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Subject: {ASSM} {Nobby Nobbs}"Phone Talk" (mf, rom)*NEW*
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Original posted in June 2000
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over the age of (insert age appropraite to your country here) to read this
material which is of an adult nature".
Similarly, if you don't want to read this type of story, why are you in this
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**Special note
I'm English not American, but still, with the bombardment of American images
that we receive in this country on TV and in films, I get confused from time
to time. It's not my fault, blame the media!!! The name Nobby Nobbs comes
from the Discworld(R) series of books by Terry Prachett.
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Phone Talk
by Nobby Nobbs
(C) Copyright 2000 Nobby Nobbs
Chapter 1
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John sat at his computer in his room, playing a soccer management game, when
the phone rang. It was answered by his sister, Donna.
"John!!" Donna shouted up the stairs, "It's for you."
John wheeled his chair over to the phone in the far corner of his room, and
picked up the receiver.
"Hi, this is Johnny."
"Hi Johnny." said a familiar voice on the other end. It wasn't the voice he
was expecting though. This was a voice from his past. He searched
desperately for who it was, and when he realized, he was a little shocked.
"H.. Hi." he stammered, "It's a little surprising to hear from you."
"I know. I've been meaning to phone you for a couple of months, but just
didn't have the guts. Then I figured, 'what the hell.' and just picked up
and dialed you."
The voice was that of Johns ex-girlfriend, Rachel.
********************
John and Rachel met 5 years ago at University. They lived in the same hall
of residence during their first year, and then in each others' pocket during
the following two years. Both had been ready to commit to each other, so
much so that they moved in together in Rachel's home town after graduation.
Then there was an acrimonious break up just a few months later. It had been
brewing for a while and neither could now remember exactlly what it was that
started it.
Johnny moved back in with his parents after the split. The couple kept in
touch for a short time, by mail, but John had given up after not getting a
reply from his last letter, which he written just over 6 months ago.
The last John knew, Rachel had a new boyfriend, and they were living
together. John also had a new girlfriend, who he had been seeing for nine
months.
********************
"How are you?" asked John, it seemed like the right thing to say.
"I'm fine. I've got me a job, at the hospital."
"Great, doing what?"
"I'm analyzing blood samples, stuff like like. Hematology they call it."
"Oh, that's want you wanted to do if I remember."
"Nearly. In a few years I might have the chance to move to genetic
analysis. But for now this is fine."
"Well I'm pleased for you." John meant it. Despite how unceremonious the
break up had been, he still cared for Rachel. He was happy that she was
doing something she enjoyed.
"What about you?" asked Rachel.
"Well," said John, "I lost my job a couple of months ago. Down-sizing. The
policy was last in, first out."
"I'm so sorry. Having any luck finding another."
"Not yet. I've applied all over the place, but it seems that there's always
someone more experienced, or cheaper."
"My god. What are you gonna do?"
"Keep applying. That's all I can do at the moment. There's a course they
run at a drop in center in town to do with starting your own business. I
thought I might go and take that."
"What sort of business?"
"Not sure yet. I've got a couple of ideas, nothing concrete you know. I
figure on taking the course and that might help me decide which one of my
ideas is most likely to work."
"I wish you luck, I really do."
"Thanks." John gave a sigh, "It's great to hear from you. I can't tell you
how much."
"I know. I've been meaning to call ever since I got your last letter. It's
just really hard after so long."
"I know. I'm nervous now. My heart is pumping so fast it feels like it's
going to break out of my chest."
********************
John thought back to why the couple had broken up. He remembered that they
had been getting at each other for a while, probably because of work
pressures. One night they had a blazing row over something John couldn't
remember and Rachel moved back in with her parents, leaving John on his own
in an expensive flat. They saw each other off and on, but John mostly went
out with his new friends from work. One drunken night John had gone to one
of the night clubs along the sea front with his pals from work. He drunk an
unbelievable amount of lager and at the end of the night found himself in
the arms of one of the women from his firm's offices. They kissed and
caressed, but nothing more serious. Still John felt incredibly guilty, and
so the next night he arranged to meet Rachel for a drink and confessed
everything. She was not pleased, but forgave him. Then she confessed a
secret of her own.
She had been seeing someone else since moving back in with her parents. It
wasn't anything serious, but John wasn't going to like who this other man
was. She told him it was Robbie, supposedly John's best friend from
university. She swore it had only been going on for a couple of weeks,
never while they were at university, but John was devastated and the couple
ended up having another row.
Feeling guilty about the fight, John called Rachel the next night, only to
find out that Robbie was there. In a fit of jealously, John called the girl
from the office that he had been kissing two nights previously.
From then on John and Rachel saw very little of each other. His new
relationship didn't last very long, only a few weeks. About a year after
the break up with Rachel, John found a job in his home town, and moved back
in with his parents.
********************
At that point in the conversation there was an awkward silence. It was
broken by a giggle from Rachel.
"It's silly really isn't? Why should we both be nervous about talking to
each other."
"I know. We knew each other better than anyone else. We got on so well
together, we shouldn't be nervous. I guess it's because it's been so long."
replied John.
"And when we do talk, it's just small talk. We'll be talking about the
weather next."
"So is it sunny by you, or is it raining?"
"It's pissing down actually."
Both of them knew that they were avoiding the one topic that they really
wanted to discuss. Robbie.
"Are you still with that girl?" asked Rachel.
"Susan? Yeah. It's been nine months now."
"Is it serious?"
"Not really. We're both just glad of the company. And the sex."
"She's lucky. You were always good at sex."
"Thanks. You weren't so bad yourself."
"I miss you." It came out of nowhere. Rachel was even surprised herself
that she had said it.
John wasn't sure how to respond. He missed Rachel too, but he'd assumed
that since she hadn't written back to him, she didn't feel the same. To
find out now that she did was yet another shock.
