Catherine 02: Phone Calls

I live for the moment when I hear the catch in her throat with our first kiss. Her breathing getting heavier with each caress, touch, or stroke, of her sensitive places, I wait for those words she will say... but not yet.

Catherine - Phone Calls Part 2

After Catherine and I ended our call last night, where I just collapsed back onto the bed, closed my eyes, letting my mind play back that day we met once again. Plus along with that, it's what else she revealed to me, that for sure, will fill my thoughts for many nights yet to come. Wondering, and thinking about what she said of her involvement with that married couple. Damn, that must be one lucky guy! But Swaggart, you know something about that too; don't you? And more!

So when are you going to tell her about Jennifer, and Alex, Ryan, and Carly. You certainly haven't been celibate there you know! Oh, and what about that other thing too. That's going to be even more difficult, isn't it, and not just that part with Alex, but Chris too?

But if nothing else comes of this relationship, she'll replace for now my waking up in a cold sweat from those sweat soaked dreams I've had since returning from..., which one is it now..., all of them!

Damn it..., what the HELL is that noise! Bringing me fully awake.

When sitting up to look around I see it's my cell phone buzzing. But why is it buzzing? Reaching over to pick it up, and just as I do it stops. And almost as soon as it stopped, it begins to buzz again; it's Catherine calling. But why is she calling and, what time is it anyway?

Five-thirty? Saying it out loud, looking at my watch. Heck I didn't get off the phone with her until after, what, two-thirty, and she's up already? Where the buzzing phone in my hand stops.

Catherine, please give me a break! Saying that out loud too. But as I start to lay the phone back down, it begins to buzz again. Shit! Where I answer it with, Hey, your up early!

"Well hello to you to." I hear. "What took you so long to answer? I've been calling for the last five minutes; I was beginning to worry." Is Catherine sounding concerned?

Catherine, after I got off the phone with you I must have fat fingered the cell phone ringer to vibrate. But I'm fine. So let me start over. Good morning Catherine, and how are you?

"Okay, an good morning to you too Bob. I'm doing fine, and thank you for asking." Thinking the whole time she's saying those few words, how much I love the sound of her voice.

But again Catherine, what are you doing up so early on a Sunday morning. After your busy day and our talk last night I would think you might be tired, so maybe, sleep in some.

"No..., I'm pretty much a night owl. Plus I had a little nap before I called you last night. That's the best sleep in the world you know." A lilt in her voice.

Catherine, I do know that, but please don't start.

"Bob, are you okay? She ask. You sounded a little..., well, I don't know, maybe..., you know, did it bother you about what I was telling you..., about..., you know, everything?"

No Catherine. Well, maybe some of it did. But..., in a very pleasant way. You sure are a very interesting person to say the least. An you certainly don't hold anything back, do you?

"Thank you!' she says. "I'll take that as a compliment. But trust me. I don't talk about myself like that with everyone."

Catherine, again, I'm sorry I stuck my foot in my mouth. But I told you the first part turned me on. But the second part... that thing with your girlfriend and her husband. I was thinking..., well; someone is a very lucky guy there. And then what you said about feeling guilty about that other guy, I thought I needed to..., let you go.

"What do you mean, let me go?" She ask surprised.

Catherine, I meant hang up, that's all.

"Oh, okay. But Bob, before I called you I was laying here thinking about what you said."

Catherine, I told you I was sorry.

"No Bob, don't keep saying you're sorry. But did you really mean it? I believe what you said wasn't for the reason I accused you of. And I apologize for that. So, did you honestly mean it?" She sounds serious.

Catherine, please, hear this. I've been divorced for two years, separated six months before that. And I haven't been exactly celibate during all of that time. In fact there have been three women I've been involved with. One, her name is Carly, another is a very good friend, Ryan. The third lady is married, and her name is Jennifer. She and her husband Alex..., Sally and I were involved with them in a sexual relationship before I went to Afghanistan. Sally stayed involved in that same relationship while I was over there. So I know something about the kind of thing you were telling me about with your married friends.

An Catherine, after Sally and I divorced, Alex and Jennifer contacted me a few months later. Well, I've been seeing them again too. That relationship has some, I'll say this for now, has other..., aspects to it too. An Catherine, except for one time, I was always faithful to my wife while we were married, not considering that relationship we had with Alex and Jennifer which was open an consensual. But that one time I did slip up was with the friend of a friend. Where there's a long story that led up to that too. And, there have been many other temptations and opportunities along the way but I never took advantage of them; if that's a polite way to phrase it.

