Part 6,
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It rang twice.
“Hello?” Brian’s voice came through, low and relaxed.
“Hey,” Janice said casually, her tone light. “It’s Jan.”
There was a short pause, then, “Hey, Jan. What’s going on?”
She gave a soft laugh. “Not much. Just laying here in bed… thought I’d give you a call.”
“Oh. I’m glad you did,” he said. “Is your car okay?”
She had turned onto her back, phone to her right ear so I could hear everything. I slid my hand between her thighs, feeling the heat already building. Her legs parted just enough, like muscle memory. My fingers found her pussy—still slick with my cum but already getting wetter. I started tracing slow, lazy circles over her clit.
Her eyelids fluttered for a second, but she kept her voice cool.
“My car’s perfect now,” she said, her tone already shifting into something softer. “Thanks again.”
“Good,” he said, his voice dropping just a bit. I could hear it—he knew. She was horny, and he could feel it through the phone. “Did you have time to think about our conversation the other day?”
That stopped me cold for half a second. What conversation?
I realized then that whatever happened during that hour she was at his place… was more than just about her car. I never asked. I didn’t want to ask. Until now, it didn’t seem to matter.
She looked over at me, biting her lip like she’d just gotten caught. Her eyes said everything. I didn’t press—I just gave her a look that said, It’s okay. I’m with you.
She took a breath. “Sort of… actually, the reason I called…” Her voice dropped a little. “I was just laying here thinking about how much I miss your cock.”
There was a pause on the line.
“…Damn,” Brian said, his voice suddenly lower. “Wasn’t expecting that.”
Whatever they’d said before didn’t matter now. I’d already given her the greenlight. She was running with it. I leaned over and cupped her tit, gently squeezing, then kissed her nipple—letting her know I was still with her, still all in.
She smiled at me. I mouthed “I love you,” without a sound. Then I pressed two fingers between her pussy lips, sliding them through her wet folds. She lifted her hips just slightly, sucking in a breath as I circled her clit.
“I do,” she said into the phone, voice getting filthier by the second. “I’ve been thinking about when I sucked you off. You were so hard… so thick… I could barely fit you in my mouth.”
“Fuck, Jan…” Brian muttered. “You’re getting me hard right now.”
She turned and looked at me with that wicked grin, the one she always got when she was about to cross a line and knew I wanted her to. My fingers dipped into her—she was drenched.
“I remember how you grabbed my head,” she said, her hips grinding against my hand. “Made me take all of it. I was soaked just from sucking your cock.”
“Yeah?” he said, voice breathier now. “You want it again?”
“I don’t just want it in my mouth this time,” she said, her tone low and thick. “I want you to fuck me, Brian. I want you to stretch my pussy. Hard. Deep. I want to feel your cum leaking out of me after.”
I slid a third finger in. Her whole body twitched.
“You serious?” he asked. “You want to do this?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Tomorrow night. If you’re free… I’ll come over.”
“Fuck yes I’m free,” he said immediately. “You tell me when. I’ll be ready.”
“You better be,” she purred. “Because I’m gonna show up soaked. I want you to fuck me like a slut. Fill me up. Leave your load dripping out of me.”
My cock was hard as steel, throbbing while I fingered her, listening to every word she said to another man.
“You have no idea what you just started,” Brian said.
She smiled at me, eyes glowing. “Oh, I think I do.”
She ended the call and tossed the phone to the bed.
Her pussy clenched hard around my fingers.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” she whispered. “Hearing me talk about how I’m gonna let him fuck me tomorrow… while your fingers are inside the pussy he’s gonna stretch open?”
I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, breathing hard, my cock aching and leaking.
It was real now.
Tomorrow, she was going to fuck him.
And I couldn’t fucking wait.
* Stay tuned for part 7. Again, I am just want to tell my story. this is cathartic for me.
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