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So there I was, stroking myself to the thought of Millie with another guy. And I was enjoying it. A lot. I started to pick up speed as I approached my climax, but right before releasing I decided to pull back. I needed to talk to Millie.
I called her back. I was holding my breath as the phone rang. A small part of me didn’t want her to answer. It rang, and I thought about hanging up when she finally answered, “You want to talk about it?”
I cleared my throat. “Yes.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“I just need to know what happened.”
“I told you. I messed up. We left the bar and slept together.”
“No. I need to know how it happened.” My hand reached for my cock.
“Seriously?” She questioned. Her voice was so expressive I could see her eyebrows raise through the phone.
“Yes. I want to know.” As I finished my sentence I let out the slightest moan.
“What was that?”
“Oh my god,” I thought. She heard. What was I doing?
When I didn’t answer her question, she asked another. “Are you touching yourself?” Her voice wasn’t quivering anymore. It wasn’t inquisitive either. It was stern. Like a parent scolding a child.
I was caught and I couldn’t lie to her, so I told her I was and that I was confused. That I was just trying to sleep and started stroking myself and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She knew then what I wanted when I told her I needed to know what happened.
“So you want to know how he fucked me?”
She knew the answer to her own question. She didn’t wait for me to answer before asking, “So you want to know how he fucked me from behind or how I rode him?”
“Oh my god, Millie.” I moaned her name. It’s all I could get out. The next few minutes were some of the hottest of my life. My girlfriend proceeded to tell me what I was – for some reason I couldn’t explain – absolutely dying to hear.
“We left the bar together. He was holding my waste and kissing my neck and you know I can get when my neck is kissed. I knew I wanted him and that it was a mistake but I just knew I needed him in that moment. I told him he could come back to my apartment. I ordered an Uber and we continued to make out while we waited.”
I cut her off. “Where were your friends in all of this?”
“They had left, but I don’t know if it would have mattered. I was drunk and so turned on. So we were waiting for the Uber and we were kissing. And I told him how I wanted him. The Uber finally arrived and we got in. He wanted to keep kissing me in the uber but I told him to wait until we got back.
“We finally got back and I showed him to the entrance. While we were waiting at the elevator he told me how badly he wanted me. It was really turning me on. Inside the elevator we were making out and he was grabbing my ass hard with both hands. He was almost lifting me up to him like you do.
“When it got to my floor I led him to my door. As soon as it opened he was grabbing me and pulling my shirt up over my head.”
She paused. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”
“Yes,” I moaned. I wanted nothing more in that moment.
“My shirt was off and my pants were next. I completely stripped my bra and panties for him next. I was standing there naked in the entry way and he was fully clothed. It was so hot. So I reached for his belt and got to my knees. You know how I like to be eye level when the boxers come off.
“So I helped him out of his pants and then put my fingers under his boxers’ waistband. I looked up at him as I pulled down. He was only smirking back at me. Then I looked forward and smirked back. He was good sized and gave him a little peck before grabbing him at his base and taking him into my mouth.
I cut her off again. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum.”
“Good,” she said.