Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Blair
Other than a text this morning saying they made it to the hotel, I hadn’t talked to Drea all day, and I missed her. We had been dating for only a few months, if that was even what we were doing, but I did. I missed her and I felt pathetic.
I had no idea what I was to her, and I was afraid to ask.
I wanted to stay in my blissful bubble for as long as possible, and I hoped we were on the same page.
What page that was, I had no clue, but what I did know was that whatever we had, I was getting used to it and I wasn’t ready for it to go away.
It was a little after ten at night, and I finally couldn’t take it anymore, so I texted her, telling myself I just wanted to check in:
Me: How’s it going? Has anyone gotten arrested? Are you missing me yet? ??
As soon as I saw the “sent” label under my message, I wanted to throw my phone into a river. Why would I ask that? Of course she doesn’t miss me. Stupid, Blair!
Drea: It’s going! No one got arrested, yet. And of course I miss you! Since the second I left. We are all pretty toasted right now, and Mackenzie just brought out more wine! ?? ??
I laughed and rolled my eyes. It was just the sex she missed, but something inside of me still smiled. At least there was something about me she liked, even if it was just the physical aspects.
It must have been that little ego boost, along with the fact that she wasn’t with me in person, that caused me to be a little brave.
Me: What would you do if you were here right now?
I anxiously waited for a response. A few minutes later, one came through:
Drea: Anything you would let me do… ??
I gulped, the images of the night she had me against the door flooding my thoughts. It still blew my mind that I could need her as badly as I did, and it wasn’t even just the sex. I needed her voice, her laugh, her encouraging words, I needed all of her.
Me: Such a shame you aren’t here then. The ideas I just came up with would have you begging to fuck me again.
Where did my cockiness come from? You would’ve thought I was the one getting drunk and not Drea.
Drea: It doesn’t take much for me to want to fuck you, Blair. Surely you’ve gathered that information by now. I can’t seem to stay away from you.
I didn’t want to seem like I was solely dependent on her, but I wanted to agree. I just couldn’t bring myself to stay away, not that I had tried very hard.
Every internal alarm was going off on why we were such a bad idea, and yet… she always found a way to silence them.
Whether it was feeling her body close to mine or during the little moments when she would text me just to share a funny meme she found or tell me to have a good day, I craved every aspect of her.
Me: Do you wish you could right now?
Drea: Yes, I really do. I want to bury my face in your pussy until you beg me to stop.
Holy shit! This was turning me on. The images my brain was coming up with were enough to ruin me. I probably could have come just from hearing her voice tell me everything she wanted to do to me.
Me: God, I’m getting so turned on, Drea.
Drea: Fuck! I wish I were there to take care of you.
Drea: Call me in five minutes? I’m going to sneak away.
I grinned and waited. When the five minutes passed, she answered on the first ring.
“Blair, fuck, I need you.”
I laughed. “Well, hello to you, too. What did you tell your friends?”
“I told them I had to go have phone sex and I’d be right back.”
I gasped. “Drea! No you didn’t!” I sighed in relief when I heard a sexy chuckle on the other end.
“Of course not, love. I told them I had to call my father.”
I smiled. “You’re not funny!”
“I thought I was rather funny. Are you actually wet, or was that just to get me turned on?”
I hummed. “Did it work?”
“Yes, Blair, I’m so fucking turned on! Just thinking of you over there, touching yourself, I could come.”
I laughed. “Well, I wasn’t lying, Drea. I’m so wet.” My voice sounded sultry, and I had never heard it before. This wasn’t something I did. I didn’t talk dirty on the phone, and rarely did I do it during sex.
Drea was opening up a different side of me. She was making me more confident in myself, and it made me want to try new things. I found out early on there were things I really liked during sex, or at least with Drea.
“Jesus Christ! Are you touching yourself right now?”
My breathing became heavy at her voice uttering those words, and I had no choice but to slip my hand between my legs. “Yes,” I breathed out. “What would you do to me if you were here?”
I heard an unzipping, and my clit pulsed at the thought of her touching herself.
