“Why you being so quiet?”
“To tell you the truth, I’m laying up here with one hand holding the phone and the other down my panties. I am so horny right now. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Naw, that’s all right. It’s not like I haven’t been thinking about you that way while we’re supposed to be having a heavy conversation. It’s been so long for me, you know.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve even wanted to be with anybody like I want to be with you. I think about you so much, and I try to tell myself, ‘Quit calling her so much! You’re running up your phone bill and probably getting on her nerves!’ Even though we haven’t met, I feel like I miss you. Damn, I wish you was right here!”
“Girl, I feel the same way, too. We just have to wait for my vacation time to come up. It’s only a couple of weeks away.”
“That just seems so far away, though. My loneliness and my horniness need to be satisfied now!”
“Well, we’ve both been doing a good job of satisfying the loneliness, since we’ve been talking on the phone almost every day. As for the horniness … Well, you got your hands on your stuff and … you know, it’s really funny, but just before you called I was getting ready to go to bed and play with my toy.”
“Your toy? What does your toy look like?”
“It’s seven inches long and an inch thick. It’s black, hard and plastic, and it’s curved at the end. It takes two ‘C’ batteries.”
“Umph, I’m scared of that. I have a toy, too, but it doesn’t go inside like yours sounds like it does. It’s a plug-in with a big knob on the end that I rub against my special spot.”
“Well, I use my toy both outside and inside. Damn, the more we keep talking about it, the more I want to play with it.”
“Hmmm … You think you could play with your toy with me on the phone here?”
“You want me too?”
“Yeah, I think I want to hear you get off. Could you do that for me? I hope that don’t sound too freaky.”
“Girl, you talking to the original Super Freak. Hold on.”
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“You hear that?”
“Yeah, I can hear it buzzing all over the phone. Tell me what you’re doing with it now.”
“I’m holding the tip of it against my clit. Now I’m rubbing it around and around … Now I’m pressing it hard against my clit … mmmmm.”
“Ooh, you are making me so wet. Keep on making noises like that.”
“Mmmmm … ooh … aw … Oh!”
“You know what I want to do to you right now?”
“Oooooh … what?”
“I want to take my tongue and lick your nipples …”
“Mmmmph!”
“…And then go down from your breasts to your belly and stick my tongue in your belly button and go round and round.”
“Aaah, aaah … oooohh…”
“Then I’m gonna go lower and brush my lips against your pussy hair.”
“Oh … oh … OH!”
“You cumming?”
“Uh … almost … there.”
“You sound so good with that moaning. Keep going.”
“Keep … mmmm … talking to me.”
“All right … I’m gonna spread you open and lick your clit … How do you want me to lick it?”
“Awww … suck it … hard … ooh”
“I’m gonna wrap my lips around it and suck it real hard …”
“THAT’S IT … OH! … OH! … grrrrr … OH!”
“Oh yes, damn you so sound so good!”
“Ooh … oh … aaah … mmmm … whewww … I am laying here, with my legs wide open, just covered with sweat … oh yeah.”
“How about another one?”
“Girl, I’m about to pass out now. What about you? Can’t I hear you cum?”
“Honey, listening to you was good enough for me … for now. It’s so late, and we’ve been on the phone so long.”
“Mmm … yeah … so when you gonna call me to give me mine, woman? You gonna make me wait all the way ’til next weekend?”
“Well, hell, we’ve talked to each other three times this week …”
“Um-hm.”
“And I’m scared of what my bill this month is gonna look like.”
“Yeah, I know … mine too.”
“So … well … hmmmm … what time you want me to call you tomorrow night, girl?”
“After eight, after I get home from work and eat. You gonna have your toy ready?”
“Ready and running at super-freak speed!”
The End
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This story was first published as “Reach Out and Touch Me” in Gay Black Female magazine in 1997. It was most recently reprinted in Longing, Lust and Love: Black Lesbian Stories, edited by Shonia L. Brown (Atlanta: Nghosi Books, 2007). Visit Stephani Booker’s web page for more information about her work: http://mnartists.org/Stephani_Booker
Boobs: Women Will Like This Down To Earth Story, Too…
May 10, 2012 — pittsburghflashfictiongazetteHello hello hello, everyone from all over the world!
The Old Soldier is in high spirits. I did all of my morning requirements: breathing and stretching exercises, one post up before noon, eat breakfast and wash the dishes and at least 15 minutes of apartment cleaning. When you are retired it’s easy to get lazy. My morning requirements guarantee that I get something accomplished before noon.
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It’s around 4:00 in the afternoon on a mild (62), and what has turned out to be a sunny day in Pittsburgh. Oh, this morning the Old Soldier also shaved his head in preparation for karaoke tomorrow night at Del’s. That was another accomplishment. Now tomorrow I only have to shave my face. Got to clean up for the women, young and not so young.
I just came back from Del’s. I had two beers then went across the street to the supermarket and got three turkey wings for my crock pot. And since I did not spend any money yesterday, trying to stay within my budget, I picked up a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer at a bar down the street from the supermarket.
Then sitting at the workstation in my apartment, with the turkey wings in the crock pot and sipping on a can of beer, I wondered if I could put up another post before the blogging day was over. I came up with this story of mine from the archives. This version, I think it’s the first version, was published on November 15, 2008.
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Boobs
It was a rainy March night in Pittsburgh. I sat with a female friend in a bar at a table at the big window that looked out on Forbes Avenue near the campus of the University of Pittsburgh. She and I had been drinking and now we were waiting for our wings, celery and blue cheese dressing, you know, to sober up a little before class. We were both in our early forties and worked steady jobs and we were taking the same night class at Pitt. It was Friday and we were prepared for class and neither of us had to get up early Saturday. So we could afford to get a little drunk. I was single but had my eye on a classmate I hoped to hookup with soon and my friend had been dating a new man several months now.
“Boobs,” my friend said. “What the hell is it with all you men about boobs?”
“What?”
“Don’t you know there’s more to a woman then just her breasts?”
Her breasts were large and for her age they looked pretty firm and still sat up relatively high. I said, “Lover boy working them over pretty good, huh?”
“I think I’m a cup size larger.”
“Well, maybe you’re just pregnant.”
She suddenly got quiet. I was just joking around. The waitress brought our wings.
“Everything all right here?” the waitress asked. I looked at my friend. She was staring out into the rainy night. A “Little Help From My Friends” by Joe Cocker was playing on the jukebox. There was a nice crowd, mainly undergrads, in the place.
“Two more beers,” I said. The waitress left. I said to my friend, “I was joking.”
She said, “I’m pregnant. He doesn’t know it yet.” She looked at me. “Now what do I do?”
“Stop drinking alcohol?”
“Smart ass. You know what I mean.”
“Yes, I know what you mean.”
The End
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