CWB - Summer Break

"Not only guys."

"Is it... uhm... good?"

"Fucking is nice, it always feels good, but when a guy is fucking my ass, Oh My God -- the orgasms are phenomenal." She giggled, "I may walk funny the next day, but Oh My God is it worth it."

"Rick?" she asked after a short silence.

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm going to go home."

"Ah." What else was there to say? "Right now?"

It was silent for a few moments. "Yeah, I think so. It's been fun, but I'm going home." I nodded and realized a sense of relief had surged through my body. She was right, it wasn't working out; our sex had been great, but there was no chemistry otherwise. I'd gone to sleep every night, freshly fucked or my cock freshly sucked, but thinking about Stacy and where she was, and what she was doing.

It took perhaps half an hour for us to get dressed and her to collect her stuff, computer, cell phone and clothes. She stopped at the door and looked up at me. I didn't feel like kissing her goodbye, but she reached up and kissed me on the cheek. "I did have fun."

"Me too." She walked out and I shut the door.

~

It had been six weeks to the day since I'd delivered Stacy to my Aunt and Uncle's home. It was midnight and I should have been asleep, except that it was a Saturday night. I'd pulled up the phone and just looked at Stacy's profile picture. I want to say it was accidental, that I inadvertently touched the dial, but regardless of whether it was accidental or not, it instantly indicated it was dialing. Even though I hung up immediately, hoping it hadn't connected electronically, it was too late. Seconds later the phone rang with caller ID showing it was Stacy.

"God, I think there's something wrong with my phone," I said as a way of an answer. "It says it's my cousin Stacy, but I can't think of why she'd be calling me this late."

"Finally learned about caller ID did ya? And what's the point of calling me and hanging up? Don't you know I was sound asleep?" I could hear the giggle in her voice.

"Oh yeah, Miss Night Owl. You won't be to bed for another two hours."

"Not true, I'm already in bed right now!"

"Really? Getting ready to go to sleep already?"

"I didn't say that."

"Oh yeah? What are you doing? Something naughty?" It was definitely a tease, just hearing her voice had caused my dick to start erecting.

"Yes." Just hearing her say that caused my semi-hard dick to solidify even more.

"What are you doing naughty?"

"Guess."

"Guess? How will I know if I guess right? Will you tell me?"

"Try me and find out."

"Umm... just a minute, I said reaching for my earphones and plugging them in, so I didn't have to hold the phone to my ear or listen through the speaker. Afterward I let my right-hand reach down to grip my cock.

"Are you naked?"

"Do you want me naked?"

"Yes."

"Uhmm, I like that. Are you naked?"

"Yes."

"Give me a second." I could hear some noise, it got silent and then she came back. "I locked the door and now I'm naked too."

"Are you horny?"

"Of course. Why do you think I was being naughty?"

"Because you were thinking of me?"

"I was."

"Me too."

"I like that."

"Yeah. I hoped so.... So what were you doing to be naughty? Looking at the internet?"

"About to."

"Going to look at some sweetie getting her pussy licked?"

"Imagining it was you licking my pussy."

"Sounds good to me..."

"You're good at that."

"Thank you. You're pretty good at sucking me too." She moaned and I heard a bit of breath in the background.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Uhhhmm," she moaned into the phone and I heard a bit more exhalation.

"Are you touching yourself?" I repeated.

"Yes. But I wish it was you touching me."

"Me too," I said, imagining the silky wetness of her pussy, the hard-little nub of her clit, her body shivering to my touch.

"Me too, what? You wish it was me, touching you? Or you, touching me?"

"Yes. Both." I moved my thumb and hit the video call button on the phone. She answered immediately, the video virtually dark as the only light was her phone screen reflecting on her face. She rolled to the side of her bed, a light coming on in the room and instantly she was visible. I could only see from the shoulders up, but could tell she was naked, or at least had no shirt on. "Uhmm," I said, "Hello gorgeous."

She sucked her lip between her teeth, smiled and whispered, "Hello Hunk."

"I've missed you."

"Oh yeah? What have you missed about me?"

"Nothing much... Just the usual."

"What's the usual?"

"Oh, you know... Cooking with you, washing dishes with you, watching TV with you..." I stopped, just letting her digest what I'd said.

"Is that all?"

