“Sophie,” Jules chided, laughter in her voice.
“Ever had phone sex before?”
“Actually, no.” Jules sounded surprised by the admission.
“Want to?”
Jules giggled. “So romantic, my dear. But I would say…I could probably be convinced.”
Sophie ran her free hand over her breasts. “When you sleep on a couch, you start to appreciate the little things, like being able to lie in bed and have phone sex with your girlfriend without having to worry about anyone walking in on you.”
“That’s very true,” Jules said.
“And the thing is, I haven’t had this kind of privacy in alongtime. Do you know what it’s like, trying to sneak my vibrator into the shower with me while my roommates are out? Let’s just say, I haven’t had many orgasms this year, and since I met you, I’ve been pretty much constantly horny.”
“Oh.” Jules’s voice dropped deeper still, the way it sounded when she was aroused.
“I think about you, Jules. I want you. I need you. And I can’t do anything about it.”
“Tonight you can,” Jules whispered.
“I’m already wet just thinking about it,” Sophie told her, rubbing herself over her jeans, igniting the ache between her thighs.
“Tell me more,” Jules murmured.
“I’m taking off my jeans, which is really not sexy, so imagine I’m lying here on my rainbow bedspread, naked and waiting for you.”
“Mm,” Jules said. “I bet you do look sexy taking off your jeans. Your tongue pokes out when you’re concentrating on something, and it’s hot.”
Sophie blinked, realizing her tongue was indeed poking out from between her lips. She dropped her jeans on the floor. “Your turn. What are you doing right now?”
“I’m wearing a skirt, so I just slipped off my panties. I have to be quiet, though. My mom and grandma are just downstairs.”
“Right.” Sophie closed her eyes, imagining Jules in bed with her skirt hiked up around her waist, touching herself. Her core throbbed at the mental image.
“And you?” Jules asked. “Do you need to be quiet?”
“My parents’ bedroom is downstairs, and they’re probably already asleep, so I’m not too worried.”
“I’ll let you do most of the talking, then,” Jules whispered.
“No fair,” Sophie teased. She slipped out of her own panties, beginning to stroke herself. She couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped her lips. “Oh God, Jules.”
“Yes,” Jules moaned. “I’m imagining that it’s your fingers touching me right now.”
“I wish it were,” Sophie told her fervently. “I love the feel of your body against mine. I love the way you’re so uninhibited when we’re together, so willing to experiment and see what feels good.”
“Because it’s all new with you.”
“That might have made you cautious,” Sophie countered.
“I’m not naturally a cautious person.” Jules sounded breathless, and it only stoked the fire already burning inside Sophie.
“No, you’re not, and I really fucking like that about you.” Sophie rolled to her side, hips thrusting against her fingers.
“I wish you were here,” Jules whispered. “Your fingers are like magic, and your mouth…”
“Imagine it,” Sophie told her. “Pinch your clit and pretend it’s me biting you there.”