"You mean that?" he asked.
"Yeah. I've been thinking about you a lot recently. I miss having you
around."
"I've missed you since we split. I'd hoped you felt the same, but didn't
think you did. I figured that since you were with, you know, him, that you
were happy."
"Not really. I was happiest with you. It's so good to hear your voice,
that's one of the things I've missed. And your touch, your face, your body
next to me. Nobody ever touched me like you used to."
"Not even," John paused, "Robbie" The word left a bad taste in his mouth.
"No, he tried hard bless him, but he could never replace you."
"So, you two aren't together any more?"
"No, he got a place on a doctorate in London. We haven't seen each other
for about three months."
"I'm sorry to hear that." John lied.
"No your not. I know the idea of Robbie and me freaked you out."
"No, I mean it. All I ever wanted was to make you happy. If Robbie made
you happy, then it pleased me."
"You always knew to say the right things. But I still don't belive you."
With the subject of Robbie out of the way, they talked more freely, and
began to relax. They talked about mutual freinds from University, about
politics, always a popular subject since they shared the same views. They
disscused family, and Rachels sisters new baby. They even talked about
their once active sex life.
Racheal and John had once had a very healthly sex life. Both had an
insassable appitie for it, and enjoyed each other almost every night. Their
friends would take the mikey out of them because of it, but were secreatly
jelous. John had often worried that the whole relationship was based on
sex, but then something would happen, or Rachel would say something, and it
reminded him that they were also best friends.
They talked for nearly three-quaters of an hour, then Rachel eventually said
that she really should go, otherwise the phone bill would be enormous.
"Will you phone me soon?" she asked.
"If I can pluck up the courage, then yes I will."
"You can write to me as well. You always wrote such lovley letters."
"And you were always awful at replies."
"I know. I'm better on the phone."
"I miss you. I don't think I realised how much until now." said John.
"I always knew how much I missed you." she replied, "I just couldn't do
anything about it."
"I wish I could see you again. I'd love to see you again."
"Me too. But it's not very practical is it."
"No, not really. We're too far apart. It would be nice though." he said.
"I really should go. My mom wants the phone."
"Ok. I'll phone soon," he said, "I promise."
He hung up the phone, but spent the best part of the rest of the night
thinking about the past. About how it used to be. He wished they hadn't
split up, but he knew it was impossible to change the past. At one time he
had considered Rachel to be his soul-mate, his destiny was to be with her.
Funny how things can change.
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Chapter 2
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The pair had been good freinds since starting university, but it wasn't
until well into the third term that they were confirmed as a couple. In the
run up to the years big event, the May Ball, they had flirted a great deal.
The night of the party, events almost forced them together.
A large group from the same hall of residence had resolved to go together,
but Rachel and a freind of hers were very slow getting dressed, so John and
a freind of his waited for them. They ended up spending the majority of the
evening toegther as a foursome.
Halfway into the night, John found himself at the roulette table with Rachel
on his arm. He wasn't having much sucsess so asked Rachel to choose a number
to bet on. The number came up and in celebration John turned to Rachel and
kissed her full on the lips. It was a brief kiss, but full of passion.
When it ended they stared into each others eyes for a few seconds, before
embraceing again.
For the rest of the night they were inseperable. They danced close, they
sat and talked, but most of all they kissed, kissed and kissed. When the
bands had finished playing, and the DJ was playing records to wind the night
down, John and Rachel sat at a table on the edge of the the dance of the
dance floor. Their lips were locked together in passion, their tonges
exploring each others mouths. As John's hands rested on Rachels strong
thighs, feeling her legs through the soft material of her dress, Rachels
hands opened up two buttons on his shirt, and slipped inside to play with
the hair on his chest.
John pulled away form the kiss, "Shall we go?"
"Why?" she asked.
"If we wait 'till the end of the night there will be a crush to get out. It
could take ages to make it back home."
"I suppose your right, it would be nice to beat the rush." she said.
"We could take a long slow walk around the campus on the way back to the
hall. It's a nice night from what I've seen."
"It was raining earlier when I went out to the loo."
"Yeah but, it's stopped now. It's warm, the moons out. It'll be really
nice."
So they did. Rachel buttoned up Johns shirt, they retrieved Johns coat from
the cloak room, and they left the ball a good half hour before the end. No
sooner were they outside than Rachel started to shiver.
"I thought you said it was warm." said Rachel.
"I might have been wrong." said John, "Here," he said offering her his warm
overcoat, "take this, it will warm you up a bit."
"What about you?" she asked, "Won't you be cold?"
"Rach, I'm wearing a tux, you've got on a thin evening gown. If you take
this we'll be about equally dressed."
"O.K."
They walked around the campus, enjoyng the quietness after the volume of the
party. They walked arm in arm, talking about nothing. There was a direct
route from the marquee where the ball was to the hall where they lived. It
should have taken them just five minutes. Instaed they took a longer route,
around the campus, looking at the buildings which bustled during the day
silently bathed in the moonlight. They stopped at the fish pond by the
biology building, looked out over the sea from the geography tower balcony.
In all it took nearly an hour to walk back. When they finally got back to
the hall, John offered Rachel a late night drink.
He led her to his room and put on some soft music while he waited for the
kettle to boil.
"Tea or Coffee?" he asked.
"Tea please. I can't stand coffee." she said.
"That's good," said John, "'cause I don't like coffee either so I don't
actually have any."
"Then why ask," said Rachel giggling a little.
"Just being polite." he replied.
Rachel was stood in the middle of the room, still with Johns overcoat draped
over her shoulders. John walked up behind her and put his hands on her
shoulders.
"I'll hang this up if you don't mind."
"No, not at all." she said as he lifted the garment away and hung it up on
the hook on his door.