"Well, I guess I have missed sucking on your nipples, getting you off and then cuddling at night, fondling your bottom, some little Imp running around with a tight tank top and no bra and no bottoms teasing me by showing off her goods, sharing a shower with you..."

"I wish you were here so I could suck your cock."

"Uhmm, sounds nice. Oh yeah, licking your pussy." She shuddered when I said this. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Her "ummm," and another shudder told me what was happening.

"Not too fast," I said, "Show me... let me see you touching yourself."

Stacy didn't answer, it was just her phone pulling away from her face, her naked body gradually coming into view. Her chest and breasts came into view, her left-hand fingers rolling her nipple, but as she pulled the phone further away her hand relinquished her nipple and followed down her body, her legs spreading and hand slithering over her pussy. I saw her middle finger penetrate her flesh, and then pull back up to the vicinity of her clit, a shudder running through her body as she touched it.

"Oh my God, Stacy, I love watching you touch yourself. That's so hot."

She didn't say anything, but I could see her sit up, the camera flashing around the room, and finally coming to a semi-halt toward the end of the bed. She was doing something, and then I saw a view from the end of her body and realized she must be holding the phone with her feet. She adjusted it but as soon as she moved it was looking at the top of her head. She reached back and adjusted it again, and this time when she moved it, I could see her entire naked body viewed from her feet.

"Oh Fuck, Stacy!" I said, her hands slithering over her body, over her breasts, her right hand coming to rest on her pussy. Her knees spread slightly but, apparently, she could see that the view had shifted as she immediately rearranged it. The picture wasn't steady as if it was on a fixed stand but continuously moved as her body moved. "I want to see too."

"See what?" I asked, understanding perfectly well her request.

"Your cock." I turned on the bed, moving the phone to the bedside table, resting it against the light. It took a couple of iterations to put the camera to focus on where I was going to be, but when I did it right, I was just as naked and just as visible to her as she was to me. "Oh God, Ricky... I miss you."

"What do you miss?" I asked, my hand squeezing my cock and slowly stroking as I watched her fingers dancing on her body.

"I miss... your fingers... your tongue... sucking your cock..." I could tell she was getting close as she said this, the shivers and shakes of the camera intensifying as her body shuddered to her touch.

"Mmm, I miss that too."

"I miss you putting me to sleep at night..."

"Umm, yeah... I miss that especially. Now you do yourself? Put yourself to sleep?" I could see her humping her back up, causing the camera to misalign with the sexy pornographic image of her fingers on her pussy, and she didn't answer immediately, causing me to almost misunderstand when she did.

"Mostly."

At first, I assumed this meant that most of the time she masturbated before going to sleep, and then realized that perhaps it meant something else. It disappeared into my mind with a tag for "later" as she said "Oh Ricky...I'm gonna cum... Cum with me! Cum... argh!" Her body shuddered with the hardest vibrations yet, the camera coming free from between her feet and for a few moments I was looking at black as it had fallen forward onto the bed. I wasn't that far gone, but was close, and having seen her cum on camera I was easily able to intensify my self-flagellation to take myself to the edge. When the camera came back again, this time back into her hand, her "Show me! I want to see you cum!" was all it took. Now it was my turn to grunt and shudder, my cock spurting a fountain onto my stomach.

We both lay there not saying anything for several moments. I moved around and grabbed some Kleenex to clean my stomach before again picking up the phone and again looking into the lens. The need for visual was gone; when I suggested we turn the video off she agreed.

"God, I miss that, having you love on me." I didn't say anything about that, the post orgasmic glow dissipating from my body, and suddenly the mental tag previously set aside popped back into my thoughts.

"Mostly?" I said. I gave her a second to think about it and then expanded on it. "You said you "mostly" do yourself? Does that mean you've been seeing someone?" She didn't answer. "I mean, it's OK if you have, we don't exactly have a claim on each other."

"Have you been seeing anyone?" I should have expected her question right back at me, that was always her M.O. No sense in hiding it.

"I did."

"Oh."

"She's gone though."

"Why?"

"A couple of reasons, I guess. Mostly two. She had ... how can I say it -- different tastes? And, I kept thinking about you."

"Did you fuck her?" Ah gees, I thought, how was she going to take this? I guess better to admit it up front.

"Yeah."

"Was she good?" Hell yes, I found myself thinking, we'd rocked each other's bodies multiple times a day for more than a week.

