Love on the Line

Beth Wylde

I finished my shower and flipped off the water, reaching out for a towel as I pushed back my neon blue, diving dolphins, shower curtain. Tasha had given it to me before she left town, knowing how much I love anything to do with dolphins. Usually such a thoughtful gift would make me smile but today the stark reminder of my sweetheart made me want to cry. We’d been living together for five years, and it was only normal that we’d spend some time apart, but this was our longest separation to date. Tasha had been gone almost three weeks, and with each passing day I felt her absence more and more.

Two days ago, during a particularly emotional phone conversation, I’d threatened to buy myself a plane ticket and fly down to Florida if Tasha didn’t come back soon. In reply, she promised to book herself a flight first thing this morning. If my calculations were correct, she was going to walk in the door any minute. I knew I needed to hurry if I wanted to look presentable for my honey.

I stepped out of the bathroom, dropping my damp towel to the floor in exchange for something dryer and sexier. I decided to dress to impress, slipping into Tasha’s favorite pajamas. The clingy little camisole top and very revealing boxer shorts were sure to spark an exciting late night reunion. I finished dressing and grabbed a brush and a clip off the dresser, bending forward to pull my long, brown hair up into a sleek ponytail. Tasha always compliments me when I pin my hair back so I decided to fix it the way she liked the best. As I stood back up I noticed the light on the answering machine was blinking. I pushed the button to listen to the message, wondering why I hadn’t heard it ring and praying that it was good news from my girlfriend. I should know better than to be optimistic.

“Hey baby, it’s me. I was hoping you’d pick up the phone. You know how much I hate talking to this damn machine. I’d rather hear your sweet voice instead.” She paused to clear her throat and I braced myself for the bad news I knew was coming my way. “The weather here is horrible. We’ve had severe thunderstorms, lightning and high winds all day. Now we’re under a tornado watch.” She huffed in irritation and my hopes sank further. “Ugh! I don’t know how to say this in a way that won’t upset you so I’m just going to spit it out. They’ve grounded all the flights until further notice so I won’t be back tonight as I’d planned. Hopefully they’ll get me on a flight tonight or tomorrow sometime. Maybe we can meet up for a late lunch or an early dinner, my treat. I’m really sorry and I’ll make it up to you the next time I see you, I promise. I’ll call you once I get settled in a hotel room here at the airport. Bye baby, I love you.”

I dropped my brush and sank down onto the edge of our big, four-poster bed as the loud click of the machine signaled the end of Tasha’s message. Now, more than ever, I despised living in such luxury. Tasha’s job as a Nurse Practitioner easily covered all of our bills, so she liked to indulge me by buying us nice things. Normally I didn’t mind the pampering, even though I often protested that I felt more like a burden than an equal partner, but my weeks alone had made me paranoid and testy. The fancy piece of furniture that I’d been sleeping in by myself only made things worse. Our home was gloriously furnished but, without my partner to help occupy the space, it all seemed worthless.

I was still busy wallowing in my own misery when I realized there was a strange sound coming from the living room. The noise sounded far away and only chimed sporadically. It took me a few seconds to realize what it was and why I hadn’t heard the phone earlier. I’d left the cordless off its charger and now it was lost in the apartment somewhere. I followed the muffled sound to its source, knowing I had to move fast before the caller decided to give up.

I dashed through the living room, diving onto the overstuffed, leather couch to rescue the receiver from where it was crammed between the cushions. My stomach clenched as I answered and I hoped that for all my effort it was someone other than a telemarketer on the other end. “Hello?”

I was rewarded with the sound of Tasha’s smooth, contralto voice. “Hey baby. What are you doing?”

I rolled over onto my back, leaning against the plush arm of the sofa in order to get more comfortable. “Thinking about you. I just got your message.”

“I wanted to tell you personally, but you didn’t answer. I’m really sorry.”

“That’s okay. It’s not your fault I misplaced the phone again.”

She giggled softly, used to my absent-mindedness by now. “I wasn’t talking about the phone. I meant about not being there with you tonight. I had something special planned for us.”

Her confession left me even more depressed. Tasha realized her mistake in the sudden silence that ensued. “Damn it, I shouldn’t have told you that. Now I’ve upset you even more.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you can control the weather.” I chuckled at my lame attempt to break the tension, but even to my ears, the short burst of laughter sounded harsh and forced. Tasha accepted the noise for the olive branch it was supposed to be, though, and started telling me about all the lectures she’d attended and all the terrible convention food she’d been eating. Soon we both relaxed into a more normal conversation, chatting amicably back and forth about our day and our plans for the coming week.

