He included his number and signed off. Megan replayed the message. And then again. There was something in his voice when he confessed to having had a ‘really great time’ which put her in mind of their moments of pleasure. She brought her phone through to her bedroom, closed the door and lay on the bed. Impulses beyond her control seemed to take over, and soon she was fantasizing their next phone call.
Hmmm... which part was ‘really great’ for you, Jake?
She imagined his voice, husky and low. When you showed me how wet you were. How ready you were for me.
She put the phone aside and let her hands travel downward. What about when I helped to slide your big cock inside me?
Skirt up... panties down... What about when you came together with me, that first time?
Hmmm it was so strong... I could feel you tightening... your pussy urging me on...
Fingers gently parted Megan’s warm, wet lips. Or what about the second time, in your bed, with me riding you?
You looked amazing... Rising and falling slowly on my erection... Your face a picture of pleasure...
She began a soft circling of her clit. Do you remember the third time?
How could I forget? I’ve never cum that way before...
Her orgasm was a slowly unfolding narrative in her mind, her personal highlights reel from the wonderful evening of unselfconscious sex they had shared.
So intimate... so special... cumming in each other’s mouths...
Fingers duplicated his deep thrusting inside her, and when it came, the much-needed release saw her back arching in pleasure as she brought to mind his mouth on her pussy, that first time.
Megan was careful to wash up a little before touching her phone, but got a special kick out of calling him while she was also gently toying with her clit. “Hey, Jake?”
“I was hoping you’d call,” he said. Background noise told her that Jake was driving.
“So, Saturday night, huh?”
“Yeah. What do you think?” he asked.
She allowed a few seconds’ silence. I think that nothing more than a goddamned voicemail just made me horny as hell. “I think I’m free,” she said, nonchalant. “I can probably move some things around.” The smile in her voice betrayed her sarcasm, though she was determined not to appear too easy, especially after being so intimate on their very first date.
“Great. May I pick you up as early as 5.30?”
What’s the plan, Jake? Sex even before dinner, this time?
“You may, young Sir.”
Jake cleared his throat. “Not that I would ever presume, but... May I also recommend an overnight bag? I kinda have something special planned.”
***
Erica was buzzing as though she were Megan’s maid of honor before her wedding.
“Try these,” Erica said, tossing Megan a box containing silver earrings. Jewelry wasn’t the problem, they found. An hour of debate had produced little progress until Erica found a stunning, navy blue dress with lace cut-outs in the back of her closet and convinced Megan to try it on. After that, Erica’s advice had been simply for Megan to wear the sexiest things in her underwear drawer and get her hair into shape. They were so well organized that Megan had time to sit and do nothing before Jake arrived.
“So, where’s Loverboy taking you?”
Megan shrugged. “He didn’t say. All he said was that I should be prepared to stay overnight.”
“Duh... Yeah!” Erica exclaimed, as if acknowledging the entirely predictable. “I mean, you could bring him back here, but I don’t know if we’re at that stage in our friendship yet.”
“Stage?”
“I’d try it if you wanted me to,” Erica said demurely. “For the sake of science.”
“Try what?”
“Never mind,” Erica said, swatting Megan away. “Did you charge your phone?”
“Why, are you going to want text updates throughout the evening?” Megan joked.
“I might! Besides, I’ve heard so little about your first date.”
“And that’s the way it’s going to stay,” Megan assured her. A little detail was fine, she had decided, but she didn’t need all of her friends gossiping about it.
“Oh, come on!” Erica complained, slumping into the sofa. “I’d tell you every last detail if I had a date with a guy that hot.”
“Well,” Megan explained patiently, “we’re a little different in that particular way.”
They heard a car pull up and, yet again, it was Erica who was first to the window. “No Lamborghini this time,” she said. “But I think you’ll like it.”
Megan peeked through the front windows, almost reluctantly, and saw that their ride this evening was a gleaming, black limousine. “Wow.”
“You have to admit, he keeps trying, even after you let him...”
“Enough!” Megan found her purse, attached earrings and smoothed herself down. “How do I look?”
Erica studied the brunette’s shapely figure, the way the dress accentuated all of her best features, and the sensuous wave formed by her hair. “If I were a guy,” Erica admitted, “I’d totally fuck you.”
“Thanks, honey. Don’t wait up, OK?” Megan grabbed her packed overnight bag and headed for the door.