It all started with a voicemail.
I was away for a weekend with my closest girl friends. We hadn’t seen each other for a few years, so there was a lot to catch up about one another. We talked about promotions, politics, and our families. But that’s not what got me into trouble. What got me in trouble was talking about our love lives. Normally, I’m not the sharing type, but I had had many beers and a year long dry spell while focusing on my career. So of course Jason came up.
Jason was my flatmate. Not the kind of guy you would pick off the street as an attractive guy, but once you got to know him, you knew he was something special. I was telling my friends about how he had started working out after his last girlfriend dumped him. He is a big and broad guy, but very soft. After just a few weeks of working out, I began to notice the definition in his arms and in his face. What once was a soft round face was now defined by better eating habits and a new beard. When most guys came back from the gym, they smell gross and sweaty. Not Jason. He smelled manly and earthy more than anything. I couldn’t help but notice the outline of his cock in his sweatpants. It wasn’t very big, maybe average size. But from living next to him for a few years now, I know he knows how to use it.
I was describing how curious I had become about Jason. About his body, about how he would treat me. A few weeks ago, I begun to mastrubate to the thought of him throwing me down on his bed and having his way with me. My friends were surprised about my interest in Jason. It had been years since I had been with a cis man. Even so, I had never had sex with a real dick. I knew how to ride a strap, I even knew how to suck a strap. But Jason is the first person I have been interested in since my long term girlfriend dumped me. I told them how I wanted him to hold me down as he fucked my face. How I wanted to be crying out as he thrust into me, hard and fast. I wanted him to be mean to me and then hold me after. I wanted him to cum in me. I needed his cock to want me, to be throbbing with desire as I ask Daddy for more. “Ooo Ana, I didn’t know you were into creampie” they laughed. I went into greater detail than that even. I was drunk and with friends, so I held nothing back. I didn’t think anything of it.
Until the next day.
I had a missed call from Jason. There was a voicemail that said the simple words that would shock me.
“Did you mean it?”
I stood there with my mouth agape. There is no way he found out about all that I had said. Had one of my friends ratted me out? I look through my call history and see that I had butt dialed him at 2am. And left a 5 minute voicemail where I no doubt detailed how I wanted to be fucked by him.
Fuck.
I had a day to decide what I was going to do before I had to go home and face him at my flat. Do I text him and say ”just kidding”? Do I own up to it? Do I just move out and never speak to him again? My friends were no help. They said I should just fuck him and get it over with. But I couldn’t! At this point he was one of my closest friends. I didn’t want to ruin that friendship. I have a 4 hour train ride to figure it out.
Fuck. He’s picking me up from the train.
My stomach aches with the anxiety of facing him. But my pussy throbs with the thought of what he could do to me.
As I’m packing, I make the decision to just ignore it ever happened and see what happens. I rode the train comfortable in my decision.
–
He was waiting for me when I got off of the train. He is texting ferociously on his phone. He looks up and before he can help it, he smiles so big at me. I grin widely at the sight of this sweet boy.
“Hey, Ana” he says gingerly. Argh, has my name always sounded that nice, or is it just the way he says it?
The fear of what could happen after post voicemail goes away, but quickly returns after I hop into his truck. It smells like leather and cigarettes. Jason acts like nothing has happened. Like he hasn’t heard the detailed account of how I want to be fucked. It almost makes me believe that he didn’t leave me the foreboding message of “did you mean it?”
I follow his lead and don’t say anything. He almost fools me until he gently puts his hand on my thigh. I forget that he works with his hands. They are big and rough and calloused. He gives my leg a little squeeze and my breath hitches. I’m embarrassed at how wet it makes me. I wonder what his fingers would feel like inside of me.
–
I unlock the door and Jason goes straight to take a shower. Something about just getting back from the gym. I take this as my opportunity to get some relief. I grab my vibrator out of my luggage and barely make it to my room before I’m touching myself to the thought of Jason’s naked body. Then, I get the best and worst idea. I go lay on Jason’s bed. I am clouded by my desire and I almost want him to walk in on me. I think about what he could do to me on this bed and get closer and closer to orgasm.