It was our first real vacation as a couple since Tasha had graduated from medical school, so we’d planned a vacation at a remote resort nestled in the mountains where we could sleep and make love, for days on end, without interruption. Beneath her excitement, I could tell there was something bothering her based on the way she was jumping from subject to subject. I finally decided to call her on it. “Is something wrong?”

She sighed over the line. “Is it that noticeable?”

I smiled. “Only to someone who knows you as well as I do. You want to talk about it?”

“I miss you. I’ve been tied up in so many meetings that I haven’t gotten to talk to you as much as I wanted to. Not to mention it’s been twenty-one days since I last saw you. We’ve never gone this long without making love. Being away from you for so long is making me crazy.”

Her declaration made me giddy. It was nice to know that, after five years of being exclusive partners, she was still as addicted to me as I was to her. After three weeks apart, it seemed like she was missing me as much as I was missing her. “Yeah, I’m lonely too. I wish you were here with me right now.”

“Do you really?”

I nodded and then felt silly because I knew she couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I do. I was thinking about you earlier.”

“You were?” Her voice was husky, barely above a whisper, and the change in tone made me anxious and achy.

“Yeah, I was.” My next sentence was risky but I was too aroused to concern myself too much over her reaction. The possibility of engaging in some heated phone sex while we were apart was something I needed more than a good night’s sleep, and hearing her talk naughty to me was one of my favorite forms of foreplay. “I was in the shower. The water was warm, and I was covered in soap. I was leaning up against the wall, just letting the spray pound down over me, and wishing you were there to scrub my back.”

I heard her suck in a deep breath over the line, and I shivered in anticipation. I hoped Tasha was willing to play along. Her response would tell me for sure if she was up to it or not. I wasn’t disappointed.

“God Libby, I can picture you in my mind. Standing there, with your long brown hair hanging near your waist, all covered suds and bent over slightly with your ass in the air. You always like the water extra hot and it makes your skin turn the prettiest shade of pink.” Her next question was so quiet I almost missed it. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” My voice was deep and breathy, and I sounded as horny as I felt. She paused so long I thought she would stop the conversation altogether. I was so wrong. “Did you touch yourself?”

I was so shocked it took me a moment to answer. “Yes, I did. I imagined it was you. I wanted it to be you.”

The sound of her breathing grew heavier over the line. “Are you as turned on as I am right now?”

“God yes. You know I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

“I know, but it’ll only leave us both frustrated if we start something we can’t finish.”

“Maybe for you, but if you keep talking that way I’m almost guaranteed to get off.”

The sound of her voice relayed her surprise. “You really like it that much?”

“Does knowing that excite you?”

“Yes. I love how you try so hard not to make noise but you end up yelling anyway. It makes me want to tie you down and ravish you for days just to hear you scream my name when you come”

The temperature in the room shot up about a thousand degrees. I got up and marched across the room, flipping on the ceiling fan for some much needed air. I could feel the breeze as the blades began to spin but it did absolutely nothing to cool me down. Only an orgasm would give me what I needed to calm the burn currently raging between my thighs.

I pulled my top away from my chest, fanning it back and forth in an attempt to bring myself some relief, even though I knew the effort was futile. Finally, I just took the damn thing off. I decided to get things going again by letting Tasha know what I’d just done. “I’m lying down on the couch. I got so hot I had to take my top off.”

She moaned in response. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes. I need to. I want you so bad. I have to come or I’m going to go insane.”

“I wish I could see you right now.”

“Do you know what you’d see?”

“Tell me.”

“I’ve got the ceiling fan on and the cold breeze has made my nipples hard. They’re standing up and begging for attention.” I pulled on one experimentally and was instantly rewarded with a bolt of lust that shot straight through my body and set off a fire deep inside my pussy.

“If I was there, I’d get down on my knees and suck them, one after the other, until they were so sensitive that you’d push me away and beg me for more all at the same time.”

“Would you want me to finish stripping for you, or would you rather take my clothes off yourself?”

“I like it when you dance for me. You do a hot striptease.”

My hands left my breasts and slid down my stomach to stop at the waistband of my loose cotton sleep shorts. “I’ve got on the little boxer shorts you gave me for Valentine’s Day, the white ones with the little red hearts on the back. I’m not wearing any panties underneath.”

“Mmmm, those are my favorites. They barely cover your ass. The thought of you shaking your tail at me while you wear them makes me want to fuck you so hard.”

Tasha’s illicit talk had me panting and her willingness to entertain me over the phone was more arousing than I could have ever imagined. The next time we saw each other for real was going to be explosive. “I’m taking them off now.”

