I roll over in bed and stare at the clock, the glowing red numbers reading 1:17 a.m.
I could call her. She's on the West Coast, it's not too late.
I shouldn't. I need to sleep.
But I can't. My body is on fire. Missing her. Laying in bed, without her next to me, I can't help but miss her body. Her warmth. Her bright blond hair like a nightlight in the dark.
Who am I? She's only been gone for two days, this is ridiculous. She's coming back in less than twenty-four hours. When did I become so needy? Needy for her.
I move my hand down to my thigh, gently rubbing my smooth skin, gliding higher and higher until I can feel the heat emanating from my pussy.
I slowly trace the outline of my pussy lips through the thin fabric of my underwear.
Before I know it, my other hand is groping around the bed for my phone. I find it underneath the opposite pillow, my eyes squinting instinctively as the screen comes to life in the dark.
Almost ravenously, I pull up my recent calls and find her name at the top of the list. Almost as quickly as I dial, she answers.
"Hey baby," I hear in her deep sultry voice. The voice that has become my favorite sound in the world. The voice that gives me goosebumps on my skin and butterflies in my belly. There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear that voice.
"Hi..." is all I can muster. My fingers are still tracing my sex over my panties, making my voice go breathy and wobbly. I probably sound like a psycho stalker on the other end. Just heavy breathing in her ear.
"Hey, what's going on?" she says, worry immediately evident in her voice.
I stop touching myself as soon as I realize she thinks something is wrong. "Oh... nothing's wrong! I'm sorry, I just couldn't sleep and wanted to check in..." I reply shyly, now feeling stupid for calling.
There's a beat of silence before I hear a small chuckle from the other end of the phone. "Haha! I see..." she says with a teasing tone.
Instinctively, I cover my face with my hand out of embarrassment. I feel like I've just been caught masturbating... which I basically have been, so...
"I just missed you... I wanted to see how you were doing," I said, trying to catch my breath.
"You wanted to see how I was doing at 1 o'clock in the morning, huh?" she said, obviously trying to stifle a laugh. "Is this a booty call?!" she asks, no longer able to hold back her laughter.
"...No, I just... I wanted..." I mumble, feeling more and more embarrassed with each fumbled word.
"Yes it is, isn't it?" She's no longer laughing, but I can still hear a tinge of amusement in her voice. But there's something else there as well. Her voice has gone darker. Maybe a hint of desire? "Tell me." She commands after a moment.
I've never been good at voicing what I want in bed. I'm shy, in and out of the bedroom, and get so quiet in awkward situations. She's the exact opposite. She's older than me and so beautiful and confident. She knows exactly what she wants and has no problem voicing it. It works when we're together, because she's able to bring that out in me, but without her physically here with me, I feel so uncomfortable saying what I really want. I guess I should have thought things out a little more before I called...
After a moment of silence, she says to me, "You called me, baby girl, now tell me what you want. I'm not there. How will I know what you want if you don't tell me?"
"Um... I... I just..."
"Okay, well if that's all, I'm gonna get going then." She says lightly. Love you, baby, goodni-"
"Wait! Don't go," I interrupt in a whinier tone than I intend. "I just... missed you..." I say quietly.
"You missed me, huh?" she asks.
"Yeah..."
"Did you miss... my lips?" she asks.
"Yes," I reply
"Say it," she commands.
"... I... missed... your lips..." I say, feeling my cheeks flush with heat.
"And where do want me to put my lips?" she asks.
"On mine?" I say.
"On yours? You want me to kiss you, baby? What else do you miss about me?" she demands.
I let out a small, involuntary whimper before replying, "Your hands..."
I can hear the smile in her voice as she responds. "Mmm... you missed my hands? And what exactly do you want me to do with my hands baby girl?"
"I want you to touch me," I mumble.
"Where baby? Tell me where you want me to touch you," she coaxes patiently.
"On my chest..," I say.
"You want my hands on your breasts? Okay." I hear a click on the other end. Turning off a light maybe? And then the sound of rustling sheets as she gets comfortable in her hotel bed. After a moment, she says, "I'm gonna need you to be my hands baby. Now, put me on speaker and take off your shirt for me pretty girl."
I hit the speaker phone button and lay my phone on the pillow next to me. I sit up and remove my shirt, tossing it onto the floor next to the bed. "Okay."
"Good girl," I hear from the phone beside my head. "Now, I want you to lick your fingers for me baby, get them really nice and wet. And then take your nipples in between your fingers. Roll them around, squeeze them as hard as you can take. Make those pretty pink nipples hard for me baby girl."