“First, I would slowly pull down your underwear, kissing my way down softly as they rested at your feet.”
I moaned as I slowly started circling my clit.
“Then I would lay you down and start kissing your neck as my fingers found themselves around your swollen clit.”
“Fuck!” I breathed out. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Listening to you fuck yourself on the phone, how could I not? I’m so fucking wet, Blair.”
I hummed my appreciation. “What else would you do?”
“Before you were about to come, I would stop circling your clit and replace my fingers with my mouth, licking slowly while inserting two fingers inside of you, feeling that perfect pussy clench around them.”
Holy shit. The images she was painting were driving me wild. I was so tempted to beg her to take the next flight back here, but there was no way I could stop now.
“Drea, I’m so close,” I moaned.
“Fuck, I want to taste you when you come.”
“Wait!” I stopped my movements and sat up, thinking of something to make this moment even better. “There’s a toy I want to use.”
“Blair!” she whined, and I let out a little moan at hearing it.
I rolled over and reached into my drawer for my favorite toy. When I came back, I saw that I had a facetime call. “Drea?” I asked.
“I want to see you come, baby. Please,” she begged.
“Since you asked so nicely,” I teased, and answered the call.
“Hi.” She looked like she was in a hotel room, and she was sitting in a chair in only her bra and underwear. The sight alone almost made me want to forget the toy altogether.
“Goddamn you are amazing. Hi, sweetheart,” she muttered, staring at my bare chest. I was completely naked and lying in bed.
“You flatter me. Are you still touching yourself?” I asked. She nodded and lowered her phone to show her hand inside her underwear. God!
“I bet you’re so wet right now. I want to taste you!” I whined.
I angled the phone so she could see all of me and tried to hide my blush when I heard a pained, “Fuck!”
I circled my clit a few times before turning on the toy. It was a vibrating clit sucker that cost almost a hundred dollars, but it had more than paid for itself over the years.
I turned it on my favorite setting and positioned it on my already pulsating clit. The setting had made me squirt within thirty seconds more times than I could count. It gave a few pulses that were fast and intense, then a few that were a little gentler.
Seeing as how I was already wet from touching myself and seeing Drea, I was about to hit a personal best with that thing.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed so loud I hoped no one could hear me.
“Blair, you are so fucking sexy!” she moaned as she inserted a vibrator into herself.
Yeah… I wasn’t lasting thirty seconds.
“Drea, I need you,” I panted. My pulse was erratic and I could feel my orgasm coming. My moans became more frequent as I watched Drea fuck herself.
“I bet that vibrator feels so good sucking on your clit. I know you’re seconds away from coming all over it, aren’t you, baby?”
I nodded, mouth parted as I was reaching my peak. “Yes, it feels so good. It’s going to keep going until I squirt.”
“Mmm, I want to see you squirt so badly. Can you do that for me? Can I see you?”
“Yes, baby.” I moaned. “I want to squirt for you. I’m almost—”
I lowered the phone as my orgasm came rushing out with so much force. I had never come that hard in my life, and it wasn’t over. I didn’t stop even as I heard Drea’s own orgasm shortly after mine, and I came again at the sound.
I fell onto the bed, spent and almost deeply satisfied.
“I miss you,” I said softly, in a moment of vulnerability. “If it’s too soon to say that, I get it. Or if we don’t have that kind of relationship, I—”
“Blair? I miss you too… a lot, actually.” I looked at my phone and grinned.
“You better get back to your friends, I don’t want to be the reason you miss out on Fallon’s bachelorette party,” I added quietly, feeling guilty.
“They are hammered. They won’t miss me too much. Besides, I’m happy right where I am.” She smiled.
“Me too. But seriously, you better go. It’s getting late, anyway. I’ll see you when you get back.”
She sighed in defeat. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Fallon may seem like an angel, but if she’s pissed off enough, you’re going to know about it.” She chuckled. “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Sweet dreams, darling.”
I blushed at her sweet tone. “Goodnight, Drea.”
I hung up the phone and fell asleep with a warmth filling my chest.