Going the Distance
“Hello?” Tanya already knew who was on the other end of the phone – she’d been looking forward to this call all day. But she still let herself think, just for a second, that it wouldn’t be her. Maybe it was some telemarketer, or her ex, or her best friend. But no, of course it was her.
“Hello, Tanya. It’s me.” Only the most familiar people say those words, “It’s me,” instead of stating their name. Tanya didn’t need a name, though, because those two words were said by a voice she’d known for years. A voice which belonged to her girlfriend of five years, the woman she was planning on spending the rest of her life with. She hadn’t been planning on her girlfriend needing to move three states away for a few months, though. And only a few days after Seraphina had left, the floodgates opened – Tanya had never been so horny in her entire life.
Even after five years, sex was still frequent between the two of them, and nothing about it had gotten stale. They fucked in bathrooms in bars, on the kitchen floor, in hotels and in parks under the moon and stars. So when Seraphina had gone to Santa Fe, the lack of sex hadn’t taken long to give Tanya the worst blue-clit of her twenty-seven years of being alive. So phone sex had become a nightly ritual at her request, and Seraphina seemed more than happy to oblige.
“Are you wearing the butt plug?” Seraphina asked. “Like I told you to?”
“And did you do your errands while wearing it?”
“Yes, I went all around town with my ass all filled up.”
“Did you see anyone hot while you were wearing it, out doing your errands?”
Tanya guessed that Seraphina was already touching herself by now, as her voice had taken on that lazy quality it always did when she was experiencing pleasure. “I saw that woman who works at the fruit stand at the farmer’s market. You know, the one who never wears a bra. Today, she was wearing a tight halter-top, and I could see every single bit of her nipples. Even the aureole. They’re just the right size, not too big, not too small. And when I pictured putting one of her nipples into my mouth, I started blushing, because she was looking right at me when the thought crossed my mind.”
“And did you get off when you got home? Thinking about her? Thinking about fucking her?”
“Actually, I pictured the three of us, together. Both of you tied me to the bed, and each of you sucked on my tits, one mouth on each nipple, and you took turns fingering me. Then she sucked her middle finger into her mouth and began circling my asshole, while you kissed me and talked dirty to me, telling me what a slut I was, and you told me I’d have to beg you to tell her she could put her finger into my hole. Into my ass.”
“Oh God, Tanya. I bet you got off in no time at all.”
“I did. Twice.” Tanya slipped her hand into her panties, sliding it in between her pussy’s lips. She was wet as hell by now, and she hoped the same was true for Seraphina. It couldn’t hurt to ask, so she did “How wet are you?”
“Incredibly. And it’s all your fault, honey. All. Your. Fault.”
“Good. Should I tell you the rest?”
“Like I’d let you get away with stopping there. What else did we do to you in your fantasy?”
“After I began to beg, you slipped two fingers into my cunt, and she slowly slid her finger into my ass. I moaned up a storm, just from being penetrated, and then the two of you began to fuck me, to fuck each of my holes, and then both of you began to suck on my nipples again, and then…” Tanya moaned before she could finish her sentence – she was getting close, so close, to coming, and she could tell, just from her girlfriend’s voice, that Seraphina was just as close as she was, if not even closer. “And then, then you began to circle my clit with your thumb, and then you put a third finger into me, and she put a second one into my ass, and then, both in the fantasy, and in reality I came. Fucking hard, too. I even moaned as I got off, in our bedroom, the vibrator shoved up against my clit, and the buttplug still buried deep in my ass.”
“Good girl, wearing it all day long. I want you to fuck yourself with it now, while you play with your clit. I want you to fuck yourself with it, and to tell me how it feels.”
Tanya reached down to her ass, and began to slide the buttplug in and out, fucking hes own ass as she continued to rub her clit, and she did both things faster and faster as she told Seraphina all about it. “It feels so…fucking good, that plug sliding in and out of my ass. It’s been full all day, and I’ve been dying to fuck myself with it. Right now, I’m picturing you, and it’s you fucking my ass with a dildo, instead of just this plug and my own hand. And you’re fucking me hard, and telling me how slutty it is of me, to let you do such dirty, dirty things to me, to let you fuck my ass, to let you penetrate my tight little hole. And it’s a vibrating dildo, too, so you’re going to come while you’re fucking me, and I’m desperate to get off, too, but I won’t get to until you’ve gotten your turn.”
“Just like now, because…fuck…fuck…I’m…” And Seraphina’s moans traveled over the phone lines, over the many, many miles separating Tanya and her lover, and it was almost like she was there just then, coming and fucking Tanya’s ass. The sound of Seraphina getting off sent Tanya straight to her own orgasm.
Tanya removed her fingers from her clit, and slowly slid the plug out of her ass. “I just took it out. God, I feel so empty now. It’s almost a little sad, how empty I feel.”
“Maybe you should fill up your other hole tomorrow.”
“Maybe I should. So, how are you liking Santa Fe?” They talked for a few hours more, and instead of pleasure, Tanya felt a little sadness. She couldn’t wait for Seraphina to get home. She couldn’t wait to feel her girlfriend’s actual body against her own, to feel Seraphina writhing and kissing and fucking her and being fucked by her. But most of all, she couldn’t wait to see Seraphina’s face, sitting across from her at the breakfast table after they’d made love. Tanya pictured it now – Seraphina’s hair would be a little messy, and she’d be smiling as she chewed her croissant, and they’d be laughing over some joke Tanya had just made. This thought was more lovely than any fantasy Tanya could come up with, and she told Seraphina just that.
“I can’t wait to see you, either. Just think, only two weeks, and I’ll be home.”