“Let’s celebrate this weekend!” Tommy said excitedly over the phone.
“Celebrate what?” I asked, smiling and imagining the huge smile he had on his face. I had gotten home from a long day at work and made myself comfortable on the couch I was sleeping on, while trying out a new job two hours away from where I lived. The friend I was staying with had already gone to bed. I was so happy Tommy had called, especially since I had already talked to my boyfriend Terri on my way home from work. Now hearing from our lover Tommy tonight also was the icing on the cake. I was missing them both, and was very much looking forward to seeing them when I went back each weekend.
“I got two gigs starting next week!” he said excitedly.
“Two nights?” I asked. He had been playing his guitar and singing places here and there trying to build up a following.
“No two gigs,” he explained, “One weekday gig at a restaurant and one weekend gig at a bar.
“Wow!” I responded, “You’ll be working every night!” I was happy for him, but immediately wondered how Terri and I would see him on the weekends if he was going to be working.
“Yes,” he said, “Even more reason to go out to my parents’ river house this weekend and enjoy some time together before it gets hectic.”
“Yes,” I happily agreed. The river house is where I had first asked Tommy to join Terri and me in bed. Since then we had continued our happy threesome.
“But I don’t want to wait until this weekend to cum,” I whined. I was used to more regular sex with them before I had taken this job, and now I was alone each week.
“Let me make you cum now,” he said.
“How?” I wondered.
“Do what I say,” he said in his gentle commanding tone.
“Um, no,” I protested, “I’m on the couch!”
“Is anyone there?” he asked.
“No,” I said, “Everyone is still asleep.”
“So,” he said, “Keep the blanket over you and put your knees up babe.”
“Yea?” I asked hesitantly.
“Yes babe,” he confirmed, “No one will know.
“Ok,” I agreed.
“Touch your clit,” he continued, “Is it wet?”
I did as he asked. “No,” I moaned, “It’s not wet.”
“Stick your finger in your pussy and make it wet,” he requested and I obeyed.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned, “Are you hard?”
“Yes,” he breathed and I wondered if he was stroking his cock all the way up and down. I loved watching him do that and wished I could see him now. Instead I closed my eyes and imagined.
“Are you wet at the tip?” I asked licking my lips wishing I could taste.
“Yes,” he moaned.
“Oh,” I said, trying to be quiet so this could continue without anyone in the house knowing.
“Put a finger in your pussy,” he said.
Once I did and felt my wetness, I sighed, “I wish it was you.”
“Keep it in there,” he said, “And bend it.”
“Oh!” I moaned. That did feel good!
“Take your other hand and rub your clit,” he said as his breath increased. I propped the phone up and reached down to stroke my very swollen clit, as my fingers slid in and out of my dripping pussy.
“Oh yes,” I moaned quietly, “I’m going to cum.”
“Yes,” he said, “Cum with me now!” I was breathing hard and listening to his moans. Hearing him so excited, catching his breath, being in the moment with me was all I needed to send me right over the edge. My pussy clenched around my fingers while I relished in the feeling of my orgasm washing over me. I heard him gasp and knew he was cumming too.
As our breathing eventually slowed, he said, “Well, it’s not as good as being with you, but I’ll take it.”
“Thanks,” I sighed happily, “That should help me make it through my day.”
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