"Why don't you sit down." he said, gestureing to the bed.
She accepted his offer while he poured out two mugs of steaming hot tea.
"How do you take it." John asked.
"White please, no sugar."
"Ahh," said John, 'This is where you tell me that your sweet enough
already?"
"I wasn't going to."
"Well you should have," he said as he brought the mug over and handed it to
her, "because it would have been true."
She took the drink from him and craddled it in her hands. He sat down on
the bed beside her. They sat silently for a while, sipping the warming
drinks and listening to the music. It was turned down quiet as a conssesion
to anyone who might have been asleep, but it added to the mood no end. In
time, John broke the silence.
"I really enjoyed tonight." he said, "I think it's something we maybe should
have done a long time ago."
Rachel looked into his eyes and smiled. "Maybe," she said, "but then
tonight wouldn't have been so sweet."
They leaned towards each other, their lips beckoning. A brief kiss
followed, but was made awkward by the cups they were both holding. John
took Rachels cup from her and placed it on the desk a few feet from his bed.
As he sat back down again Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck and locked
her lips to his. Their lips parted and their tongues entwined, and John's
hands slipped down to Rachel's hips.
Rachel wore a gown with a slit all the way up one side, and soon as they
continued to embrace, his hand found it's way down to her stocking clad
thigh. He stroked it gently, enjoying the feel of the sheer silk against
his skin. Deep in Rachel's belly, something began to stir.
She leaned forward, pressing herself to him and pulling his head harder
against hers. With her hands still around his neck, she groped for the
clasp of his bow-tie, and undid it. Then she moved her hands around, and
starting with the top button, she began to open up his shirt.
John's hand slid further up her leg, to the lacey stocking top and beyond to
the soft white flesh. Meantime, for the second time that evening, Rachel
ran her fingers through his chest hair. With her other hand she continued
to open the buttons of his shirt until they were all done. She tugged at
it, pulling it from inside his trousers. Then she moved her hands up and
pushed the shirt off his shoulders. She bent her head to kiss his neck,
then moved down to his chest, kissing each of his nipples in turn. He
couldn't help but groan in pleasure.
John's hands were now in different places, one stroking the flesh at the top
of her thigh, the other pawing at her breast through the gown she wore. The
gown had a piece cut out of it, exposing some of her cleavage. He sliped a
hand into this cutout, aiming to seek out her pink buds. The hole wasn't
big, and his position was awkward. Rachel reached up to the back of her
neck, undoing the button there and then sliding down the zipper. As the
gown fell from her shoulders, John struggled to take his hand out of the
hole in the garment, freeing it to explore the newly exposed flesh of her
tits.
With the gown now around her waist, John was surprised to see that she had
wore no bra that evening. Those wonderfully full breasts had held
themselves up all night, defying gravity. That was perhaps the advantage of
them not being overly large. His hand gripped one of them firmly,
squeezeing it, playing with the nipple which stuck out hard and pink.
Not wanting to give preference to one over the other, he quickly switched
his attention from one tit to the other. He cupped the breast he was
kissing with one hand, and with his other hand he pinched and flicked at the
other one. With his mouth he sucked at the pink, swollen nipple,
occasionaly biting it gently, rolling it between his teeth, and flicking it
with his tounge. Rachel threw her head back and couldn't help but let out a
sigh. She been in this position with previous boyfreinds, but none of them
had caused the kind of sesations now eminating from her chest. The waves of
pleasure rippled through her body, and she was more than enjoying it, she
was loving it.
John continued to work on Rachel's nipples, alternating his attentions
between them, but now he moved his hands down to where her dress was bunched
around her hips. With her head still thrown back, Rachel leaned back
sightly, resting her weight on her hands. John gripped her gown and tugged
at it, trying to pull it down, but as Rachel sat on the bed she also sat on
her gown, preventing it from moving. Without a word, John looked up Rachel,
who stared back into his eyes. He was looking for a sign, waiting for her
to tell him to stop or go on. She gave him his answer by lifting her bum up
from the bed. This allowed John to pull the gown down, past her glorious
round ass, past her knees, and off. He made an attempt to throw it down on
the floor, but Rachel reached out a hand to stop him.
"No," she said, "that was expensive, don't just throw it on the floor. Put
it on the back of that chair."
John rose from the bed and walked over to the chair by his desk. Carefully
he laid the black gown over it, and turned to return to the bed. As he
approched Rachel knelt on the bed waiting for him. She reached out her
hands and gripped his cumberbund. She smiled up at him, looking into his
eyes. She reached around his back to unclasp the garment, pulling him close
to her. The cumberbund was whipped off and thrown across the room. She
kissed his hairy stomach, dipping her tounge into his navel. He lookied
down at her, running his hand through her hair as she kissed him.
Her hands worked quickly now, trying to open up his slacks. She struugled
with the three buttons on the formal trousers, but once they were undone she
slid the zip down and open too. With the support gone, John's trousers fell
around his ankles. Rachel was now face to face with the bulge that had
formed in John's tight boxer shorts. She bent forward and kissed his dick
through the material, and then looked him the eyes again. She smiled a
wicked smile, and her eyes glinted.
Again she lent forward, this time taking the waistband of his shorts in her
mouth. She pulled it out and down, over his cock, which poped into view,
hitting her on the forhead as is sprang out of it's prison. She let the
shorts fall out of her mouth, pulling them down past his kness with her
hands. At the same time she moved her head up, again his dick hitting her
head.
"I'm sorry," she said in an innocent little girl voice, "did that hurt you?"
Before John could answer she continued, "I'd better kiss it better."
