's been so exhausting. I was thinking of going out tonight with Justin."
"Oh?" Jealousy spirals from my throat to my stomach.
"You know, we've been seeing so much of each other lately. He sorta, just, swept me off my feet." Her laugh is light and casual.
"Have you...you know...?" My chest tightens. I know I'll hate her answer. I push my jeans down to my knees to cup my pussy lightly. I'm already wet.
"Well...normally I don't kiss and tell...but...oh my god, Lexi, he's amazing!" Her voice is thick with excitement. I can see them in her room, on her bed, tangled in tangerine, silk sheets. Her pale body is silvery slick, her hair soft around his face. She intoxicates him with the sweet smell of sex and sweat.
I struggle to keep my voice steady. "How long has this been going on?"
"Not long. The first time was a couple of weeks ago. We'd been dancing around each other for awhile."
It probably started with a kiss. Her soft lips working his, her hands on his shoulders, his back, his chest. I slide my fingers between my lips and circle my hard clit. "Are you guys serious now?"
"Yeah..."
The pain strikes my gut, like a hard blow, battling with the pleasure that circles my body. The conflict makes the agony sharper; it makes the bliss turn red. It's a slow burn in my body, a steady drip of bloody tears. My throat closes.
"You'll like him, Lexi. He's a good guy. He's got a friend you might be interested in..."
I just need her to keep talking. Her voice is the life-line. It connects me to all the memories of incidental caresses, her sweet breath against my ear, the whisper of her long hair down her back. Our first, our only, kiss when she was drunk, and my skin crawled with desire until I grabbed her by her hair.
"But you will not believe what he did last night..." Her gentle sighs sends a million butterflies roaring through my chest. Their wings fill my lungs.
"What?"
"Have you...God, I can't believe I'm actually going to say this...but have you...well...OK, I'm just going to say it. Have you ever had anal sex?"
Oh Jesus God. I abandon my clit, instead sliding two fingers deep inside. I hit my g-spot squarely. Biting my tongue, I taste copper and move my hand faster. "No," I finally say when I can, though it's more of a squeak than an answer.
"You're disgusted aren't you?"
"No, no," I assure her. "I just...I've never had the chance..."
She's on her hands and knees, trembling. Sweat rolls down her face. Her thighs are damp, her pussy is hot, clenched tight, and her moan is low and sweet when he slowly slides into her ass. It's dark. The room is dark. Her groans are dark, loud. Heat rapidly fans through my body, rolling through my mind, my flesh. I pull my hand away quickly, afraid of the coming orgasm.
"It was intense...a little scary at times...I never thought I could do it."
I slowly rub my swollen clit again. It's pulsing and jerking beneath my finger. I try to pretend it's her finger. I try to pretend it's her mouth, her lips, her tongue, and I brace myself for the answer to my next question. I know her. I know the answer. My hips jerk and the heat hasn't faded. It's making my blood rush from my head, making my skin tingle, making my heart hammer in my ears. With a thick tongue, I ask, "Do you love him?"
"I know it seems kinda fast..." My thighs are quivering with tension. "But yeah, I think I do."
I writhe as my muscles constrict. A hard, bitter orgasm slams my body as tears prick my eyes. I can't hear any more, but I can't hang up the phone either.
"I want you to meet him. I mean, I need my best friend's approval, right?"
I cover the mouthpiece with my hand and exhale loudly. I count to five and wait for my legs to stop twitching. "Yeah, we'll hook up next time I'm in town. Hey, look, Julia, I've got to go..."
"Oh, are you sure?"
My face is hot and wet. I can't take anymore.
"I've got an early day tomorrow."
"Well...call me this weekend, ok?"
"Sure, yeah, I'll do that."
I hang up the phone before she can respond...and I start counting the hours until we'll talk again.
Originally published October 2005 - "Naughty Tricks and Sensual Treats"