“No!” Her voice was stern, and I flinched even as I obeyed immediately. She must have realized how forceful she sounded, because she apologized immediately. “Sorry, just don’t take them off. There’s something I’ve always wanted to do to you in those shorts.”

“What’s that?” It was shocking to hear that she’d fantasized about us doing something kinky but had never told me. I couldn’t wait to find out what she’d hidden from me.

“Get up, and go get one of your toys.”

“Which one?”

She responded immediately and I wondered how long she’d been pondering such a scenario. “The long red vibrator with the clit stimulator on it.”

Wetness trickled down my inner thighs as I rushed to the toy box we kept next to the bed in our room. The hardwood floors were cold on my bare feet, but I didn’t mind. In my current condition I was grateful for anything cold that might help calm my raging lust.

I bent down and opened the top of the dolphin decorated wooden box, revealing a huge pile of sexual goodies inside. I pawed through the stack until I found the exact toy Tasha wanted me to retrieve. “Okay, I’ve got it. Now what?”

Her reply was totally unexpected. “Go back into the living room and bend over the back of the couch.”

“Why?”

Her voice turned serious. “I thought you wanted to do this?”

“I did. I mean, I do.”

“Then lean over the couch and spread your legs.”

I did what she asked without any further questions, telling her when I was in position. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Her heavy breathing was easily audible over the line. “God, I wish I could see you like that. I’ll bet you look so hot.”

“I feel like a bad girl.”

“I like it when you’re bad. Now, take the vibrator and suck on it. Do it the way you normally do it when I’m wearing my strap-on.”

I reached forward with my right hand, which was holding the toy, and brought it slowly to my mouth, licking it up and down from base to tip. I didn’t really need the lubrication, because I’d been wet for quite some time, but I liked the way it felt in my mouth. I imagined it was Tasha standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a realistic looking cock in preparation to fuck me. The thought pushed my arousal higher and higher until I thought I’d peak from just the mental stimulation alone.

I ignored my rising libido and continued to suck on the dildo, making exaggerated slurping sounds into the phone so Tasha would know that I was really doing everything she told me to.

“Okay, stop.”

I quit right away; praying her next set of instructions included impaling myself on the big red cock. They didn’t.

“Now rub it over your nipples.”

I started circling the head of the vibrator over my breasts, working closer and closer to the center but still not touching them yet. I was trying my best to make things last, but I was also at a point where I wanted instant gratification too. As my body and my mind fought a silent battle static suddenly sounded in my ear, getting louder and louder until I was sure I’d lost the connection all together. “Tasha? Tasha are you there?”

“I can’t hear you. L...Lib...Libby?”

“Tasha!” I dropped the toy and clutched the phone with both hands as if I could hold onto the call by gripping the receiver tighter. The conversation ended with a loud click and then the sound of the dial tone was blaring in my ear.

I was so upset I felt close to tears. I flung the cordless across the room in frustration. It hit the wall and landed on the floor in several pieces. As I realized what I’d done, the phone started to emit a shrill imitation of its former hearty ring. I scooped up what was left and tried to answer it but the on button was depressed all the way into the headset. The caller ID showed Tasha’s cell phone number on it.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I was frantic to find a way to answer the phone. I dashed into the kitchen and grabbed for a knife, intent on digging out the button in hopes it would pick up. I slipped and just barely avoided slicing myself open. I almost had the button loose when the ringing stopped and the answering machine picked up.

“Hi. You’ve reached Tasha and Libby. If you’re a telemarketer, hang up and don’t ever call back. Ever! If you don’t fall into that category, and you’d like to talk to one of us, please leave a message and we’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”

The beep sounded and Tasha came on, sounding concerned. “Lib? Libby? Answer the phone. I lost my signal but I’m back now. You’re scaring me. Pick up the phone, baby? Please? Are you mad at me?”

I knew she couldn’t hear me but I hollered out anyway. “Tasha, I’m here. I broke the phone. Fuck.”

The machine cut off with another beep and the loud click as it reset itself was the final straw. I sat down in the floor and started to weep. I heard footsteps outside on the porch, but I paid them no mind. I was too upset to care who might be waiting on my porch. It wasn’t Tasha, and she was the only person I wanted to see at the moment. Everyone else could go to hell for all I cared.

They knocked softly and I called out in reply. “Go away!”

The telephone tried ringing again, and I kicked it away in anger, finishing what my earlier tantrum had started. As it hushed abruptly, someone started wiggling the doorknob. I forced myself to get up, suddenly thankful for an outlet for my anger. Whoever was lurking on my doorstep was about to get their ass kicked.