She took hold of his cock with her right hand, and reached around to grip
his bum with the left. She looked at it for a moment, studing it from
different angles, then she bowed her head and took as much of it as she
could into her mouth. He was almost entirely buried in her, her nose
touched his belly. For a few brief moments he stayed there. Then she began
to move her head back and forth, sucking him deep down her throat each time,
and kneading his ass cheek, pulling him to her. She started slowly, using
her tounge to constantly lick up and down and around his cock while it was
between her lucsious lips. Then she built up more speed, and he began to
rock his hips against her head, thrusting into her mouth each time she
sucked him in. He was getting close to the edge, relly worked up. He knew
he wouldn't last too much longer. His head was telling him to stop her,
that he didn't want to end the night like this, but his body was crying out
for release, and told his head to mind it's own business. He gripped her
head with both hands, trying to hold her still, and began to thrust into her
mouth harder.
She sensed he was close. She was in two minds what to do. She had only
tasted sperm a couple of times before, and quite liked the taste, but if he
came now would he be spent for the night? She had had boyfreinds in this
position before, and after shhoting their load they had either left or
fallen asleep. She was worked up now, and she wanted that cock inside her.
She decided to stop him, but she was too late. As she tried to bat away the
hands that held her head tightly, he suddenly began to jerk his hips, losing
the rythem of his trusts. She felt his cock swell slightly in her mouth,
before it was flooded with his cum.
He let out a huge groan as he emptied himself into her mouth. She swallowed
as much as she could, but some dribbled out of the side of her mouth,
desipte the fact that his cock was still wedged in her throat like a
stopper. She noticed that although his dick had shrunk slightly, it was
still very much hard, and usable. She took it out of her mouth and began to
lick the last few drops of milky goop off it. When it was clean she looked
up at him. While she stared into his eyes she raised a hand up and wiped
away the sperm that had dripped from the side of her mouth. She then placed
the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.
John was drained, but he was also more turned on than he had ever been
before, and he was damned if he was going to stop now. He pushed Rachel
back so that she was lying on the bed, and reached down to her panties. As
her pulled them off they almost stuck to her they were so wet. The sound
thar was made as the soggy fabric peeled away from Rachel's wet body was
obscene. Rachel was glad to be rid of them. Now she lay on the bed dressed
in only her black stockings and suspender belt. While John removed his
final items of clothing, his socks, Rachel parted her legs slightly, and
found her own hands reaching down to feel how wet she was. John clambered
onto the bed, on top of Rachel. He kissed her full on the lips, his tounge
sliding into her mouth. She barley had time to respond to the kiss when he
broke it off.
He moved down her body, kissing her neck, her chest, her stomach. He slid
his way down to her pussy, pulled in by her musky scent. He looked up her
body, past the valley of her boobs and into her eyes. Keeping his eyes
locked to hers, he dropped his head down, kissing her pussy as if it was a
mouth. He snaked his tounge inside her, causeing her to jump and let out a
moan of satisfaction. For the next few minuites he used his tounge to lick
up and down her pussy lips, to search out the coners of her pussy where no
tounge had been before. All of Rachel's previous partners had only been
concerned with one thing, getting themselves off. She had never realised
that any man would be prepared to take the time to pleasure her like this,
and she was being well pleasured. A fire was rising inside her, the likes
of which she had never experienced before. As she built towards an orgasm
she gripped John's head, as he had done to her earlier, not wanting him to
stop. She began to buck her hips against his face, rubbing her clit against
him. In response he stopped, pulled away from her. He knew she was close,
and he wanted to tease her.
As he pulled his head waay, her hands not strong enough to hold him there,
she wimpered in an almost pathetic way, "Don't. Don't stop. Please, don't
stop."
John smiled wickedly, and reached a hand down to her. He seached out her
clit with his thumb and began to rub it gently. Her hands stopped clamering
for him as the sensations returned. Previously she had only ever brought
herself to orgasm, but now she needed John to give the sexual release she
craved. He had worked her into a frenzy and she wanted to cum. Suddenly he
pushed down hard on her clit, and slid two fingers inside her without
warning. That was enough to send her over the edge. The orgasmic waves
ripped through her body, more intense than she had ever experienced before.
She thrashed against his hand uncontrolably, and almost screamed with the
pleasure. John had to cover her mouth with his hand so that his neighbour
wouldn't hear.
As she came back to earth John rached over to his bedside table. Rachel
guessed he was after a condom, and she stopped him, pulled him to her.
"It's okay, there's no need for one."
"What.." said John surprised, in all his pervious encounters the girls had
insisted on a rubber.
"I'm on the pill." she said.
"yeah, but.." John began, but Rachel interupted him with a kiss.
"Just shut up an fuck me."
They kissed again, a kiss which would remain unbroken for the rest of the
encounter. He reached down and gripped his cock, guiding it into her
waiting pussy. She reached down and parted her lips for him, inviting him
in. He slid in easily, all the way up to his ball in one long smooth
thrust. He waited there for a few seconds, getting used to the feel of her,
then pulled out slowly, so that only the bulbous purple head of his cock was
inside her. Then he trust back in with force.
He did this a few more times, slowly pulling out and then forceing himself
back in quickly. Then he began to work himself into a rhythm. She kept
pace with him, moving her hips to match his thrusts. They stayed like this
for over fifteen minuites, then he reached down and lifted her legs over his
arms, rasing her bum up off the bed, giving him better accsess. She was
almost folded in two, but now each thrust went into her further than ever
before. He thrusts became quicker as he built towards his climax. Not
wanting her to miss out, he put all his weight on one arm, and while he
still thrust deep into her, he used his other hand to rub her clit, trying
to bring them both off together. He wanted to hold off for her, but he was
too close. His thrusts became irregular, and with one final push inside he
let out a scream muffed by her mouth, and emptied himself into her.
She felt the first jet hit the top of her womb, but it was the second that
set off her own climax. She came hard, quivering underneath him, her pussy
milking his cock for every last drop of of it's life giving liquid. They
were high together, and they came down together. He rolled off her, and
they both struggled to get under the covers. He lay on his back, and she
snuggled up beside him, her head and hand on his chest as they fell into a
deep, satisfied sleep.