I know how long his showers usually are. I’ll be fine.
Well, I was wrong. Jason walks in. Me with my hand between my thighs and him with only a towel around his waist. My mouth falls open. Not with the shock of getting caught, but with the look of his body. It had been so long since I had seen an even half naked man. He had a little bit of a gut, but the strongest looking shoulders. In two large steps, he makes it to the bed and he crashes into me. No hold back. His lips are soft and strong and gentle and rough all at the same time. He tastes like tobacco and mouthwash and it somehow turns me on even more. He moves down to roughly kiss my neck. Biting and leaving marks that I’ll worry about tomorrow. He moves up to my ear and growls “I guess you did mean it”
With this, I am jolted out of my stupor, and roll on top of him. Somehow his towel has stayed on and I feel his cock hardening beneath me. I am desperate to see what it looks like. I grind against him and a deep moan rumbles in his chest. I know how much he wants me, and I use it to my advantage. Even though he is stronger than me, I hold him down with my hips as I use him for my pleasure. I know I am so wet and we’re not even naked yet.
Right when I think I have control, he shows me what he can do. His hands move from holding my waist to my inner thighs. He rips my panties off, revealing my wetness. He dips his fingers into me, and I can’t help the noise that comes out of me. He continues to tease me until I’m seconds from coming. And then he stops.
Something in his eyes changes, and he pushes me down. Jason takes off his towel revealing his hard cock. He pulls off my shirt, revealing my breasts. I knew what he wanted me to do. I’m on the edge of the bed as he approaches me. I close my eyes and open my mouth slightly as he moves toward me. Holding nothing back, he pushes his cock into my mouth with a grunt. I take it, but not without gagging. I am a wanton wreck as he continues to thrust into my mouth- one hand holding his dick, the other touching myself. My eyes water and my throat hurts as he gets more and more of what he wants. He takes what he wants and leaves me a dribbling mess.
“I’ve thought about you in this position so many times” he says.
I take the power back. Moving away from his wanting cock, I now push him onto the bed and he looks up at me knowingly. I move along his shaft, letting him feel how wet sucking him off made me.
“I’ve thought about you in this position so many times, too”, I say as I begin to ride his cock.
He thrust into me as I began to lose control. He moans with my breast in his mouth. Despite being the girl who had never ridden a man’s cock, I watch as we get lost in the sensation. He abruptly pulls out of me and throws me onto my chest. My ass is in the air as he begins to fuck me from behind.
“Argh, Jason!”
“Fuck, baby, I know you want to call me Daddy. Call me Daddy” he says.
“Daddy, I’m so close, please, go harder” I say, my voice muffled by my face in the comforter.
He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head upwards. I grunt as he says “Say it louder”
“Daddy, please fuck me, please, you feel so good”
I feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. As if to tease me, he changes positions again. This time I’m on his lap as he holds my hips, moving me up and down his length. He begins to hit a spot deep within me. I moan in his ear. I grind my clit against him as I ride him and I get closer and closer. I’m basically screaming.
“Daddy, please, please let me cum” I sense him hesitate. I know we both want this moment to keep going. “Yes, baby, cum for me”
And with that, I feel myself release. My dry spell was over. I don’t hold back, and I now understand why I could hear him and his girlfriend. I practically scream with pleasure. The waves of desire continue as he pounds into me.
“Fuck, Ana” Argh, theres my name again. “Baby, I’m going to cum”
“Cum in me Jay, please Daddy”
“Are you sure?”
“Please, Daddy, I need it”
And with my permission, he cums in me, and I feel used and loved. I love the feeling of his throbbing cock in me. He falls back with me on top of him. We are both sweaty and breathing heavy.
He brushes my hair away from my face and says “I’m so glad you meant it”
This is my first time writing and I’m open to feedback!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gi45ja/it_started_with_a_voicemail_mf_friends_bi_woman