"I guess," I said, trying to admit without admitting, "We had a lot of fun."

"How much fun?"

"What do you mean, how much fun?"

"How did you get together with her? Did you go to her place? How many times did you get together? One night, two nights? How many times did you do it?"

I found myself explaining that this was the same woman that I'd seen once before, we'd hooked up after meeting at a bar, pre-coronavirus, and that I'd unexpectedly run into her at work, not even realizing that we had the same employer, and upon comparing that we were both lonely and horny -- it had just happened.

"She moved in with you?"

"Just for a week."

"Why'd she leave? Did you split up?"

"I guess we weren't really together, we were just horny and helping each other out."

"She had big tits didn't she."

"Why do you say that?" I laughed.

"You're a guy, of course you like big tits. I wish mine were bigger."

"No, you don't. Yours are perfect."

"So she did have big tits!" I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, she had big tits." Despite that I told Stacy I don't normally kiss and tell, I gradually found myself answering her prying questions. Did I titty fuck her? Did she suck me off? Did I go down on her? Did we do anything kinky? Eventually she asked how long she'd stayed, followed by how many times we did it.

"I don't know. That first night, we did it like 5 times, and I'd say we did it at least 3 times a day for the rest of the time... so something like 30?"

"Wow, you never did me that much."

"I've never done you at all."

"Yeah, but you've gotten me off."

"And probably just as many times in 8 days as you and I did it, too."

It was silent for a few moments before she spoke. "Ricky?"

"What?"

"Why didn't you ever try and fuck me? Didn't you want to?" My response was instantaneous.

"Oh My God, Stace -- are you kidding? Of course, I wanted to, but you said no..."

"But you never tried..."

"And you never changed your rules. You said no, and you never changed that. The difference between us mutually playing and rape is that one word." I thought about it for a moment, the phone silent. "If I'd tried, would you have wanted to?" She didn't answer, the silence telling me all I needed to know. "What about that line we couldn't cross? Cousins and all that?" She still didn't answer. We lay there, alone and together, the phone on, but not saying anything.

The next time she spoke, I was momentarily lost. "It was with Carrie."

"What was with Carrie?" I answered.

"The 'almost' that you asked about? I did it with Carrie."

"Who's Carrie?" I asked, totally having forgotten our previous discussion about her weeks earlier.

"My High School friend, the one with the famous boobs?" Immediately the image of the three girls on the refrigerator in graduation gowns returned to my mind, remembering that the one girl had been extremely busty as compared to Stacy and her other friend.

"You were with a woman? I thought you hadn't done that before."

"I hadn't before."

"And you have now? With Carrie?"

"Yes."

"Oh." I digested what she said for a few seconds. "Why her?"

"It just sort of happened." She proceeded to tell me how she'd called Carrie right after the weekend that I'd dropped her off, and they both admitted they found the Coronavirus scary and had totally refrained from going out and partying. Carrie knew of some of their previous mutual friends who had laughed at it and called it a hoax, and then had gone to Florida for spring break, and gotten it. She'd been planning on going, but her parents convinced her to stay home. Her parents were in their late 60's, she'd been an "oops" baby almost 10 to 15 years younger than her older brother and sisters, and when her parents told her if she went, she couldn't come back, she'd bowed out.

"When I told Carrie I'd been quarantining with my cousin and except for seeing my parents and my cousin, I haven't been anywhere in weeks, she asked if I wanted to come over. She's still living at home too, so she checked with her parents and when they found out I'd been keeping safe, they said OK."

"So you went over?"

"The following Friday. I stayed with her Friday and Saturday and went home on Sunday. It was so good to see her, get caught up on everything."

"But you've never played with her before, how'd that come around?"

"It just kind of happened. We'd been in her room almost all evening, catching up and talking. She'd had a boyfriend, but when she tried to talk him out of going, he went to Florida with the gang anyway, and she'd refused to see him until he'd been quarantined for 14 days. He came down with it four days after they got back. A whole bunch of them came down with it just about the same day. He wasn't happy about that, and it turned out he hooked up with one of the other girls on the trip but didn't tell her about it until they got back. So, when I was over, we got to talking about our love lives, and I told her about you... about us."

"Oh really? How'd that go?"

