Date: Mon, 02 Jun 2003 22:44:43 -0600
From: EricaG
Subject: End of a Phone Call

	The events that follow all happened during the end of an actual
phone call, between myself and Jenna.  Whether Jenna, myself, or the phone
are part of your reality is a decision you'll have to make for yourself.

	I'll even be so kind as to provide mundane physical descriptions so
that you can have as good of an image of me in your mind as Jenna does.
I'm Erica, a 19 year old pharmacy student, who plays soccer for fun, and
stands nearly 5'4".  I'm fairly thin, with good hips, and b-cup breasts
that, to use the phrase coined and abused by erotica authors everywhere,
are about the size of a medium peach, firm, with about inch and a half
areola, and nipples that stand out about a 1/4 inch.  I have brown hair
that hangs fairly straight down to about my shoulders, brown eyes, and a
well-trimmed fuzzy brown patch of pubic hair.  As for Jenna, she's about
5'6", and works out a lot, so her body is toned.  She has chin-length brown
hair with blonde streaks, brown eyes, and pert c-cup breasts. And if that's
not enough, use your imagination!  And now, for the main course (well,
really more about me, but I think that may be the point).

	During this last school year, Jenna's parents moved south to a
warmer climate, leaving her here to continue her schooling.  At the end of
exams, she went to join them, leaving me, her best friend of 13 years, and
occasional lover for 3 of those, alone in the frozen North (well,
comparatively, its still nice here).  What follows is a rough version of
the end of a long phone call near the start of June, the topic of which had
wandered, as all good phone calls do, from boys, to girls, to school, to
soccer, and to sex (or our present lack thereof).

	"Well, Erica, I think that's about it for tonight, its getting late
and I'm getting up to run tomorrow at 5am.  So I think I should probably
get some sleep now.  Talk to you later, hun, and think of my tongue
you-know-where."

	"Oh, I know where, get your tongue off my thigh, naughty Jenna!"

	In a voice laden with sarcasm, she said "Oh thanks Erica, get me
aroused..."

	"Or on second thought," I interject, "That feels good! Mmm... a bit
higher now..."

	"I may not make it to bed," she laughs.  "As inviting as that is,"
she begins to say, when I take advantage of her pause, and add "As inviting
as the image of me in tight, extremely short dark denim cut offs and a
white spaghetti strap lounging in a white leather chair with my right leg
over an arm, one arm thrown over the back, and right hand tracing patterns
above my knee?"  Her only response is a low moan.

	Taking this as tacit acceptance of my invitation, I begin to
describe a scene in first person, acting it out as I speak into the phone.
"I shrug my left shoulder, and one strap of my shirt falls down my arm,
showcasing the lack of a bra strap over my shoulder.  I slide deeper into
the chair, forcing the narrow denim strip of my shorts into my panty-less
crotch, and as I do so, I slip the other strap off my shoulder."

	I hear a rustle in the phone, and small moans, as Jenna slips off
her robe and begins to slowly rub her pussy to the sound of my voice.  "I
run my hand down my chest, pushing the shirt down to my belly, exposing my
bra-less breasts.  Deeper into the chair I slide, forcing my legs further
apart, and digging the denim deeper into the cleft of my cunt.  I slip a
finger up the leg of my shorts, pulling the fabric up tighter against my
clit."  I stop as I hear a deep, low moan in the phone, "You ok there
Jenna?"

	"Don't stop Erica!"

	"Ok.  I bend my head, and toss my hair, brushing it across my
burning nipples.  I lick the tips of the fingers of my left hand, sucking
two fingers deep into my mouth, and slowly pulling them out.  I slide them
along the bottom curve of my right breast, before taking the nipple and
rolling it between my fingers.  I give it a pinch, and begin grinding the
crotch of my shorts against my clit with my palm.  Then, I cup my right
breast and raise it up, bending my head so that I can flick my own nipple
with my tongue.

	In the background, I hear Jenna murmur "I wish it was MY tongue,"
but I just continue my monologue without interruption.  "I flick my nipple
with my tongue as I slowly undo first one button, then two, then the
entirety of my button fly, raising my butt up off of the chair.  I continue
to flick my own nipple as I slowly pull my shorts down. The tight cutoff
shorts peel off my legs, coming inside out with the crotch seemingly
clamped between my lips.  The last clinging strip of denim pulls free, and
I pull one leg out and back onto the floor. The shorts dangle abandoned on
one white-sock clad ankle, and I stop licking my nipple, blowing softly on
it before I lower my breast and raise my head."

	"So... hot..." moans Jenna, and I continue to provide a running
commentary.  "I rotate my ankle daintily, setting the shorts swinging, as I
begin to run a finger up and down my slit, spreading my juices along the
whole of my pussy. I bring a juicy finger to my lips, and twirl my tongue
around it as I massage my left breast. I bring my hand back down to my
pussy, and slide my middle finger along my slit, then as I slowly push my
finger in one knuckle at a time, I pinch my right nipple.  I begin to slide
my index finger slowly in and out of my pussy, rubbing small circles over
my clit with my thumb.  My hand traces loops and whorls around each of my
breasts, letting my fingers dance across my nipples and areola."

	Amid the moans coming down the phone line, I hear her say "... wish
I was there...", to which I respond "Me too", and delve deeper into my
tantilizing talk.  "I begin thrusting my finger into my pussy faster and
faster, until I reach a frenzied pace. Then, abruptly, I stop. My other
hand continues its tracing, with the odd squeeze or pinch for spice.  I
hold my thumb on my quivering clit, trailing my finger tip up and down my
slit.  Then, I plunge not one but 2 fingers deep into me, pinching my
nipple as I do so, throwing my head back and crying "Oh Jen, I wish I was
with you!"

	"I'm cumming!" she cries, the pun lost amid her ecstasy.  I draw
towards a close, calling out "I cross the two fingers embedded in my pussy,
and corkscrew them in and out rapidly, abandoning my breast with my other
hand to furiously rub my clit.  I start to cum, and as I do so I begin
chanting her name "jenna... jenna... Jenna!... JENNA!!!...", my voice
crescendoing as I cum.  As a denouement, I whisper "I hold an image of you
in my head as I lick my fingers clean."

	"That was fantastic," pants Jenna.

	"Worth staying up for?" I inquire.

	"Erica thank you so much you really made my night," she states, and
laughs "I will think of you at five am tomorrow."

	"Wear something nice and give an old man a heart attack," I
riposte, then close with "Goodnight Jenna, sweet dreams."

	"Goodnight," she responds "and the same to you."

	I grin, lower the phone, and take one last lick of my fingers,
before picking up my shorts and stumbling off to bed.

End

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