Catherine, it's now that I'm single again, and the women I was tempted by before..., well the opportunities that were, are still there. I'll admit I've given into two of them, the ones I mentioned, are friends of Sally; Ryan and Carly. And if you're wondering about that triangle with that married couple..., I could write a book about how all three relationships, and how every thing about them has come to be as well as the additional aspects with it.

But I want you to know this Catherine, I wasn't looking for anyone to replace what I lost with Sally. What do they call it; rebound? But when I met you and what happened; something changed. I wanted, no I needed to know who you were. So after I saw you on the ride up from the train platform on that escalator..., Catherine, you hit me harder than if I had stepped in front of one of those speeding trains.

Plus Catherine, I don't ever want to say, or do anything to make you feel uncomfortable with me. I can't say how sorry I am if what I said in anyway makes you uneasy about me.

"Bob." Her cutting in now. "Thank you telling me that. But now, please answer the damn question! Did you really mean what you said?"

Yes, Catherine, I did mean it! Okay?

"Alright Bob, thank you! Now I have to take a shower, get dressed and meet my girlfriend Nancy down stairs in the restaurant. Then we're going to see a an art exhibition at a local art museum. And probably have lunch, do some sightseeing, maybe dinner. And in all likely-hood will come back to one of our rooms later and..., well, replay last night. And I will call you later tonight, I promise!"

Shit! That sounds like the kind of day I wish I was having Catherine! I also have to shower and get dressed. I also have a few things I need to do around the house before I head over to the base again, probably work out while I'm there too. Then I'll come back here and work on my paper so it's ready to turn in at my class in two weeks from this Wednesday. And after your call..., maybe I'll try to get some sleep, then it's off to school tomorrow morning. So I hope you have fun Catherine, and please be careful. Good bye.

"Thank you, and I will, Good bye Bob." Now why did it sound a bit like an ending?

After the call drops, and saying it out loud again, Catherine. I do love you! And thank you for letting me see into your life! An if that's all I'll ever see of it, you'll certainly be unforgettable.

Well time kind of flew and I've done everything I said I was going to do today. And I tried hard not to think about her, and for awhile; I didn't. But she keeps forcing her way back into my thoughts, so it's no fucking use trying not to. So here I am once again, rereading this preliminary paper I'll re-edit several more times before I turn it in, but damn it, she keeps breaking into my thoughts. Where I have to keep going back and start over. Damn it, now it's my cell phone ringing. An looking at the time in the corner of the computer screen it's nine o'clock. Shit! Already?

When I pick up my phone and look at the screen it's not Catherine, it's Ryan's caller ID displayed. Damn! Sweet, hot, sexy, Ryan. If any women could take my mind off Catherine; Ryan could! But not for long I'm sure!. So answering it with, Hello, I heard you were back, Sally told me when I talked to her Erin.

Where I hear, "Then why haven't you call me when you heard I was back." She scolds me. "You always know I'll be ready to catch up on things with you."

Oh, Ryan, I'm sorry. I've had a lot on my mind these last two weeks so I haven't been exactly thinking straight.

"Well Bob, I hope it's nothing serious." Ryan's sounding concerned.

I was hoping it could have been Ryan. But now I think it's not going to be as serious as it might have. So, how are you?

"Oh, I'm fine." she says. "Bob..., we've had so many very nice times and I thought maybe we could have dinner and see where things go from there. Maybe even skip dinner all together." I know that hint well.

What, and go right to the dessert course Ryan?

"Yeah, something like that, hint, hint." she says

Well Ryan, dessert with you is certainly non fattening; there's always lots of calories that get burned.

"Yes there is Bob, and I'm all for burning lots of calories." That's not a hint.

Ryan, let me get through this next week. If my problem goes as I think it will, you'll be just what I need..., if that's alright? My hating to say it like that.

"Sure Bob. An whatever the problem is I hope it works out alright for you." She knows me well enough that I'm avoiding telling her the truth.

Thank you Ryan!

"Good night Bob." Goodnight Ryan.

