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“Can I call you tonight?”
Steve leans against the side of your locker; his arm resting casually on the dark metal as he looks through thick lashes towards you. It was a cliché, really, but you enjoyed the display nonetheless, and he knew you did, confirmed by the way your red tinted lips turn upwards, corners curved at his question. He pictured them often in all sorts of ways, your soft words in his ear an aide to his imagination as he thought about the warm trail of kisses you could leave on his body, or the feeling of your tongue wrapped around the most sensitive part of him, your lips plump and shining with spit; even the thought of your lips moving against his own, slow and deep, would make him moan down the phone to you, a favour you gladly returned to let him know he wasn’t alone in his desire.
You lick your lips and meet his stare, a lustful gleam in his eyes which makes your stomach flip. You can’t help but think whether his gaze would hold such an intensity whilst buried inside of you, hitting the sweet spot you find difficult to reach on your own, and making you purr with pleasure as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
“Absolutely.”
Your hand moves up to shut the door of your locker, which closes with a slam, although the loud noise does little to break through the tension that lingers between the two of you. You smile up at him, and he returns this, lines crinkled at the corner of his eyes, emphasising the freckles scattered across his tanned skin, seemingly random at first, although you bet you could find a pattern amongst them if you spent the time to study his face, tracing the marks with your fingertip. You resist the impulse to reach your hand up to his cheek and share a tender moment with the boy you had grown to care so much for.
“I can’t promise I’ll pick up though.” You finish, somewhat slyly, in an attempt to divert your own thoughts, back to a teasing nature. Steve raises a brow, amused at your display of feigned indifference. In truth, you’d be waiting for his call by the phone in your room, your fingers tracing yourself through your underwear, and you were certain he knew that too.
The two of you shift slightly on your feet as the hallway begins to get crowded, and Steve pushes himself from resting on the locker, taking a step back. In doing so, he widens the gap between your bodies, clearing his throat. You watch as his eyes, contoured with a slight darkness underneath them, survey the hallway, attention redirected to ensure your closeness has not indicated the two of you share more than just neighbouring lockers. You feel a small pang of frustration at this, the seemingly incessant need to keep whatever it was between the two of you secret, away from the prying eyes of classmates alike.
Of course, you had your reputation to think about. Your pristine and polished exterior with a flawless track record of academic success came with a label, though your late-night phone calls with Steve represented the allure of transgressing from such a cultivated image. He was your little secret, and you his, and you couldn’t ignore the thrill this gave you.
There was something more in between the dirty talk and shared fantasies, too, a desire for soft touches and romance, though this was left unspoken, a feeling to be kept under lock and key, you tell yourself.
“Talk tonight?”
His voice disrupts your thoughts, and your eyes meet his, earning you a hopeful smile which you return with a small smirk and a nod of your head.
“Mhm.” You confirm, turning swiftly on your heel and leaving Steve to watch you go.
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“You looked so good today.”
Steve speaks through the phone, his voice low and suffused with desire. You’re laid with a blanket draped lazily over your legs, the cotton smooth on your bare skin, providing little warmth, though Steve’s drawl sends a heat rushing through your body, settling deep within you.
“Is that right?” You ask, and Steve can hear the anticipation that drips from your tone, prompting him further.
“Especially your lips.” He exhales slightly. “You know they look so perfect.”
Your fingertips trail over your thighs, gentle and slow, and sigh down the phone.
“They’d look so much more perfect around your cock.”
There’s silence from the phone, except for deep breaths that seem to urge you to carry on. You lean back on the frame of your bed, settling back, your legs open. The thought of pleasuring Steve was burnt in your mind, this time an image of yourself on your knees at the forefront of all the scenarios you picture. “I’d start off slow and tease you, barely let them touch you at first.”
There’s a soft noise, a slight moan, which amplifies the longing ache you feel between your thighs, and your fingertips trail over the delicate lace of your underwear. The little pressure you exert makes you buck your hips instinctively, craving a harder touch, and you lightly draw circles around your most sensitive spot, the fabric creating a friction that had a wave of pleasure washing over you.
