Five
COLTON
This isn’t right. I can’t possibly be talking to the same woman who I’ve been having phone sex with for the past three weeks.
But I’d recognize that voice anywhere. The smooth-as-silk voice has my cock’s attention.
It’s the twenty-one-year-old daughter of my best friend, a student at the school where I teach.
She couldn’t be more off-limits if she tried.
Fuck!
If I wasn’t so attracted to her, this might be something I could get over. I haven’t seen her since she graduated high school, and even though I know she’s a woman, she’s still my friend's daughter. This girl, now a gorgeous woman, had my cock in her fist without even touching it. Or knowing it.
I don’t know if she knows we’ve talked on the phone, but if she does, she’s playing a perilous game.
At forty, I have quite a bit of experience with women.
Though I might not have had sex in years, I know exactly what to do to make a woman scream.
If she isn't careful, she’s going to end up underneath me with my cock deep inside her.
God, now I’m thinking about her getting pregnant.
I’m so going to hell.
But I’m obsessed. I can’t stop thinking about her voice or her body.
She’s wearing a black turtleneck shaped perfectly to her body, a plaid skirt, and socks with small black heels.
Her red hair is down, and the waves curl around her shoulders, going down to her elbow.
I can imagine how it would feel to wrap her hair around my first as I plunge my cock into her from behind.
Frustration grapples with thinking about the right thing and what I want to do.
What I want to do is fuck her until the only thing she’s thinking about is me, then cuddle with her against me in my bed.
But what I should do is stop calling Minx and let her go.
Stop thinking about her and get on with my life.
Being with her might ruin my relationship with my only friend and perhaps taint my reputation in the school.
I have crafted my life so nothing is surprising and everything fits.
It was comfortable when a lot of my life was chaotic and insecure.
A lot of hard work went into this approach to life, and now I’m faced with a predicament that will change my life forever.
I take a deep breath and adjust my cock under the table, praying my hard-on goes away before we stand up.
Sitting at the table, I look over at the red-headed angel in front of me.
Her pouty lips and big eyes tease me, and I think about the first time I talked to her on the phone just three weeks ago.
Three weeks ago…
“Hey, baby, I’ve been waiting for you to call,” she says. Her voice sounded like silk and sin.
She had the kind of voice perfect for a job like this.
Smooth and sensual. She could get any man to do what she wanted.
And for $3 a minute, she was all mine. Her voice sends shivers down my spine, and for the first time in years, my cock stirs with anticipation.
Perhaps Joe was right. I just needed a pick-me-up from the right woman.
“You have?” I reply. I don’t recognize my own voice. It’s rough and full of lust.
“Yeah, I miss you,” she purrs, and I walk over to my bed and lie down.
“You miss me? How much?” I ask, not knowing how this works but talking like I’d talk to a woman standing in front of me. She starts talking to you like she knows you, so I follow her lead.
“A lot,” she giggles. “I’ve been missing you and your big cock.”
Well, then. That got me hooked.
I undo my belt, and with the phone between my shoulder and my ear, I ask, “You miss it inside you?”
She hums with desire, and I pull my pants off and get back onto the bed. Now only dressed in a T-shirt.
I grab my now hard cock with my fist, but I don’t move. I just keep it there.
“Do you ache?” I ask her.
“Yes, baby. I ache so much,” she whines.
“What do you do to make the ache go away?” I ask.
I always get off when a woman pleasures herself. I love it. The way their fingers move on their pussy or when they push their fingers inside of them.
“I touch myself,” she says.
“How, baby? Tell me how you pleasure yourself.” I tell her.
There’s a deep breath taken over the line then she says, “First, I take off my clothes.”
“Are you naked now?” I ask.
I assume she’s not naked and sitting at a desk, but this is my fantasy, so she’ll probably say yes to anything I ask.
“Yes, baby. All naked.”
I breathe in and pull my cock a few times. I’m leaking pre-come, and that lubes my dick up.
“Then, I slide my hands down my stomach,” she continues, “My fingers reach my pussy, and I circle my clit.”
At the end of the sentence, her voice hitches. It's so hot, and I slowly slide my hands up and down my cock.