Shit! God I hate myself sometimes. Maybe I should call her back and see if she wants me to come over. I'll take her out to dinner and some drinks before taking her up on that suggestion of skipping dessert by enjoying a few hours of destroying my bed or hers might take my mind off the other problem. But no, that would be using her, and that's not fair to her. I like Ryan way to much to do something like that to her. She's a very sweet and beautiful friend, she deserves more; especially my respect.

Alright Swaggart, get through this damn paper, save it, put it out of your mind for now and..., what? Try to get some sleep? Fat fucking chance of that!

An just as I hit save, my damn cell phone rings again. Shit, I should just turn the stupid thing off or ignore it. My daughter knows the video chat ID. But as I pick up the phone to turn it off, first looking at what's on the screen, son of a bitch! I should have turned it off. But taking a deep breath push the send key with, Hello you.

Where I hear, Catherine's, "Hi, it's me."

Okay, hello me.

"Bob, I tried to call you a few minutes ago but it went right to your voice mail. I left you a message. I guess you didn't get it."

Yes, I was talking with someone. But I did here the call waiting beeps, and I only knew there was a message just as you called. An as far as the call waiting..., I think it's rude to put a friend on hold, or try to keep switching back and forth between callers.

"Okay, I feel the same about that too. So..., what are you doing?" She ask.

Well, I've been working on my paper so I can have it ready to turn in at my class two weeks from now. An you Catherine, how was the art museum, lunch, shopping, and any thing else you two were up to? Hearing her laugh, both knowing what she was up to.

"The art museum was nice." she says. "They have a great gallery with a nice collection of southwest themed art, along with statuary, bronzes by some famous Western artist. And the new exhibition was, interesting. In college I was studying fine art and art history. I wanted to be an art conservator or curator someday." She says.

Wow, a conservator? I might want to be a history teacher someday, like maybe in three or four years. At the rate I'm going I'll have my degree by then. Plus, I'll have my twenty in too. So Catherine, I wasn't expecting you to call.

" Oh? So why wouldn't I?" She ask.

I don't know, its just you sounded a little...,

"A little what Bob?" her probing.

I thought it was just something in your voice Catherine, before you hung up this morning.

"Now what would that have been?" She ask, I think sounding concerned.

I guess Catherine, I was still thinking about you..., maybe being..., upset about what I said; that's all. Even though you said you weren't; maybe saving me some embarrassment.

"Bob, I told you I wasn't upset. I was surprised yes! I also told you it caught me off guard. But, again, I'm not upset! Okay?" Her sounding sincerer.

Yes, and thank you.

"Bob, I thought about you all day long today. Nancy even asked me if I was alright. She thought something was wrong. I told her I was just a little distracted by something..., or someone."

I am sorry Catherine, I really am. Opened mouth and inserted foot, a bad habit of mine.

"Stop it Bob..., no more apologies; you hear?" Her sounding serious about it.

Yes, what ever you say Catherine.

"Bob, it's not what I say. It's just that it's alright. So Bob, how was your day?" her asking.

My day? It went pretty much as I described it last night. I did get some things to put in my refrigerator; thought I heard a big sigh of relief as I closed the door.

"Bob, you're almost..."

Almost? What's almost Catherine?

"Bobby, you're almost to good to be true."

Oh my God she said, "Bobby?" Sally always used that affectionately with me.

Huh, what? Why do you say that Catherine?

"Because you're such a damn nice guy! I wish I had met you years ago." You what?

Catherine, please stop.

"Alright, what ever you say Bob." Her throwing it back at me this time as she goes on,

"But like I said, we went to the gallery and wondered around in there for a couple of hours. Then we had lunch in a nice little Mexican restaurant. An after that we drove down and did the river walk, browsing the shops, doing a little shopping. Then instead of having dinner we went to a nice Cantina where we met a couple of cute young guys. Where..., we had a very pleasant evening of flirting and dancing until about seven o'clock when Nancy and I left to come back to the hotel. Nancy, my beautiful slutty friend, wanted to bring the guys back with us; her hinting about taking both of them on. I thought it sounded like fun too."

Fun? Has me sitting here wondering why my stomach is in knots at her telling me this?

Catherine, why are you telling me this? I had to ask.

"Bob, I'm only making that part up. We came back to the hotel and had a couple of glasses of wine in the lounge. Then came up to my room, without any guys, and enjoyed the other thing I told you we would do; Nancy just left."