“I’d make you beg before I’d finally open my mouth and wrap my pretty lips round you.” You continue, confident, as your fingers finally make contact with the bare skin underneath the lace, and your lids flutter shut, allowing the pleasure to spread through your body, slowly, enjoying every moment of its steady takeover.
“Fuck, how are you so good at this?” Steve groans. He’s already hard, with his hand around the base of his cock, jerking it slowly, the image you describe all he could think about at that moment. A small drop of precum leaks from the reddened tip, using his thumb to spread this around the head.
“Good at what?” You ask, an innocent tone to your question, though you knew the answer.
“You know exactly what.” Steve sounds firm. “Talking so dirty like this.”
It’s almost instinctual, as if you know exactly what he needs to hear to get worked up. Steve likes the control in your voice, a confidence that exudes with each syllable and hooks him every time. He’d heard it before, in classes you shared, your words spoken with a cool ease and steely gaze, unwavering. In the quiet of the night, though, these words were just for him to hear, and you said them with such conviction, it instilled in him a confidence to return such assured thoughts.
“I wonder if you’d have this much to say whilst I fucked you?” Steve licks his lips instinctively at the thought of your mouth hung open in pleasure whilst feeling your soft walls clenching around him. It makes him shudder with longing.
You smile against the phone, wetness coating your fingers as you quicken your pace.
“I’m sure I would.” You reply, and Steve chuckles. He doesn’t doubt it.
“Yeah?” He questions. “You think you’d talk this dirty with my cock buried deep inside your pussy?” Pressing further, Steve quickens the pace of his hand wrapped tight around himself. “Would I have to kiss you just to shut you up?” His tone is teasing, prompting you to retaliate.
“If you want quiet, just say the word, I can hang up right now.” You inch your fingers down to your entrance, coating your index and middle finger with your wetness. “But you won’t be able to listen to me play with myself.”
Steve groans as he can hear how wet you already are, the lewd sounds slightly muffled over the phone, which only adds to his desire.
“I bet you taste so good. I’d love to get my tongue on you. I’d go slow and work you up to it, circling your clit after long strokes.”
The thought of Steve using his mouth on you had your vision blurry, and you let out a moan as your fingers worked faster, before bringing them out of yourself with a soft squelch and using the wet coat of your slick to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves located at the top.
Steve really felt confident now, as hearing your moans acted as an incentive to carry on.
“When I’d finally come up for air you’d taste yourself from my mouth and know how good it is.”
You feel yourself move closer to the edge of your pleasure now; the thought of Steve’s lips, wet from your own slick, on yours, was almost too much for you to take.
“Fuck, yes –“ you start to say, and Steve begins to coax you further.
“Are you close? You gonna cum all over your fingers for me?”
His firm tone pushes you to orgasm, and a wave of pleasure washes over suddenly, passing through your body and reaching its full intensity at your sensitive bud, pulsating deep within you as nerves are set alight with an overwhelming force. It never took long for you to reach your limit with Steve's voice coaching you. Your legs shake, and you have to bite your lip hard to stop yourself from crying out. Instead, you whimper.
“You sound so good, honey” Steve groans, signalling his own peak to you. His cock strains as hot cum spurts from the tip aggressively, making a mess on his hand, but he continues to pump, spreading this around his length with a thrust of his hips. The sensation is too much for him to bare.
“Fuuuck me.” He drawls, before he becomes too sensitive to his own touch, he has to pull his hand away, leaving his cock swollen and pink, covered in his own seed.
The air around you feels warm and your body heavy as your chest rises and falls fast, relishing the bliss felt moments before, when the two of you reached your peak in unison. You can hear Steve breathing heavily, too, and you’re both quiet, slightly sheepish over the fact you both didn't last long at all. The tension had certainly built over the day, from your interaction earlier.