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Chapter 3
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The weekend following his telephone conversation with Rachel, John spent
with his current girlfreind, Susan. Nothing extraordinary happened, they
went out as usual, to the pictures, to a club. John never mentioned his
phone call. He cared about Susan a lot, but she was insecure, and he didn't
know she would react to the news that he had been talking to Rachel. He was
uneasy about making love to Susan, but tried not to show it. The last thing
he wanted was to call out Rachel's name at the point of ecstasy. He knew
that he might. Fortunatly Susan told him they couldn't do it, it was her
time of the month. This only served to remind John of the number of times
he and Rachel had made love despite the blood. He just couldn't get Rachel
off his mind.
Still, it was nearly two weeks before John phoned Rachel back. He had
picked up the reciver on many occassions, but feeling guilty he ended up
dialing Susan instead.
"Hi," he said as the phone was answered, "Is Rachel there?"
"It's me, hi John."
"Hi."
"I'm glad you called back." she said.
"Eventually. I've wanted to before now, but... you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know."
"So how have you been." he asked.
"Not too good. I've had flu."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." said John.
"What about you?" she asked, "Any news on the job front?"
"Yes actually," he said, "I've got a job at a software firm in town."
"Oh, I am glad."
There was a pause before John spoke, "I'm been thinking about you." He
couldn't see it but he could sense Rachel smile, "In fact," he continued,
"you've all I've been able to think about. I can't stop thinking about you,
about us, about how it was at uni."
"It was good. I miss those times." she said.
"I've felt so guilty spending time with Susan, thinking about you."
"What have you told her?"
"Nothing. She'd freak if she knew I'd been talking to you. That's what
makes me feel guilty. If she was fine with it, I could talk to you as a
freind, but as it is..."
"I understand." said Rachel. "I reckon I'd feel the same."
"The same as me or the same as Susan?"
"Probably both, dependant on the situation."
Their conversation flowed, they talked freely covering a number of subjects
for over half an hour. Rachel was deligted to be talking to John again, to
be getting on so well after so long. Deep in the recesses of her soul she
longed to see him again, but she knew that she couldn't suggest it. She
didn't want to intrude on his life now, to wreck things for him.
John sensed that there was something wrong in Rachel's voice.
"Rach, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." she said quickly, "Nothing's wrong, what makes you think that?"
"Just something in your voice. I always used to be able to tell so much
from your voice, and now, there's just something there."
"Perceptive as ever. You can still read me like a book."
"So what is it?"
"I just," she paused, gathering her thoughts, "I just miss you that's all.
I miss that we always used to do everything together. I miss cooking with
you, shopping with you. I guess I just long for the past. Speaking to you
brings it all back."
"Tell me about it," he replied, "d'you know what I dreamnt about after you
called me last time?"
"Same thing as me, I'll bet."
"Well if you dreamnt about the night we got together you'd be right."
"It was very nice." she said, "Do you know that you showed me just how
pleasureable sex can be?"
"You've told me that a few times." He paused breifly before continuing,
"Hey, do you remember that day that Joe told us he had had sex seven times
in one day,"
"Oh yeah," giggled Rachel, "and we tried to beat his record. Doing it
between lectures, trying to get in a quickie between 'Eastenders' and 'Top
Gear'. How many times in all?"
"Over the whole twenty four hours I think it was about twelve."
"Nearly double Joe's record."
"Then he told us it didn't count because he'd done it over twelve hours."
John lauged at the memory. "Rach? Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, anything. You know that."
"Do you remember that night with Robbie and Karen."
"You mean.."
"Yeah, that one. Did that.... I mean. Oh, how can I put this. Was your
going out with Robbie after you moved out of the flat, infulenced by what
happened that night?"
"Not really. We were all pretty drunk that night, and it didn't affect our
relationship long term. I think he was just there at the right time, that's
all."
"That night was pretty wild. Although I doubt it would have happened if not
for the booze and the pot."
"It was certainly a break from the norm, not that our sex life was normal."
"I would have called it, Healthy." said John.
"Healthy? Does that mean sex almost every night, sex in public places,
sex.."
"That's what it says in the magazines my sister reads." said John.
"She must read the same ones as me."
John told her it was time to be going, he dreaded getting the phone bill as
it was. They said their goodbyes, and Rachel promised to phone him again
soon. As he put the phone down John look at the clock, there was still time
for him to phone Susan.
Rachel clicked the disconnect button on the reciver and held it to her
chest. Of all the men she had met before, none of them measured up to
John's high standards. What a fool she had been to walk out. She missed
him so much.
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Chapter 4
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After that first night together John and Rachel's relationship grew quickly.
Their friends treated them as if they had always been a couple. Some even
said that they were made for each other. John and Rachel certainly flet
that way. Rachel often described John as her 'Soul Mate'.
Summer came and they saw each other as often as they could. They both had
to work to try to pay off debts so this meant weekends and a two week
camping trip to Ireland was all they had.
When the new term started they moved out of the halls of residence and into
a rented house, with four others. Two of John's best freinds, Robbie and
James, and two girls that James knew from his course, Karen and Joanne.
Karen and Rachel quickly became very good friends, and along with Robbie and
John they often went out as a foursome. It was very clear to most people
that Robbie and Karen had the hots for each other, but both were too shy to
do anything about it, despite repeated matchmaking attempts by Rachel.
On one particular evening they all went out to celebrate a friend's
birthday. It was rawcus, they danced and drank and smoked pot. They drank
a lot. By the time the bar closed they were all blind drunk. In the
condition that they were, there was no way any taxi driver would let them in
his cab, so they had to walk back to their house. This sobered them up a
little. When they got home, the combination of the cool night air and the
alchohol had left them in an inhibitionless, but physically capable state.