I grabbed the closest thing at hand to use as a weapon, which turned out to be a couch cushion, and headed towards the door. As options went it was a pretty useless choice, but I was pissed and frustrated and definitely not thinking straight. I flung open the door and jumped onto the porch, cocking my cushion back in preparation to swat the hell out of someone. I paused with the cushion halfway over my head as I realized who was standing in front of me.

I dropped the cushion to the ground, suddenly feeling a bit lightheaded as I watched my girlfriend pull her cell phone away from her head and snap it shut. I was sure I’d finally lost my mind. I wanted to see Tasha so bad I was imagining her. I shook my head and blinked my eyes but she was still there. “You’re not real.”

She reached out and touched my face, stroking her fingers along my chin. “Does this feel fake to you?”

I felt close to tears as she touched me. “No, it doesn’t.”

She smiled and wiped away the first teardrop as it cascaded down my left cheek. “That’s because it’s not.”

I blinked rapidly again, this time to clear my blurry sight, as her sudden appearance fully registered in my brain. “But you’re in Florida.”

This time it was her turn to shake her head. “No, I’m not. When the planes were grounded I rented a car and drove to the closest airport that was still open. I bought a non-stop ticket and flew straight home. I couldn’t stand to go another day without you.”

“But what about the hotel room?”

An embarrassed blush stained her cheeks. “That was a bit of a fib. I wanted to surprise you. I made up the story about the hotel room while I was in the car.”

I was still having trouble comprehending what she was saying. I couldn’t get past the fact that she was really home.

“Maybe we should take this discussion inside. You must be freezing.” She took me by the hand and walked past me, pulling me gently behind her.

As we crossed the threshold I looked down and realized I was still wearing nothing but my boxer shorts. I crossed my hands over my chest and shut the door behind me, instantly grateful for the tall bushes Tasha had insisted on planting when we moved in. The huge shrubs surrounded the entire perimeter of our house, effectively hiding us from the rest of the neighborhood.

Tasha led me to the couch, urging me to sit down as she grabbed a blanket from the rocking chair nearby and draped it over my back. Tasha started rubbing my shoulders. Her hands worked wonders for my tense muscles. Tasha stopped her massage and walked around to face me, kneeling on the floor by my feet. “Why didn’t you answer the phone? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, but I did. I kind of had a little accident.”

She gasped and instantly switched into medical mode. Before I could explain the problem, she started running her hands all over my body, looking for blood and other injuries. Her face twisted in confusion as she finished her scan and found nothing wrong with me. “You’re not hurt.”

I grabbed her hands in mine. “Not me, the phone.”

“What about the phone? Libby you’re not making any sense.”

I took a deep, calming breath to relax myself. “I got upset when your phone cut off. I took my frustration out on the cordless.”

Understanding dawned in her eyes. “We need another new phone don’t we?”

I nodded and pointed across the room to the shattered remains. “It looks that way.”

“Good Lord, Libby. We have to do something about that temper of yours. Maybe you need some anger management classes.” Tasha pulled her hands out of my grip and sat back on her heels. She jumped up with a squeal, reaching behind her to grab whatever she’d just accidentally sat on. Her hand whipped out the offending object and I blushed as I recognized the shiny, red vibrator I’d been playing with earlier. The sight brought back memories of our conversation with full clarity and I could feel myself getting aroused all over again. Tasha was obviously feeling something too as she stared back and forth between me and the sex toy

She started to grin. It was a naughty smile, full of wicked delights and sensual promises. “You really were doing everything I asked you to earlier, weren’t you?”

I had no idea what she was up to, and I didn’t really care as long as it ended with the two of us fucking each other into oblivion. “Yes, I was.”

She slapped the rubber cock against her palm like a strict schoolteacher with a ruler. “Maybe I was wrong.” She twisted the base, and the object buzzed to life in her hand. “I could probably take care of your unruly temperament here at home. After all, I specialize in behavioral problems. Let’s see if a little home therapy can get you to act properly.”

I nodded, my pussy tingling at the thought of being Tasha’s bitch for the night. “Yes!”

She tapped me on the knee with the still-vibrating phallus. “Yes what? Did you forget all your manners while I was gone?”

“Yes, please!”

“Please what?”

I flung myself off the couch and mashed my lips to hers. The resulting kiss went on for quite some time and left me shaking. Eventually I had to pull back to breathe. I cupped her face in my hands and stared her directly in the eyes. “Please fuck me.”

She responded with another kiss, this one even hotter than the first. She made love to my mouth and I ached to push her face between my thighs and have her kiss me the same way down below. I was past all coherent thought. I just knew I needed us both naked and sweaty as soon as possible. Tasha had other plans.