“Give me a sec.” You hear Steve say, breaking the short silence that had come between you, save for the slight crackle of interference, as well as a rustling of covers as he lays the phone down on his bedside table and gets up to go to the bathroom. It gives you time to gather your thoughts and adjust yourself in bed, smoothing the creases from the blanket that lay haphazardly over your legs. The warm buzz of a relaxed kind of satisfaction settles in your chest and you hum gently whilst you wait for Steve to return, your fingers curling around the cord.
Honey. That’s what he’d called you, his voice soft amidst such dirty fantasies shared between the two of you, with a kind of tenderness you weren’t accustomed to. You weren’t afraid to admit the fact that such a sentiment made your face heaten and flush pink, unearthing a desire to hear him call you it again, picturing Steve’s strong arms wrapped around you tight, and your cheek against the skin of his chest.
The sound of rustling covers pulls you from your thoughts.
“I’m back.” you hear Steve return to the phone.
You would fall into a similar pattern each night, staying on the line for some time after, talking about everything, and also nothing; sometimes a comfortable silence crept between the two of you instead, and you would hang up only when hearing Steve’s soft snores, crackled slightly by interference. Steve told you he had trouble sleeping, suffering from nightmares, though he wouldn’t say much more, leaving you to wonder what exactly plagued him in the early hours of the night. He said your calls helped, though you weren’t sure this wasn’t just a way to continue your late-night rendezvous. Not that you minded.
“Hi.” You hum, settling into your covers and pulling the phone closer to your ear.
“Hi.” Steve greets you, a small smile taking shape on his face.
“Are you tired?” You ask.
Steve nods almost instinctively, then replies, “A little bit.”
Your brows furrow slightly, a sign of your concern, having seen the dark shades of blue under his eyes earlier at school.
“Are you still having trouble sleeping?”
Steve confirms this to be the case and you look at the digital clock on your bed side table, the luminous red numbers making out 12:39am.
“These calls won’t be helping you.”
He says your name. It sounds good from his lips. "They help me just fine.”
You chew on your own bottom lip, as the same flush on your cheeks as before starts to grow. It was hard not to allow his words to take this effect on you. You had grown soft on Steve over the past month or so of this… arrangement. At first, you simply viewed it as a way to blow off steam, the release of sexual tension a perfect way to unwind, and Steve proved himself to have as much of a dirty imagination as you. With each call, however, a friendship started to blossom, and you grew to care for each-other. It had been subtle at first, such as Steve asking about your plans next year after school, or you helping him out with a history essay he’d had trouble with, though became much more obvious when the two of you started to share thoughts you had never said out loud before, a sweet catharsis washing over you both in the quiet of the night.
“You still there?” You hear Steve ask.
“Sorry, yeah.”
“What are you thinking about?” Steve fiddles with the phone cord, so he is able to turn over and settle into his covers, resting his head on the pillow.
You take a breath, pausing for a second before answering.
“Just us, you know... this.”
Steve expects you to expand further, but you’re quiet, which causes his brow to furrow.
“What is it? You want to stop?” He starts, inhaling sharply, steadying himself for the bracing disappointment of hearing your rebuff. You hear the slight tone of worry in his response.
“God, no.” You reply, and he breathes out a shaky laugh.
“Well, that’s good to hear.”
You search for the words you want to say; how you’ve grown to like him, as more than whatever the two of you could even be to each-other at this point, and how you imagine the warmth of his body around you, the steady beat of his heart, a desire to know if it beat for you.
“Are you going to be at the creek party this weekend?” You ask, instead, changing the direction of the conversation before you divulge too much. You share so much with Steve, but you're unable to voice the more romantic feelings you have towards him, a notch in your throat stopping you.
Steve mulls over your words, and can’t help but feel like there’s something that has been left unsaid.
“I was planning on it, yeah. Why, you thinking of making an appearance?”
You contemplate your answer for a second.
“Yeah, I’ll see you there?” You finally say.
“Absolutely.” Steve replies, mirroring your response from earlier in the day, a smile on his face as he closes his eyes.