"Lesbian club? No men in sight?"
"Absolutely," she lied cheerfully. "I'll take you and Geoff there sometime and do a lap dance with a hot stranger to turn you both on." Her voice turned into a throaty little purr. "So . . . is anything sore?"
"You fishing for details?"
"Yes," she said. "I'm imagining so many things, but the reality . . . I want to hear about the reality. I'd like to watch the two of you."
He blinked. "Why would you want to do that?"
"Did you forget our girl-on-girl burger commercial conversation? Why do you want to see me give a lap dance to another woman? Seeing you two touching each other, your gorgeous bodies rubbing up against each other, your . . ." She paused. "I don't think I'm drunk enough for phone sex. But I keep thinking about the way you look now, how things feel . . ."
His cock tried to st
ir back to life at her intrigued tone. It gave him an idea. Maybe a bad one, but sometimes a guy had to risk the nest of snakes so he didn't miss seeing something really cool happen on the other side of them.
"He made me spew like a teenager and, when I move, I can feel the lube still in my ass." He glanced toward the cheap mirror he had up on the wall. The TV light provided just enough illumination to confirm his next words. "And there are red spots on my face where he rubbed his jaw against me."
"Oh . . ." Her voice dwindled.
Maybe it was a crutch, but the idea of commanding her made him feel more in charge of what was going on. "Did you take your vibrator with you?"
"No. I was afraid I might . . . be too tempted."
"Uh-huh. We'd have to punish you when you got home." This was new for him, but he heard the little catch in her breath and pressed onward. "Are you in your room? By yourself?"
"Yes."
"Put your hand between your legs and play with yourself. I want your fingers inside you. Are you wet and hot?"
A pause, a sound as if she bobbled the phone. His cock definitely reacted as she let out a quiet moan. "Yes."
"Good. Keep your hand in there and call Geoff. Tell him what you're doing and ask him if you can keep going."
He cut the connection and moved into the hallway, listening for the sound of Geoff's phone ringing. When he heard Geoff answer, Chris put his hand on Geoff's bedroom door and slowly pushed it inward.
Geoff was stretched out on his bed in his pajama pants, no shirt, and had the TV on the news. He'd muted it when he answered his phone. Looking at Chris, he switched the phone to speaker mode. All the better.
"So your fingers are in your pussy?" Geoff's slightly stern voice made Chris's cock twitch another step toward a full erection.
"Yes." Sam had that breathy sound to her voice.
"And Chris told you to do that."
"Yes sir."
Geoff's lips pressed together and Chris felt an odd leap at the address. He moved to the end of the bed and around the corner. Geoff's eyes were focused on him with a neutral expression. Chris wasn't interested in neutral. He wanted to see those sensual lips stretched back from his teeth, allowing Geoff to draw in much-needed air.
"Do we want to hear her come?" Geoff asked Chris, raising his voice so Sam heard the exchange.
"Yeah. Fast and hard. Calling both our names."
Approval surged in Geoff's expression. "You heard him, Sam."
"Yes."
"Good. You tell us what you're doing."
"I'm lying back on the bed . . ."