The Caller

The Caller

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Haylie Robinson gets a mysterious call from a guy who seems to know her but she doesn't know him. And although she keeps telling him, to leave her alone, he engages her into a sexual fantasy over the phone that suddenly peaks her interest.

Summary

Haylie Robinson gets a mysterious call from a guy who seems to know her but she doesn't know him.
And although she keeps telling him, to leave her alone, he engages her into a sexual fantasy over the phone that suddenly peaks her interest.

Content

Submitted: June 08, 2013

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Submitted: June 08, 2013

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Author’s Note: This is Kaylie’s sister, and Jenna Robinson’s daughter. Since I’m having a story about Kaylie, I wanted some of you to see what’s going on with the other sister. Enjoy. Tell me your honest opinion about this short story because i never wrote anything like this before.

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“So, how is San Diego?” I asked my sister, Kaylie over the phone.

She sighed. “I rather not talk about what’s happening over here. What about you? How’s Ohio?”

“The very same. It’s boring. You talk to dad?”

“We got into an argument, still no sign of mom.”

“Think she ran off?”

I stopped pacing around my bedroom and did an intake of breath. “I don’t think she’d do that, Kaylie.”

“What do you think happened?”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to worry about it, it’s just going to end up driving me crazy all night.”

“Right.”

“Hey I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” She asked.

“I-” I hear a blast of static over the phone.

“Hello?” I ask.

“Hello?” I asked again.

“Haylie-” My sister’s voice is muffled.

I shake my head. “Uh, hold on, I’m going to call you back.” I said. I hung up the phone and dialed her number back.

I put the phone to my ear and waited for her to pick up the phone.

A man answered the phone. His voice low and husky. “Hello?” He asks.

I paused. She has a man there with her?

“Um, hi, do you have my sister’s phone?”

“Depends, whose your sister?”

“Kaylie Robinson.”

“Mmh…no.”

“Oh, then I must have dialed the wrong number, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

There was a short pause for a second.

“Okay, well…bye.”

“Hold on…”

“Why?” I asked.

“What’s your name?”

I chuckled. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Lindsey.”

“Liar.” he whispers.

I nod. “You’re right. I am lying. Goodbye.” I hang up and then put the phone in my hands to dial Kaylie’s number again.

I put the phone back to my ear.

“Oh, I was just about to call you back.” She said.

“I dialed the wrong number and this guy calls himself trying to flirt with me.”

She giggled. “Why are you surprised? All guys try to flirt with you.”

“Yeah, but still-” Another blast of static and I hear the other line ring.

“Hold on.” I said and then click to the other line. “Um, hello?” I ask.

“Hi, again.”

“You’re starting to creep me out, dude.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, you are…so what do you want?”

“Just to talk. You sound gorgeous over the phone.”

“As do you.” I said mocking him.

I hear him chuckle. “I want to get to know you.”

“What, based on my voice?”

“Yes.”

“Right now, you’re sounding just a little pathetic and my sister is on the other line so, goodbye.”

“Wait…can I at least know your name?”

“No, you can’t.” I hung up on him and clicked to the other line.

“You there, Kaylie?” I asked.

“Yeah, I cant……you.”

“What?”

“I said…can’t hear……can’t……hear you.” The static got worst.

“Okay, I’ll just talk to you tomorrow.” Then I hung up the phone and placed it on my bed.

I went to the kitchen to get a glass of wine and walked back into my bedroom. I shut the door, placed my wine glass down on the table and pulled down my bed pants.

I pulled my covers back and flipped under the sheets, and clicked the tv on.

A few seconds later, my phone rings.

My palm sweat as I grab onto it and pick it up and put it to my ear. “Hello?”

“Going to sleep, soon?”

“Are you watching me?”

“It’s one in the morning, I’m making an assumption.”

“Why do you keep calling me?” I asked, turning the tv down.

“I’m bored.”

“Well do something worth doing.”

“I am. It’s worth being called a creep as long as I can hear your voice.”

“There are so many more prettier girls living in Ohio than me. Go bother one of them.”

“Hmm….I rather not. And I assure that you may be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “You know me?”

“Yes. My shock is that you don’t know me. Don’t recognize my voice.”

My lips part.

“Well I don’t have that many friends from Ohio.”

“I’m not from Ohio, Haylie.”

“Thought you didn’t know my name.”

“I was testing to see if you were dumb enough to tell your name to a complete stranger.”

“Well I’m not.”

“I know. So now that we have the obvious out of the way, I want to talk to you about something, something I’ve always wanted to talk to you about.”

“Can I know who this is first?” I asked.

“No, we’ll leave that out of the equation for now.”

I stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue.

“I think about you. I think about you a lot and tonight is the very first night I thought about calling you….to talk to you about this.”

“About what?”

“Close your eyes.”

“What?” I asked.

“Do it.”

“Why?”

I hear him sigh over the phone. “Do it.”