“I’m so wet. You make me so wet.” she moans, and I moan as well.
“You touching yourself, baby?” she asks.
“Yes,” I reply, my voice so jagged I could hardly get the words out.
“My fingers are inside me now,” she says, and my hands speed up.
“Yeah, baby,” I say. “How does it feel? Tell me how your pussy feels with your fingers inside of it.”
“Good. So tight and so wet. It’s so hot,” she moans. “I wish they were your fingers,” she tells me.
God, she’s good.
My hands speed up, and I don’t want this to end.
“Do you wish my cock was in you?” I ask.
She takes a large inhale and then breathes out a yes.
Fuck. There’s so much pre-cum dripping out of my cock. My balls are tight, and I’m about to blow.
“Make yourself come, baby. I want to hear you come,” I beg. She’s probably not remotely turned on, but she’s been very believable so far.
“Oh! I’m about to come. Oh, oh, oh,” she moans into the phone.
Then, as I come, I hear a scream.
“Oh! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
I ejaculate all over myself. My hand, my shirt, and some of my legs.
God, I haven’t come so hard like that since….ever. Sex has been good since high school, but it was nothing like this, and this wasn’t even sex. My body feels sated but ready for more. It craves her voice and her little breaths lingering on the phone.
She hums on the phone then I hear, “You good, baby?” It’s nice that she cares.
“Yes, thank you,” I say, and we both hang up the phone.
I shake my head as Pearl looks at me as if waiting for me to say something. I look around, and Greg and his wife look at me.
“Sorry, what did you say?” I ask Pearl.
She smiles with a full tooth smile, and my heart melts. Then she repeats herself.
“I was wondering how your work at the university is going?” She giggles, and I try and think about anything other than her perfect mouth.
I clear my throat and then answer her.
“Well, it’s going pretty good. I have two tests to plan out and another to correct. The students are great. We’re having a good time this year,” I say, then take a sip of my wine.
Pearl smiles and nods, then returns to her dinner. Greg is the next to talk.
“So, Colton, I was wondering if you were interested in attending the party at my school next week?”
I think, yes, I would like to go, but just before I say anything, Pearl speaks up.
“That would be great. I’m going too.”
I sink lower into my chair. Part of my agreement was the chance that she wasn’t going. It’s best if I stay as far away from her as possible. I look over at Greg, who has hope in his eyes.
“Sure,” I say, regretting it immediately. “I’ll go.”
Greg pats me on the back a few times, then says, “Great. It’ll be great to have a professor there. You’ll be so popular.” he says with a big grin.
I look at Greg again and see him smiling at his wife.
I love this family.
I always have. I didn’t have much of a family growing up.
My parents left my sister and me with my aunt and never returned.
My aunt tried, but she wasn’t prepared to be a mother to two kids, and we weren't easy, with my sister being quiet and me being very angry. We were a handful, to say the least. Greg has always made me feel like a part of his family, and I wasn’t going to ruin that.
I was just going to have to get over Pearl.
Perhaps I would find some woman at the party next week who could get my dirty mind off of Pearl, once and for all.
Yeah, right.
My mind says, and I shrug off the doubt.
I need to for the sake of her family. Greg would kill me for having these thoughts about his daughter, and it would be even worse if I were to become physical with her.
Come to think of it, I don’t know how he would react to her being a phone sex operator. Does he know? She lives in his house. How could he not? I drink the last of my wine and ask to be excused.
“I think I’m gonna go home before I have too much,” I say and leave the table. I had only one glass of wine, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be alright to drive home.
I’m at the door when Greg and the family say good night.
“Good night, Colton,” Pearl says, running toward me and giving me a big hug.
An oomf escapes me, and I lean back after taking the force of Pearl's hug. Her close proximity reminds me that my erection hasn’t gone down since dinner, and I think she can feel it.
We exchange eye contact, and a smile pulls at her lips. She steps back and waves at me. I wave back, my mind working on autopilot as I walk out the door.
The cold air is a welcome to the heat running through my veins. I walk over to my car and start it and drive off. Thinking the whole time—I’m fucked.