My phone rings at two thirty a.m. Immediately, I’m on high alert. I sit up in bed and grab it. It’s Ali.
“Ali? Are you okay?” My heart is hammering.
“I’m fine. Sorry I woke you. I was hoping you’d still be awake.” Her voice is gravelly and low, and I relax. I don’t want to tell her that I’ve been asleep for about two hours because then she’ll want to hang up.
“It’s okay. I just went to bed.” I’m trying not to sound groggy. I know there’s a time difference between Phoenix and Chicago, but I can’t do the math right now. She’s been at the spa for three days, relaxing and enjoying much-needed pampering.
“I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about you. Our weekend was perfect,” she says. Her voice is low and thick. Has she been drinking? I smile and don’t know why. Yes, our weekend was incredible, but I can tell she’s somewhat off. Maybe not totally drunk, but definitely tipsy. I wonder if she’ll remember this in the morning. I decide to play with her.
“Oh yeah? Tell me what was perfect about it.” I can’t believe I’m saying this. I don’t know where my boldness is coming from.
“The way you taste. Everywhere. Perfect.” I can hear her smile and my stomach flip-flops. God, she’s so good with words. “I wish I could wake up and have you here. Then I could wake you up…like I did…remember how I woke you up our first time?” Christ, do I remember. Best sex I ever had.
“Oh, I remember,” I say. My voice is getting low, too. I lie back down on the bed now that I know everything’s fine and she just misses me. I want to tell her that she consumed me our first night. That she awakened my libido and did things to me I never expected to experience, but I can’t tell her yet. I’m far too reserved. I’m not very good at losing my inhibitions and being playful. Our relationship is just too fresh.
“I can’t even tell you my favorite part,” she says. Her voice is slurred and it makes me smile. “Oh wait! Yes, I can.” She’s excited now. “When you weren’t wearing any panties. That night. Mmm! That was so sexy, Beth. No, wait. When we were on the floor and I was dressed and you weren’t and you were on my lap. Mmm. Yeah, that was my favorite.”
At this point, my whole body’s on fire. I’m completely tense because I can’t believe she’s talking so openly. She sounds so sexy and I’m transported back to our weekend.
“What did you like? Did I do everything right?” she asks. “I mean, ’cause we can do whatever you want.”
I’m not sure if she really wants me to answer or if she’s aware she’s even asked me questions.
“Really, Beth. Was everything okay?” Okay, so she really does want an answer.
“It was perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a better weekend.” It’s simple and easy and answers a lot of questions.
“What was your favorite part? I want to know so I can do it again and again.”
I decide to give her a little bit more. “My favorite part was every time you came up behind me and put your hands on my body, I knew exactly what was going to happen.”
She’s quiet. “I don’t understand.” Now she really sounds confused. I blame my crappy two-thirty-in-the-morning explanation. Here goes nothing.
“When your hand was high up on my stomach, I knew it was going to be fast and passionate,” I say. “When your hands were on my hips, I knew it was going to be slow. And I loved both ways.” I know she’s going to want to know which style I like more.
“Really? I do that? Hmmm.” I can tell she’s thinking back and I don’t want her to think back further than me.
“The first time you touched me was pretty incredible.”
“You’re so soft.” She sighs. That’s not what I meant by her touching me, but I let it go.
“So are you.”
“And you’re so wet. How are you so wet?” And we’ve gone there again. “I mean, I’ve never been with anybody like you.” I’m torn between self-conscious, uncomfortable, proud, and pissed off that she’s comparing me to others during our conversation. I have nothing to say to that.
“Ali, why don’t you go to sleep? It’s getting late and you need to rest.” I do my best to divert her attention from my embarrassingly wet pussy because I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.
“It’s just so incredible.” At least I think that’s what she says, but it comes out slurred. “We need to have more weekends together. Weeks. Months.” She’s getting louder.
“We will. When you get done with your spa. Then we can see each other whenever we want.”
“I want to see you now,” she says. I can’t help but smile. Thank God she’s a happy drunk.
“It’s only for a bit longer. I promise.”
“Do you like to be tied up?” That question comes out of nowhere. At first I’m not certain what she said. But judging from the way my body just exploded with heat, I’m pretty sure I heard correctly. I’m quiet because I’m not sure what to say. I never gave being tied up a single thought until that first night we were together and she forced my arms up above my head. That was hot. I’d definitely consider letting her.
“Um, well, I’ve never done that before,” I say.
“What? Really?”
“No. Never.”
“Then we should do it,” she says. I hear rustling around.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Getting naked,” she says, as if it’s normal. I’m stiff with a mixture of excitement and fear. Is she getting naked because she’s going to sleep that way or because something else is about to happen? She’s quiet for a bit and then I hear her moan ever so slightly. I know what she’s doing and she sounds so delicious. A part of me thinks I should give her privacy, but she obviously wants me to listen or else she’d get off the phone. I’m not sure how I should do this.
“Do you want to tie me up or do you want me to tie you up?” I ask, trying my best at sounding sexy at 2:43 in the morning.
“Mmm.”
I have no idea what to say. “I think maybe you should tie me up because I loved it so much when you held my hands over my head. That was incredibly hot.” I can hear little moans and mews from her. She isn’t trying to hide the fact that she’s touching herself. “I wanted to touch you, but not being allowed to was an even bigger turn-on.” I cringe because I don’t know if this sounds sexy or not. I don’t know if this is what she wants. I guess it’s okay because I can hear her breathing deepen. “And when you bit me on the neck. I never knew that could feel so good.” I want to tell her that my body was on fire and my nipples were rock hard after the moment she bit me, but I’m nervous that it won’t sound sexy.
“I can’t wait to see you again. I like it when you take control of me. I like giving myself to you.” My voice is shaky at my confession. I know that once it’s out there, I can’t take it back. She’s moaning so loud now, and I can picture her naked in bed, her hair spread on the pillow, her thighs spread out as she plays with her clit.
“Oh, Beth. Yes, yes.” She’s half-moaning. I’m clutching my phone, straining to hear every sound on the other end.
“You’re so close.” I don’t realize I’ve said it aloud until she responds.
“Oh, God, I am,” she says, moments before coming. I’m in total awe of her. That was sensuous and beautiful and I’m afraid to breathe. Holy shit. I’m grinning and I want to groan, but I stay quiet because I’m still listening to her noises. She’s still moaning and I can picture her curled up in a ball, her body quivering with aftershocks.
“Why don’t you try to sleep now?”
“Okay. Thanks for staying up with me,” she whispers. I can tell she’s about ten seconds from sleep.
“Good night, Ali.” I smile.