Back For Good

‘Have you missed me?’  The first words uttered to me by my research partner after months of silence. He has been away working with the army and for over two months I haven’t heard a word from him. As I said ‘silence’, He admits himself he could have called but he said he didn’t want to, to paraphrase his words he didn’t want to wind himself up sexually. As he explained he had no private space where he was and therefore no private space where we could conduct our usual sexual shenanigans. Just as he apologised for his absence I will apologise to you, my readers, for mine. I am sorry I haven’t posted anything for months but really truly in my research partners absence there was nothing to tell. I am not the sort of girl who shags around so I have no tales to tell you of elicit one night stands and brief flings. Please don’t misunderstand me, I haven’t sat by the phone for months on end waiting for it to ring, I have been out and about enjoying myself. It’s just that enjoying myself doesn’t, for me, extend to shagging around.  I know the score with my research partner, he comes and goes from my life depending upon his work, he calls when he can and periods of silence are part of the deal. With that said I was pleased to hear from him when he did call last Saturday night.

As much as I was happy to hear from RP the conversation was slightly awkward at first. It’s difficult to know what to say or where to start when you haven’t heard from somebody for a while. RP soon complained that I wasn’t as chatty as he had hoped I would be. However that awkwardness soon evaporated, within ten minutes we were chatting away about everything and nothing like no time had passed between us.  The impression I got from this chat was that my research partner hasn’t enjoyed the last few months; all I know about where he has been is that it was cold, it rained a lot and that he was none too happy about the lack of privacy. Furthermore he was even less happy about the lack of female company; with no women around RP has been quite the frustrated bunny. For months, he lamented, he has had no action whatsoever so pretty please could we do something? ‘Pretty please’ he continued ‘could I make a special effort to make it super good?’ With a smile spread clear across my face I told him ‘of course, what are friends for?’ I told him that yes, we could have phone sex and yes, I would try my best to make it really good for both of us.

Indeed his phone call couldn’t have come at a better time. I was eager, ready and all too willing to get up to some phone sex fun, to fuck myself hard listening to the familiar and much missed soundtrack of my research partner’s  encouragement and groans. After the day I had had the expression ‘up for it’ doesn’t come close to covering just how willing I was. Hours before I had been to see my mother and now I am no longer fat the only thing she has to pull me apart over is the fact I smoke, how I will most certainly develop cancer and age terribly. While she has a point about smoking being a horrible habit and to use her words she is only saying such things because she wants the best for me I find her sentiments infuriating and empty. If she did, as she claims, simply want the best for me not allowing my elder brother beat the shit out of me for seven long years would have been a better place to start. Yes I smoke and yes I am thinking about quitting but it will be on my time table, not because of the hollow concerns of my mother, concerns that, for me, have come far too late.

So it was my mother’s ‘concerns’ that had put me in a bad mood the day my research partner called. Maybe it was my simmering resentment with her that made our conversation awkward at first. By as we talked, chatting away, I felt my spirits lift and the mood shift into naughtiness. In fact the mood shifted into one that was tense, sexually charged, primitive and urgent. This wasn’t a time to play out an elaborate role play, instead the sexual tension down the phone line dictated that we band on Babe station in our respective rooms and get down to it. Hard and fast. It was clear from my research voice, the sexual need his tone betrayed that he didn’t just want an all-night session; he physically had to have one. That he needed to release all his pent up sexual energy that had been hot housed during his two months away in the cold, wet wilds of wherever.

With Babe station playing in the background I slipped off my knickers and throw them across my bedroom floor. I took my toy and placed it against my throbbing clit. I was horny. As the toy vibrated against my clit I felt my pussy get wetter. As my fingers moved lower so I could stroke my cunt lips they became slippery with burning hot, sweet wet juice. At the other end of the phone line my research partner lay naked, baby oil to hand as he followed, to the letter, my instructions to massage oil into his thighs, then higher to his chest were I asked him to play with and tweak his nipples. I wanted him relaxed for the phone sex fun that I was planning.

We continued to verbally play with one another’s bodies, to touch and tease, stroke and play, laughing and giggling with anticipation of good hard and rough phone fuck that was to come. The sexual tension was cut monetarily with hard belly laughter when a porn film came on Babestation featuring a guy in a gimp suit being dominated by a kinky latex clad nurse. The sight of the man in the gimp suit cracked me up and my research partner was in stiches himself. After the laughter subsided we switched channels temporarily to find something that was hornier rather than hysterical as the gimp and the nurse had been. That task accomplished we got back to it. I asked my research partner to take some oil and massage his arse, to play gently and once relaxed use his fingers to feel for his G spot and to stroke it back and forth. As he did this, stroking this most sensitive and satisfying of male intimate areas he instructed me to take my hand and with vigour rub my clit hard side to side. Rough, hard and steady were his commands that I followed obediently, enjoying being bossed around sexually. As I got more and more turned on and my cunt got wetter and wetter, hot and sticky with burning hot juice I longed to slam my toy deep inside pussy. I longed to force my toy inside my tight cunt and feel it fill me as I pounded it hard, hard in, hard out, fast and rough.

For once my research partner did not make me wait for my pleasure, he wanted to hear me scream and moan as much as I wanted to hear him cum. Eagerly I slammed my toy inside my pussy, pushing it hard inside as I began to fuck myself, with one hand I had the toy and with my other hand I rubbed my clit fast and hard side to side. The whole experience was driving me wild; I panted and moaned loudly much to my research partner’s delight. He said he loves it when I act slutty. I came hard and quick; my whole body shook from my thighs to the bottom of my legs, to my arms and hands. As I continued to shake my research partner insisted on more, I took little persuading. He demanded that I continue to fuck myself, to pound my pussy hard with my toy and use my other hand to play with my clit. It was this dual stimulation he informed, that was responsible for my full body orgasms. Within minutes of hard and fast slamming of my toy and much vocal panting and moaning I had cum again, this time squirting hot sweet juice. This juice engulfed my fingers that were stroking and rubbing my clit.

By this point my throat hurt from all the panting, it was dry so I momentarily took a break and had a sip from bottle of Pepsi Max that was on my bedside cabinet. In no time at all I was back on my bed and back on my back, naked with my hand on my clit and my toy back inside me being slammed hard. I just wanted more of the same exquisite orgasms I had been experiencing and RP wanted more as well. So vigorously had he been wanking that he had hurt his cock, not that he was going to allow a little bit of pain stand in the way of cuming once more during this night of long awaited pleasure. The night drew on in the same blissful cycle of fucking and cuming and only ended after countless orgasms when both of us really were too sore to fuck any more. Suffice to say it was quite the session, much awaited and longed for and to answer my research partner’s question- yes I did miss him. Just a little bit.