Catherine, what the hell are you trying to do to me?

"Bob, I'm was only teasing you..., about the guys" she says.

"I just wanted to hear your reaction. But, what would you have thought if Nancy and I had really brought some guys to our room?" A hint of something in her voice, naughty like?

Catherine..., hell, I don't know! Maybe, wishing it was me.

"Thank you Bob. That tells me that you do care. But the part with Nancy just leaving is true."

Oh really? Damn Catherine! I might have been more interested in hearing about you and her taking on those two young guys. There, I'd be jealous as all hell, because that part sounded really hot! You know something Catherine, I've had, well, been in..., that's part of that long story. But I bet those two young guys would have been in for the time of their lives, having sex with two older women. Oh by the way, how old were they?

"WHAT!" Comes crashing through the phone like a thunder clap. "Older Woman!" Almost as loud. "How, old, do, you, think, I, am?" Sounds like a command, or a scolding.

I wouldn't know how old you are Catherine. But if I were to guess, I'd say..., your about, thirty-two, thirty-three, give or take a year two. Certainly well preserved, that's for sure.

"WHAT!" WELL PRESERVED!" Almost blowing my cell phone out of my hand.

Where I could certainly understand how a much younger guy would find himself extremely lucky to have a wild sexual romp with a beautiful older woman, like you Catherine. I know when I was a teen, I wished some older woman would pick me up on my way home from school and take me to her house and teach me the facts of life.

"Wha..., wha...," In my ear now as she tries to get something out, but can't put it together yet.

An you know something else Catherine? My going on. My ex-wife Sally, is three months older than me. I always teased her that I would never be as old as she is, accusing her of robbing the cradle too. And I'd sometimes whisper in her ear after we had sex how much I loved fucking an older woman.

"Why You PIG!" I expected worse. "And just for that, I'm not going to do what I was going to do, so Fuck you and your, "Older Woman too!" She says, and not doing well at suppressing her giggle.

Oh? And what was that Catherine?

"Nothing now. You just lost it... you..., you pig" Her calling me that again.

Well then, I guess what I missed is just that; missed. So sweet lady..., what am I missing?

"I was going to send you a picture."

Was Catherine? Lady..., you're killing me!

"Good! And I hope it hurts really bad too!" With her still trying to hide that giggle in her voice.

Where now she ask, "Bob, you said something about a long story, can I get a hint?"

Yes Catherine, I did say, long story didn't I. Catherine, some of it involves that married couple Sally and I were involved with. Where some things have been happening between me an them, of which I'm willing and active part of. Catherine, Alex and Jennifer are both Bi. An now Catherine, you might understand why I say, it's a long story; to long for over the phone; like now.

"Oh!" she says. That's it Catherine? OH? Was that Oh, like and upward Oh on a high note. Or and OH, as in, I just got fired.

After waiting for her to say more than just, "Oh," and now that she hasn't, it's a quick side step with, Catherine, I guess instead of you sending me a picture, I'll have to send you a picture of me and Ryan doing things she really likes to with me.

"Ryan? Who's Ryan?" her curtly asking, Like I just broke into her thoughts.

Catherine, she's that friend of mine I mentioned. No, she's more than just a friend, also with definite benefits. When you tried to call I guess it's when I was talking to her. I'm sure she wanted me to come over to her place. I should have called her this past week because I knew she was back in town, which I found out from Sally. But my phone has been tied up talking with you Catherine.

"Alright Bob, now we're even." Sounding a bit piqued. My adding that to, "OH, Who's Ryan, and her, Now we're even."

Even Catherine? I'm telling you the truth Catherine! I was talking to Ryan when you were trying to call me. But now, I may have reluctantly, turned her down. But just before you called, I had been thinking about calling her back. I thought, why not. Some very pleasant hours with sweet, hot, sexy Ryan, and by God she's all that! Would be just what I needed to take my mind off another. Her not questioning that because she knows who, "another," is.

But, that would have been using her. My going on. And I'm not like that Catherine. I like and respect her way to much to treat her like that. She's really a very nice girl, not to mention she's a hell of good time in bed. You know, my wife Sally was a real tiger when it came to that, she was always ready for hot lusty romp. And Ryan, she's just like that too!