talking on the phone while my friend gives me oral [FM]

My friend R and I met in college and are now in our late twenties. We’ve been sleeping together for a few months and sometimes like to challenge each other to some friendly competition – sometimes sexual in nature, sometimes not. R won our most recent game, so for his reward, he requested that I write a gonewild story about one of our “sexcapades” together. This is the one I picked:

One Sunday afternoon back in March, R was staying at my apartment with me for the weekend. We’d already fooled around that morning, and we were both in varied states of undress – R in some loose gym shorts, and I in a short cotton robe that hung low in the front. We were lazing about on my couch when my phone rang. It was my mom.

I have a good relationship with my mom, and if I don’t answer the phone when she calls, I always call her back within the same day. Knowing that I’d have to talk to her at some point that day anyway, I decided I would go ahead and answer my phone. However, we aren’t so close that I’m willing to divulge details of my casual sex life, so it was important to me that she not know R was there. I left him on the couch while I took the call in my bedroom.

After a few minutes of listening to Mom vent about a situation at her work, I started to get a little bored. I also felt like I was being a bad friend for abandoning R in another room, so I decided to mess with him a little. Phone to my ear, I returned to the living room, untied my robe, and flashed my bare boobs at him with a big, mischievous smile on my face.

Grinning, R rose from the couch and walked toward me as I tried to tie my robe back. Eyebrows raised, he playfully gestured for me to open it again. While my mom continued to chat in my ear, R slipped his warm, soft hands into my robe and cupped both breasts. He squeezed them gently and ran his thumbs over his nipples, something he knows drives me crazy. Before I could think to stop him, he lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth. The suction of his lips and flicks of his tongue immediately had my nipple hard.

Mom soon changed the subject to our upcoming family vacation plans, and was now expecting me to be a more active participant in the conversation. I carefully pried myself away from R and turned to walk away, hell-bent on getting away from his wet, delicious mouth so I could concentrate. Of course, he didn’t let me off that easily. His hands firmly grasped my waist from behind to stop me. He moved my hair over one shoulder and I felt his lips press against my neck.

“I know we said we’d do Port Aransas this year, but now I’m thinking South Padre,” my mom prattled on. “What do you think?”

“Either one would be fine,” I responded, as R turned me around and inched me backward against the wall.

“I’m just thinking that there’d be more for the kids to do at Padre,” Mom continued, as R reached for my underwear and slowly peeled them off. He licked both breasts again, and then kissed his way down my stomach until he was kneeling in front of me. My robe was still hanging loosely at my sides, my breasts and pussy exposed to him.

“Isn’t the beach something to do?” I asked, absurdly still trying to engage in the conversation. I watched R as he kissed my thighs. We briefly made eye contact as he pressed his lips against my cunt. After a moment, he used his fingers to spread my labia apart and tantalizingly dragged his tongue up my slit. I bit my lip.

“Well, yes, but you know how fair-skinned the kids are. I figured we’d get out of the sun during the heat of the day – maybe go to an arcade or something?”

While I struggled to formulate an answer, R chose that moment to employ a technique that he and I fondly refer to as, “making out with my clit.” His lips mouthed my clit while his tongue lapped against it, producing a very wet and dirty sound.

I began panting a little and squirmed against R’s mouth. He looked up at me and grinned wickedly, knowing how difficult it was for me to not give myself away. I’m normally quite vocal about my pleasure, filling our hook-ups with the sounds of loud moans, heavy breathing, and lots of dirty talk. Staying quiet was going to be a challenge.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the phone call while my friend was enthusiastically entertaining my cunt. Somehow, my mouth managed to form words and questions relevant to the conversation, though my brain could barely process Mom’s responses. R apparently took my calm demeanor as a sign that he should step his torture up a notch. He slipped a finger inside me and began pumping it in and out, his face looking amused at my struggle not to moan.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered. His comment was unnecessary, as we could both hear the noisy proof of my wetness.

“I was thinking we could go that restaurant that had the real parrots in it,” Mom was saying. “What’s that one called?”

“Parrot Eyes,” I breathed, as R returned his lips and tongue to my clit. I used my free hand to grip his hair.

“What are you doing? You sound distracted,” Mom said in my ear, once again dragging me back from my reverie.

“I’m, um, cleaning,” I managed to reply. R carefully draped one of my long legs over his shoulder. I presumed he was simply getting a different angle, but he surprised me by starting to slowly lean back, pulling me with him. We ungracefully flopped onto the floor together, he on his back, and I on my knees – my cunt positioned over his face.

His motive suddenly clearer, I moved to scramble away, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me back, returning my wet cunt to his waiting mouth. A tiny sound involuntarily escaped from my throat.

“Hello? Did you hear my question?” Mom interrupted, her voice sounding impatient.

“Sorry…what?” I said, barely listening. R’s lips surrounded my clit and began gently sucking; the image of his face between my thighs was incredibly hot. I was using all the strength I had not to let out a loud moan.

“I asked if we could borrow your portable DVD player for the drive to the beach, to keep the kids entertained.” I could tell my mom was annoyed with me, but I was now too aroused to care.

“Yes, yes, sure,” I replied, eager to end the conversation. R’s talented mouth was getting me closer and closer to climax, and I really didn’t want to have an orgasm while my mom’s voice was in my ear.

Thankfully, she seemed to sense my lack of desire to chat, and suggested that we talk vacation plans later.

“Yes, yes, sure,” I repeated as R gripped my thighs and pulled me even harder against his mouth. I didn’t even wait for my mom’s response before I was hanging up the phone and tossing it on the floor.

I once again buried my fingers in my friend’s hair and began grinding my cunt against him. I happily rode his face, finally able to make all the noise I wanted. I came hard and loudly, my body shuddering against him, and covering his facial hair with my cum :)

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