They entered the house, and feeling peckish they made some toast and
munchies before going to watch a video in John and Rachel's room. John and
Rachel sat on the bed in each others arms, while Robbie and Karen sat next
to each other on the floor at the foot of the bed.
After half an hour of the film, Karen interupted it, "I'm bored. Why do we
have to watch this crap?"
"Because," said Rachel, "Keanu's in it. That's reason enough."
"Just 'cause you like him. Why can't we watch a film with someone I like in
it."
"Karen, if your bored you could always go to bed."
"I'm not tired." Karen said.
"Who said anything about sleeping, you didn't let me finish," said Rachel,
"I was going to suggest that you take Robbie with you. I'm sure you could
find something to do."
"Rachel!" said Robbie, "Please."
"What's wrong Robbie?"
"I'm not going upstairs for that, thank you very much." said Karen.
"Well if you don't want him," said Rachel, "I might just take him upstairs
and bonk him myself. You wouldn't mind would you Honey?" she adrressed
John.
"As long as I get to stay here and bonk Karen's brains out."
"That's settled then." said Rachel, "Come on Robbie, let's go."
No-one moved. It was a silly druken conversation and none of them meant
anything by it. It was just another of Rachel unsubtle attempts at
matchmaking. They sat in silence for a while, concentrating on the movie.
"John," Rachel said presently, "If Karen is bored with this film, why don't
we put on something more *entertaining*, if you know what I mean?"
"Rachel?"
"You know." She nudged his ribs as she spoke.
"Oh, that. I thought that those films were just for us."
"Which films?" asked Robbie.
"Are you sure?" John asked Rachel, ignoring Robbie.
"Yeah, It'll be fun."
"Okay." John's tone was one of resigned consent, "Robbie, can you open up
the bottem drawer in my desk please."
Robbie crawled on his hands and knees over to the desk and opened the draw.
"Inside there should be a couple of tapes with no lables on them. Take one
and put it on will you."
Robbie found one of the tapes, and took it out of the drawer. He crawled
over to the VCR and ejected the tape that was playing. He poped the
unmarked tape into the machine and hit play. By the time he had returned to
his seat next to Karen, the screen had been filled by a women being stuffed
from both ends by two men with what looked like *huge* cocks.
"Wow." said Robbie, his mouth wide open, "I didn't know you had any of these
Johnny."
"I got them of a friend I worked with over the summer. He gets them in from
Holland, and he made me a copy of a couple."
"That's discusting" said Karen.
"No it's not," said Rachel, "It sexy."
"They really turn Rachel on." said John, "She always gets really worked up
watching them."
"I don't see how." said Karen. The look of complete discust on her face had
changed to one of only slight discust.
"Your just having a typical catholic upbringing reaction. Sex is dirty and
all that." said John, "Just imagine it's you on the screen, getting serviced
by two well hung hunks."
"Is it even legal?" asked Karen, her look of slight discust rapidly changing
to fasination.
"No," said John, "At least not in this country. Outlawed by the Obscene
publications act. I told you , my mate gets them from Amsterdam."
"So your breaking the law by having it."
"Techiniclay, but they only go after the big fish who sell them. They're
not interested in someone like me with a couple of tapes for personal
enjoyment. Besides, how many joints did you smoke this evening?"
"Just a half of one."
"That's still illegal."
"Can you lend me one?" said Robbie.
"I'll do better than that. Get me a tape and I'll make you a copy."
Suddenly Rachel, who was sat between Johns legs and leaning back into him,
let out a long low maon. Karen and Robbie turned around to see that Rachel
had her eyes clamped shut, and had slid a hand down under the waistband of
her skirt. They couldn't see any more than that because with her legs
spread and bent at the knee, her skirt fell between them, convenently
covering up what she was doing.
"She always does that if I ignore her." siad John. "Wannna see?"
Without waiting for an answer he gripped the hem of her skirt and slowly
lifted it up, showing Robbie and Karen that Rachel hand her hand inside her
panties and was rubbing her own clit. Karen and Robbie stared, transfixed.
Rachel tipped her head back, leaning it against John's chest. She also
began to grind her bum against the buldge that had formed in John's jeans.
John positioned her skirt so that the others had an uuobstructed view of her
panty covered pussy, and moved his hands up to her tits. He cupped them
through her blouse for a while, then slipped his hands inside her blouse and
under her bra, fondling her breasts directly, squeezing them and playing
with the nipples.
"Hhhmmm. That's nice." said Rachel, rolling her head from side to side.
This shook Karen from her trance. She turned to Robbie and said, "We should
go, they obviously want to be alone."
"No," said John, "It's inpolite to leave during the middle of a show."
Rachel was now rubbing herself quicker, and had slipped a single finger into
her cunt.
"The polite thing to do," continued John, "would be to join in."
Robbie was still transfixed by Rachel's actions, but Karen was getting a
little flustered. "Don't be silly John. We can't join in, it's not right."
John pushed Rachel forward so that she was no longer leaning on him, "'scuse
me." he said to her as her climbed from behind her.
After he had moved Rachel fell back to lean against the headboard of the
bed, her eyes still shut, her breathing now becoming rapid and heavy and
littered with deep moans. John cralwed down the bed to where Robbie and
Karen were. Robbie moved from side to side until he could see past John to
Rachel.
With Karen still turned around to face him, John lined his face up with
hers. He looked into her eyes, trying to read how she felt. He sensed that
she was quite turned on by the whole situation, but unsure of what was about
to happen. He leaned forward and kissed her. She was aprenehsive at first,
but was soon resonding to the kiss, putting her arms around John's neck and
pulling him to her.
