The first time was an accident. Maria had picked up the phone in her room when it rang; when she heard her roommate Edith say hello to her long-distance girlfriend, she almost clicked the button to hang up – until she heard Edith’s girlfriend ask, “So – what are you wearing?” This should be good, she thought, waiting for Edith’s inevitably quippy reply.
Instead, she heard Edith say, “You know that bra you bought me for Christmas? The red, lacy number that I never wear because it’s so impractical?” “Mmhmm,” came a knowing murmur from the other end. “That, and one end of your favorite dildo.”
Maria almost dropped the phone. In a panic, she pressed the earpiece to her ear and moved the mouthpiece down toward her neck, afraid to breathe or make a peep. She listened to Edith’s girlfriend give orders which Edith presumably followed:
“Are you wet? Good girl. Slide the dildo in and out until it’s covered in your juices. Get on your knees; push it deep into your A-spot and pulse it there. Press your legs together to hold it in place while you put your fingers in your mouth. Make circles around your clit… painfully slow circles.”
All she heard on Edith’s end were moans and whimpers of assent and pleasure – then a strained pleading to be allowed to come, followed by a tortured groan when she was denied. When she finally did come minutes later, it was epic – Maria had never heard anything like it before. Like a house on fire breaking apart, sending embers flying into a black sky, lighting it up with red smoke. Maria had never felt like that before.
When they finally said goodnight, it was Maria who felt exhausted. She hung up the phone and turned out her bedroom light; lying on her back in the dark, she slid her hands under the bottom of her nightgown and flung it aside. She squirmed as she felt slickness warm her inner thighs; when she moved her hand into her panties, she was shocked by how wet she was. She slid two fingers inside her cunt with one hand while gently rubbing her entire labia with the other, up and down, thinking about the orders that Edith obediently followed. Her hips bucked and her breath caught as her orgasm had her. She turned her head to bite her pillow, curling into a ball, afraid to make noise; she fell asleep in her underwear, which stuck to her.
It was the first thing on her mind when she woke up the next day; she knew she had to come clean. Edith had been her best friend for years; there just weren’t any secrets between them. Dreading the conversation, she rolled out of bed and slouched into the kitchen for coffee.
When she sat down at the table, she noticed how perky Edith seemed – how light on her feet. Good. “Ed – I have something to tell you.” “What’s up?” Edith asked, a spring in her step as she fluttered around the kitchen, grabbing dishes and cups and toast and creamer. “I heard you last night.” “Oh, god,” Edith said, her movements suddenly halted. “I was so loud you could hear me through the walls? I’m sooooo sorry!” “No…” Maria continued. “I heard you on the phone. I picked up and couldn’t stop listening. I know it was a huge violation of your privacy – I’m so, so sorry, Ed.” Her face flamed. She expected Edith to yell, to slam things on the table, to be furious. Instead, Edith just looked… curious.
“Huh,” she said. “Huh?” replied Maria. Again: “Huh.” Maria looked at her, completely baffled, not really knowing what to say. It turned out she didn’t have to say anything. “Did you… like what you heard?” asked Edith. Still beet red, Maria looked into her coffee cup. “Yeah,” she practically whispered. “It was… it was really hot, Ed.” The words rushed out of her mouth like air from a tire. “Huh.” “Why do you keep saying that?” asked Maria. “Well – Lora might be into that.” “What?” Maria asked, her mouth ajar. “Yeah – she might be into the idea of someone else listening in. Let me check with her.”
Maria felt her nipples stiffen under her nightgown – from arousal or anxiety she wasn’t sure, but she was sure of one thing: every cell in her body was saying “Yes.”
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