I sigh. Who is this and what did he want from me?

Forget it.

I shut my eyes.

“ I want you, Haylie.” He whispered.

My eyes opened. I didn’t move because as he said the words, I can feel chills run down my body.

“What?” My voice was low.

“I want you.”

“I…who is this?” My voice was no louder than a whisper.

“I have fantasies about you, Haylie. Most of them involve us…alone…in a room…my hands on you. Touching you…feeling you…in between your legs.”

I closed my eyes. What was happening?

“Why?” It was all that would come out.

“You always look so innocent. I just wanted to see how innocent you really were. How innocent are you, Haylie?”

I shake my head. I never had sex before, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

I’ve kissed a guy before and let him feel me up but that was it.

“I…”

“Have you ever been kissed? Actually kissed, more than a peck. I’m talking about someone pushing you hard against a wall, blocking all ways for you to escape, and their lips, against yours, hard?”

“No.” I whispered.

“Hmm…I want to do that to you. Kiss you, holding your arms above your head so you won’t stop me. My hands, feeling down your body, and I feel how heated you are from my touch, when my hand goes down to your pussy, and I cup it while you moan in my mouth. Do you want it as much as I do?” He asked.

I sunk down into my sheets. “Yes.” I whisper. Oh, what was I saying? I don’t even know this guy. I need to just hang up.

“My fingers unbutton that dark blue cardigan you use to wear. I get to the last button, and it shows your black tank top. I tell you to take it off and you do…but slowly.”

“What else?” I whisper, my boldness coming out.

“I drop to my knees in front of you, my fingers glide up your legs, to your thighs. Tell me what you want me to do.”

My voice is going to tremble when I speak, so I try to gather myself before I say anything.

“Kiss me.”

“Where?”

“Between my thighs.”

“And when I do, I smell how much you want me. My lips kiss between your thighs and my tongue darts out, tasting you. Tasting your wetness. I use to stare at you, all the time and imagine how you taste. I bet you taste good.” He whispered.

“You want to taste me?”

“Yeah, baby, I do.”

Something happened. Moisture started to come out of me.

My hand slips into my panties. I can’t believe I’m doing this. With a complete stranger. He says we know each other but….this still felt wrong.

My clit was wet as I rubbed it.

I moaned. “What else?” I whispered.

“Mmh…you’re touching yourself, baby?”

“Yes.”

“I wanna touch you. Slide my hand down your clit, to your virgin slit. Slip my finger in and feel you tense up.”

I moan.

“I get off my knees and grab your hand, forcing you into my bedroom. I shut and lock the door and force you down onto my bed.”

“And then what?” I breathed.

“I take off your panties, slide them down your legs, and pull down my pants. I pull down my boxers, letting myself free and I spread your legs.”

“What do I have on?”

“Only your tank top and a skirt….no panties.” He breathes.

I close my eyes. “And then what?”

“We’re not going to do much since this your first time but I slide between your legs, your pussy throbbing as my cock inches towards it.”

My breathing speeds up.

“Then?” I breathed, my fingers sliding across my slit.

“I push inside of your virgin heat, and I hold you down onto the bed, watching you while get used to me inside you.”

I push one finger inside slightly and sigh, imagining it was him.

I’m wet and ready for the fantasy to become reality. “Are you hard?” I whisper.

“Yes, and right now…I’m imagining me fucking your mouth.”

Tremors flow through my body and I moan.

“Pulling my hair?” I gasped.

“You want me to pull your hair, baby?”

“Yes.” I cry out.

“Mmh…I’ll sit on the edge of the bed and watch you on your knees, your wet mouth on my dick while I’m grabbing your hair.”

Oh…I think I’m gonna cum.

My fingers slide between my wet folds and I throw my head back against my pillow as my back arch.

“Are you gonna cum, baby?”

“Yes.” I whimper.

“Stop…that part comes later.”

“I can’t….stop.” I gasp again.

“I grab you and slam you down on to the bed and climb over to cover your body and you take me inside your wet heat again.”

My stomach tightens as I try to hold in my orgasm.

“I’m not going slow. I’m covering your mouth with my hand so no one can hear me pounding in your tight heat.”

I can’t hold it in any longer. My hand squeezes around the phone and my eyes shut tightly.

“How does it feel, baby?”

I can’t even answer as I erupt. My fingers rubbing faster as I reach my climax, and I can’t find the urge to stop.

I choke out a high moan as it completely covers my body, making me shut my eyes.

I’m breathing, my heart is beating fast in my chest and my head is spinning.

I touch myself but my orgasms never be that intense.

I sigh softly, trying to calm down, trying to get my head right.

“How was it, baby?” He asked.

“It was….good…amazing.” I say, breathless.

“I think so too. Shall I call you again?”

I hesitate, it’ll be stupid to say yes. But I’d be upset to say no. “Call tomorrow night.”


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