Phone Sex

It is a beautiful Sunday morning and I am feeling much better. I know they say sun is bad for your skin and all, but after this post, the extent of my day is just to read a book and lay out under the sun. But first, this post.

When I last wrote, I thought the boyfriend was feeling horny. I was not wrong. Despite encouragements to the contrary, I had a number of delicious plans in mind. He wanted a piece of me, he was going to have to work for it. Dinner out. A romantic stroll. He was going to have to endure one hell of a lot of teasing. And most importantly - he was going to have to make the first move. The torturous teasing was more to make sure he made that first move. Ah, but as they say, "the best laid plans . . . ". By the time I got home, I was wiped. No dinner out. No romantic stroll. No torturous teasing. And no first move. But yes, the boyfriend still got laid.

Am I the perfect girlfriend or what?

One nice thing about getting sick the week before Mother's Day is that I do not go see my mother. My mother is such a hypochondriac that she does not want me even driving down her street if I have had the sniffles in the past two weeks. Instead, I arranged for flowers to be delivered to her on Friday. I would have had the boyfriend deliver the flowers on Sunday; however she would not have wanted to boyfriend on her porch either since he was living with her sick daughter. And, believe it or not, she would not have even let the flowers into her home if I had been around them. My mother.

Last Sunday afternoon, I am in my bra and panties after having just taken my second shower for the day (I tend to take a lot of showers when I am sick), when the phone rang. I groaned. Yes, you know who it was. My mother! I swear if it had not been Mother's Day, I would not have answered. I planned to call her later. I was just putting it off. She liked the flowers. She was pleased that I did not come see her. She eventually got around to asking how I was feeling. Of course, this meant that she then had to tell me how sick she had been recently. I swear, I may be in the casket at my own funeral and she will still have to out-sick me.

Have I set the scene?

Aside from being in my bra and panties, there is absolutely nothing sexy about me then.

So tell me why the boyfriend chose that moment to finally make the first move!!!! Men!!!! All of y'all are sick!!!

Apparently, he had been watching me walk around the apartment while I was talking (more like listening) to my mother. Apparently, he had been watching me very intently. At some point, I was, for whatever reason, bending over the table. This is when he chose to slip up behind me. I did not think much of it. This is the boyfriend we are talking about, after all. I sometimes forget that he is a sick demented man like the rest of them. I look back over my shoulder and smile at him, wiggling my ass against his crotch that he had pressed against me. He starts grinding into me. I am still not thinking anything (hey, I had been sick so I had a reason to be thinking slow), until I move to stand back up and he puts a hand in my back to keep me bent over. I look back over my shoulder at him. He is smiling. I give him the look! I swear I think that only turned him on all the more. I whisper "no". He just nods his head yes and proceeded to unfasten his pants. He was rock solid. He began to pull my panties down. When I resisted this, he changed tactics. He used his legs to spread mine and simply pulled my panties to the side. The boyfriend was coming inside Rachel.

I am the perfect girlfriend - a push button slut - because I was plenty wet enough to easily recieve him inside of me.

My mother is still on the phone telling me about something. I barely listen to her as it is. Her baby girl - me - is bent over a table getting her pussy drilled. The boyfriend was not about to let this be a quick, wham bam, fill Rachel with cum, see ya later sort of fuck. He was taking it slow. I think he was enjoying that I was on the phone and having to pretend like there was nothing going on behind me. I lay my head face down onto the table. I am intent on my bofriend in my pussy and my mother in my ear. He began to massage my clit with his fingers while still slowly riding me. Oh my God. I was going to cum. My mother is talking.

"Are you okay Rachel?"

"Why mom?"

"Your voice is sounding all rough and husky again".

I am thinking, "yes mom, it does that when I am about to cum".

Instead, I say, "just sick still".

"What are you taking for it Rachel? Can I bring you something?"

She chooses now to be caring?!?!?!

"No mom, I'm fine. I'm sure I will be feeling much better very soon". And I think it was right about that moment that I came all over my boyfriends dick that he was still rhythmically thrusting into me. Have I mentioned that I am sometimes a screamer? Not always. I never know when. Well, guess what I was getting ready to do while I was on the phone with my mother as my boyfriend is fucking me from behind? I shoved my fist so hard into my mouth that you could see the bite marks a day later.

"Gotta go mom".

At which point I hung up the phone and demanded that the boyfriend stop all this gentle love making and fuck me like the queen slut I was for him.

When he was finished inside of me, I looked back up to him and promised him "paybacks are Hell buddy".

I then looked over at the phone and wondered, did I turn it off before or after I told him to "fuck me like the queen slut I was for him".

Hugs,
Rachel