She pushed me back against the couch. “Stay right there. I’ve got something that will help you relieve all that tension and hostility.”

She crossed the room, pausing to grab her purse from where she’d obviously dropped it just inside the doorway. I could hear her rifling through it, but she was bent over at an angle so that her body shielded her actions from my sight. After a moment she stood back up, hiding something in the waistband of her skirt, as she approached me while beginning a slow striptease. It seemed like forever before she was left in only her business-length skirt and thigh highs. She reached underneath and slid off her panties and the hose, pausing to grip whatever it was she’d hidden earlier before unzipping her skirt and letting it drop to the floor in a heap. My eyes were riveted to her gloriously nude body and the fact that we both seemed ready for a hot reunion.

I grabbed the waistband of my boxers and started sliding them down my legs. She reached out to stop me. “Leave them on. I want to finish what we started earlier.”

I groaned. “No, not now. No talking. I’m hot enough to explode.”

She giggled. “Who said anything about talking?” She pulled out the object she’d been hiding from me and wiggled it suggestively. The purple jelly-like toy was like nothing I’d ever seen before. I must have been staring cause she started explaining herself.

“This is a Feeldoe. I had a little down time yesterday once my speech ended and decided to do a little shopping. I found a fabulous toy store that caters specifically to lesbians. This is the hottest thing on the market right now. It’s like a strap on without the straps.” She spread her legs slightly and slid the larger end of the toy inside her pussy. Judging by the easy way it slid in she was still turned on. She grabbed the end that was left pointing towards me with one hand and pointed to the couch with her other. “Bend over and spread’em. Do it the same way you did while we were on the phone.”

I was behind the couch and in position within seconds. I ached so bad it felt like my pussy had a heartbeat of its own, and I knew only Tasha could give me what I needed to find relief.

She stopped behind me, just out of reach, and I bent over as far as I could, arching my back so my ass was on complete display. “Jesus Libby, that is so fucking sexy.” She gave my rear a smack. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

I moaned out loud; I couldn’t help it. “Now, I need you to fuck me now.”

There were no other words for what we both wanted. She pulled one leg of my skimpy boxers to the side, testing my readiness with two fingers. Apparently she found the situation satisfactory because she rubbed the head of the Feeldoe against my pussy and plunged inside me to the hilt in one thrust.

I expected her to pause and give me a moment to adjust, but she didn’t. She set a brutal pace, giving me everything I’d asked for until I had to dig my nails into the back of the couch to hold myself steady. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and judging by the sounds Tasha was making she was right there on the edge with me.

“More, more. Oh yes!” I started pushing back every time she moved forward, using the extra momentum to kick things up another notch. “Oh fuck that’s good!”

One minute I was climbing towards my peak, still on edge from our interrupted phone sex, and the next I was there, screaming and wailing as my body jerked and clutched at the fake cock drilling deep inside me.

“That’s it. Come for me. Come all over my cock. Oh, yeah.”

As the aftershocks slowly receded I realized Tasha was still going strong. I reached down between my legs and, in between thrusts, searched for her clit, intent on giving her some extra stimulation to help her reach her peak as well. I grinned as my fingers brushed over a small button near the area where the base fitted inside of her. Now I understood why the store was praising this hot new toy. With a built-in vibrator and no need for straps it was a dyke’s dream come true. I pushed the button and Tasha gave a loud shout as the phallic extension embedded in her pussy roared to life. The extra boost was all the stimulation she needed to reach her own orgasm. She bucked and pushed me hard against the sofa, clutching my hips as she ground her clit against the steadily buzzing vibrator. “Oh shit. I’m coming. I’m coming.”

She paused just a minute before turning off the fake phallus and pulling out of both my body and hers. I was exhausted, sore and thoroughly happy about the fact, that I didn’t think my legs would ever work right again. Tasha noticed my lack of movement and called me on it.

“Is something wrong?”

I sat down in the floor in the exact same spot I’d just been standing, with what I knew was a goofy grin on my face. “Nope not a thing. When’s your next medical convention supposed to be?”

“I don’t know yet. Why?”

“I need to make sure I have enough time to get a new phone.”

She chuckled and bent down to pick me up. “You give the term phone sex a whole new meaning.”

I nodded and let my head droop sleepily on her shoulder. “Yeah, but you love me like that.”

She smiled softly as she tucked us both into bed. “Get some rest. I’ll see what conventions the medical board has planned for the rest of the year and see if I can’t get in on at least one.”

We kissed tenderly and I fell asleep to dreams of making heated love over the phone line. Maybe next time we could try out Tasha’s new laptop with the live camera attachment for some extra fun.