Rachel opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of John and Karen
kissing. She told herself that she should have been angry, but she was far
too drunk, and too turned on for that now. If John was going to have a
little fun with Karen, she might as well take the oppurtunity of using
Robbie while he was there.
"Robbie," she said softly, beckoning him to her with her index finger. He
stared at her with a puzzeled look.
She pulled the gusset of her white panties aside, they were so wet now they
were almost see through. "Your tounge goes here." she said, pointing to
where she wanted it.
Robbie almost leaped up, scrambling to bury his face in Rachel's neatly
trimmed mound. Rachel held his head in place and closed her eyes again as
he flicked at her clit with his tounge. Robbie alternated between this and
sliding his tounge along the length of her slick entrance, lapping up her
jucies.
Meanwhile Karen had climbed up onto the bed and was now seated next to John
on its edge, locked in a pasionate embrace. As they kissed, John carefully
undid each of the buttons on her blouse, and slid it off her shoulders. He
reached around and unclasped her bra, removing that too. He cupped her know
bare boobs in his hands. He thought that they were slightly bigger thn
Rachel's, but he couldn't be sure. He broke off the kiss and bent down to
take one of the gloroius globes of flesh into his mouth. He sucked in as
muh as he could, then let out all but the nipple, gently biting on it. Now
it was Karen's turn to close her eyes. She let out a moan, and surrendered
herself to the pleasure that her body was telling her she wanted. The XXX
movie was coming to an end, and the TV screen turned black as the tape ran
to its end.
With Robbies attentions, and her own work before that, Rachel was nearing
her climax. She bgan to thrust her hips against Robbie's face, holding his
head in place as tightly as she could. When she finally came, she came
hard. She screamed in ecstacy, as every muscle in her body tensed, and the
waves of the orgasm ripped throughout her frame. When she had finished,
Robbie looked up at her, his chin covered in her jucies, and smiled.
Karen was far too busy to notice Rachel's pleasure. Rachel discovered this
when she looked over to see a topless Karen knelt between a naked John's
legs, sucking vigorusly on his cock. She worked it in and out of her mouth,
using her tounge for extra sitmulation each time she sucked it in.
"Careful," said Rachel, "get him too excied and he'll choke you. I have
never been able to take it all into my mouth."
"Hhmm," said John, "Too big for you is it."
"No," said Rachel, "I've just got a small mouth."
Karen took the cock from her mouth, "You mean you've never swallowed him
whole," she said, "Watch this."
She changed the angle of her head and took John's cock back into her mouth.
She slowly lowered her head over him, taking in half of it before stopping
and sliding back up again.
"Hah, I can take half of it in."
Karen waved a hand to indicate that she hadn't finished yet. Again she
lowered herself onto him, taking in more this time. She had angled her head
in such a way that John's cock was going staright down her throat. Once
more she lifted her head and lowered it again, this time taking all of
John's throbbing manhood into her throat. She stayed with it lodged where
it was, while Rachel appladded her effort.
"That's great Kar, you'll have to tell me how to do that."
Karen lifted her head from John's dick and said, "It's pretty easy, you just
kind of open up your throat and let it slide down. You have to get the
angle right though."
"Oh, Right. Robbie, get those clothes off, I want to try it."
Robbie didn't hesitate, he hadn't had sex since 'fuck-a-fresher' week at the
start of term, and right now he didn't care who Rachel was. He stripped off
his clothes and Rachel pushed him down on the bed. She had taken off her
blouse and knickers which were soaked, and now knelt between Robbie's legs
dressed only in a bra and a skirt. Karen watched as Rachel lowered her
mouth over Robbie's erect dick. In one motion she took half of it into her
mouth, then proceeded to try and take as much as she could.
John watched too, with a twinge of jelousey despite the lack of inhibition
due to the alcohol. From his position at the end of the bed John had a
wonderful view of Rachel's ass sticking up in the air, begging to be fucked.
"Kar," he said, "mind if I just fuck my baby while she's in this perfect
position."
Rachel overheard and lifted her head momentarily to say, "Yes! Come on, fuck
me baby."
Karen looked at him. "Yes I mind! I've been sucking on your dick and I'll
be damned if I don't get fucked for it."
She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed up on top of him, positioning
himself above his statuesque prick. She looked at John with pure lust in
her eyes.
"It's been over a year since someone else made me come. Those freshers have
no idea."
John reached up and gripped Karen's hips, holding her in mid-air, preventing
her from impaling herself on him.
"Hold on Kar, wait just a little bit."
He shifted his body so that his head was between Rachel's legs as she sucked
away on Robbie's cock.
"OK, now." He said to Karen, and slowly lowered her down onto him.
As John's dick rubbed against Karen's pussy, she closed her eyes and sighed.
She had long fancied John, but knew she could never have him because of her
friendship with Rachel. She lowered herself slowly, relishing the the
feeling of a cock pushing open the lips of her pussy, and into her waiting
cunt. Impatient, John thrust all the way up into Karen, forcing the air out
of her lungs as a small yelp. Karen sat on top of John, his cock lodged in
her pussy, and began to move her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit in
John's pubic hair.
Rachel was still sucking away on Robbie. His eyes were closed, and his head
back on the pillow. Rachel was somewhat surprised when she felt first
John's hot breath on her open pussy, followed quickly by his tounge. As
Karen began to bounce up and down on John's prick, John began to work his
own personal magic on Rachel with his mouth. For the next few minuites,
that's how they stayed. At one end of the bed was Robbie's head, eyes
closed while Rachel gave him a blowjob. John lying with his head between
Rachel's legs, tounging her pussy, while Karen bounced up and down on his
prick. It seemed surreal, for theses friends to be engaged like this, but
it very much real. Rachel came first, brought to orgasm by John's tounge.