"She thought it was hot." Stacy giggled. "She said "Shit, I'd fuck my cousin right now, and I don't really like him that much. I haven't been laid in almost 3 months now and I'm about ready to climb a wall." I told her we hadn't actually fucked but we'd been taking good care of each other. We'd gone to bed and were lying there just talking, and I told her you always got me off before I went to sleep, and how I always sleep so much better after I've cum... and she wanted to know if I was as horny as she was. She said she'd been trying not to think of sex, but our talking had gotten her hot. She asked if I'd ever done a girl before, and I told her no but, when I asked her the same thing, she said she had -- and then she volunteered. She said she'd help me if I'd help her. And... we did."

"How... Uh, I mean... What... uhm..." I stuttered, wanting to ask exactly what they had done, but not really wanting to have her 'kiss and tell' either.

Stacy laughed on the other end of the line. "You want to know the details, don't you," she said. I wrapped my hand around my once again almost hard cock. Hell yes, I wanted to know the details.

"You've got me hard again," I said.

"Ummm. I'd suck you if I was there."

"I'd eat you if you were here."

"You're better at it than she is." I couldn't help but laugh.

"Only you would know. So, she went down on you?"

"Not at first. I was a bit leery, but I told her if she hadn't mentioned it, I'd have probably waited until she was asleep and then got myself off. She asked if I'd like her to get me off and didn't really wait for an answer. When she put her hand on my stomach, I didn't say anything, which I guess she rightfully understood that at least I wasn't saying no. It felt a bit weird at first, but she rubbed me off and then I did her too. I understood exactly what she was doing when she pulled my panties off, and then after she did, I went down on her too."

"And then you went to sleep." I said it semi-tongue in cheek, but knew it probably wasn't true.

"Oh hell no. We did each other multiple times, and then when we woke up in the morning, we did it again. Luckily she locked her door as her mother tried to come in to wake us up for breakfast."

"Wow," I said. "Sounds like it was pretty hot. So, are you seeing her now?" A pang of regret twanged my mind, the thought of Stacy being with someone else, even if it was a woman, arousing a bit of jealousy. "Are you swapping teams?"

"No, but it is fun playing. If you're not around to take care of me, at least she's willing. She's been over and spent the night with me too. Her nipples are so sensitive, I can understand why you like sucking on them."

"I like sucking on them because you like having them sucked."

"Uhmmm," she answered, "Yeah, I do."

Her slight pause, as well as a bit of a breathy answer caught my attention. "Are you touching yourself again?"

"Yeah, are you?"

"Mmm, yeah. You've got me all hot and bothered again."

"What would you do to me if you were here?"

"Me? Let's see..." I started. "Are we naked, in bed?"

"Yeah..."

"Can you feel my hands, running all over your body?" I said, talking slowly. "You've got such a beautiful bottom, I can feel your back to me, my cock against your bottom. My arms would be over your side, my hands holding your breasts, my fingers tweaking your nipples... Oh, they're so hard, aren't they? My hands, rubbing over your belly... I'm kissing your neck... you raise your head, opening your neck for my kisses. I can feel your hand reaching back for me, but I'll push it away, this time you're going to just let me... Ummm, Can you feel my fingers? Playing with your pussy hair? OH! Feel how hot you are down there... Oh! And my fingers slipping down, finding, spreading your lips... and how wet you are, too!" She wasn't saying anything back, but I could hear her breathing, occasionally small snorts, or inhalations; shuddering exhalations, as I whispered naughtiness in her ear.

"Oh... I wish you were here with me."

"I wish you were back here with me," I corrected. "I don't think your parents would be too happy with me sleeping with you in your room."

"Mmmm, probably not."

"Can you feel how hard my cock has gotten against your bottom?" I continued. "And now I'm pushing it down, between your legs... Oh, yeah, I can feel how hot your pussy is, how it wants me... and I'm right there, my cock's right against your pussy. I'm changing my angle, pulling my legs up between yours... Oh my god, can you feel me almost slipping inside? Oh yeah, you're so hot, so wet and my cock could slide inside so easily..." I paused, waited, and then whispered, "but you've got to say it." I listened momentarily to her shuddering breath, "Say it... Say yes."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Rick... I want you to fuck me!" I was now openly squeezing and stroking my erection again. Even though it had only been a few minutes, talking dirty in her ear had affected me as much as it had her. "Oh, I'm going to cum again..." She whispered.