She sprayed her jucies all over John's face, and that set him off. He
emptied himself into Karen, and the feeling of the creamy liquid hiting her
cervix caused Karen to cum too. She screamed loudly, and all her muscles
tensed as the sensations swept through her. As the orgasm subsided, she
collasped down onto John, kissing his mouth hard.
Rachel took Robbie's cock out of her mouth, and began to wank it wildly.
"Come on Robbie." she said, "There's only you left."
She continued to wank him until he too came, shooting sticky cum over
Rachel's face. Now exhusted, the four shifted around, so that John was
hugging Rachel, and Robbie lay next to Karen. This way they fell asleep.
The next morning Karen was the first to wake. She looked around the room,
wondering where she was for a few minuites. Then the realisation of what
had happened the previous night hit her, and she gasped in shock.
"Oh, my god. What did we do?"
She scrambled around looking for her clothes and got dressed in a hurry.
Her urgency woke the others.
"This was a mistake," she said, her voice panicky, "A big mistake."
When she was reasonably fully dressed, she ran from the room, almost in
tears. Robbie got up form the bed and found his own clothes.
"She's right you know," he said in a much more sombre tone, "It probably was
a mistake."
He too got dressed and left.
John looked at Rachel and said, "I'm sorry for bonking Karen."
"Hmm, I don't know if that's good enough." There was a playfulness to her
tone.
"Well you weren't exactly a good girl last night."
"But I didn't fuck him. I didn't have Robbie pumping away inside me and
filling me with his spunk."
"I don't think any of us were in control last night, too much pot. I've
always said that stuff was bad news."
"Lack of judgement through substance useage is no excuse."
"Have you been reading Shelly's Law books again?"
They lay in each others arms silently, pondering the events of the previous
night. Eventually John got up and trotted into the kitchen to make
breakfast for them both. Karen was in the kitchen when he got there. They
looked at each other, then Karen left, tears welling up in her eyes. John
quickly made breakfast and took it in to Rachel.
"I love you." he said, when they had finished their cornflakes.
"That's better, but you'll still have to do something to make it up to me."
She pointed down to her crotch.
John slipped down Rachel's body, tounge at the ready.
The next few weeks were awkward, Karen avoided mentioning what happened, and
the atmosphere in the house became frosty. Soon Karen moved out. Robbie
seemed to handle it better, he and John discussed it and they agreed to
forget it had happened. John and Rachel seemed to grow closer because of
the incedent, but neither of them wanted to anything like that to happen
again.
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Chapter 5
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For the next several weeks John and Rachel spoke on the telephone regularly.
They became comfortable with each other once more, and slowly began to trust
each other again.
John found himself telling Rachel thing he couldn't tell Susan, and this
disturbed him. He'd never taken the relationship with Susan all that
seriously, but he knew that he owed her a great deal. They had met when
John was at a low point in his life, and she had been there for him to lean
on. He couldn't imagine life at the moment without Susan, but not because
of deep feelings of love, as he had had with Rachel. He felt comfortable
with Susan, he could depend on her.
Once the telephone relationship with Rachel became established, John made a
consisous descion not to tell Susan about it. He feared her reaction. He
feared her leaving. It was Rachel that changed his mind.
"You're not being fair to her you know."
"How so?"
Rachel paused then said, "I suppose it's as if your cheating on her."
"That's what she'll think too. And then she'll walk out on me. And before
you say anything, that wouldn't be a good thing. I need her right now, I
couldn't be on my own."
"You wouldn't be alone John. You've got me, I'll always be her for you to
talk to."
"Thanks Rach, but you're a hundred miles away. As much as I'd love it I
can't get a hug off you over the phone."
"You've got a car don't you?"
"Yeah."
"So drive down and get a hug."
"A six hour round trip just for a hug. Costly."
They both laughed.
"I still think you should tell her."
"I don't want to risk it."
"Just tell her that we talk on the phone as freinds, nothing more."
"You mean the truth?"
"Yeah"
"The truth is always dodgey."
"If you don't tell her, it's the same as lying. I don't particularly want
to be a party to that little sin. And besides, if she ever finds out,
she'll be more upset that you lied about it than the phone calls."
"I suppose...."
"Tell her. If she cares about you as much as I think she does, she'll
accept our freindship as just that. If she doesn't, you're better off
without her."
"Okay. Okay. I'll think about it."
John was convinced, and the following weekend he decided to tell Susan
everything. She didn't take it very well.
"How long have you been up to this?" she asked.
"I haven't been up to anything. I just been talking on the phone with an
old friend."
"An old friend? Old girlfriend you mean."
"Same difference."
"No! Not the same. Very, very different. When you talk to an old friend
on the phone you're not thinking about how it felt to lie next to her in
bed, or what it felt like to..." she trailed off, not wanting to finish the
sentance.
"Felt like what?"
"You know."
"What?"
"What it felt like to fuck her." Susan went slightly red in the face as she
said this.
"That is not what I think about."
"How do I know? How do I know that when we're, you know, doing it, you're
not thinking about being with her?"
"I swear that I'm not. We've spoken about the past a few times, but mostly
it's just about life now, you know."
"What could you talk to her about that you can't talk to me about?"
"I don't know, just stuff."
"Stuff?" Susan was starting to get really anoyed. "I don't think I can be
around you right now." She picked her coat up off Johns bed and stormed out
of the room.
"I'll call you when you've had time to calm down." said John.
Susan paused on her way down the stairs. "No John. I'll call you. I'll
call you." She sounded quite sad as she said this.
It was several days before Susan phoned John. When she did it was to tell
him that she didn't want to see him again. John had seen it coming. He was
upset, but he knew that he was free now. He could talk to Rachel whenever
he wanted and not have to hide it. He even went down to see her a couple of
times. He knew that the idea of a new relationship with Rachel was crazy,
they lived too far apart for it to work. But they both lived in hope.
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