The Truths We Hold

I never gave much thought to phone sex before. Maybe the biggest reason was because my imagination has this crazy habit of jettisoning off to random topics at the most inopportune times. I couldn’t focus enough. At least that’s what I assumed would happen. But, here I was, laying on my bed, stroking myself slowly as my former Anatomy and Physiology professor showed me her naked, sexy body, over video chat.

It started earlier today, Monday, when she sent me a random message.

Hey, stranger. It’s been a while and I thought I’d check to see how you’ve been. I know this may seem weird, but I had a dream about you the other night and felt compelled to reach out.

Oh, and if this is too weird, you don’t have to respond and I’ll understand.

I stared at the message, not believing my eyes. I hadn’t talked to Kelly Shumaker for at least two years. I finished that class with a B in her class, and a heavy heart. She told me that if I had really applied myself, I would have ended with a better grade. I didn’t care. I passed. The fact was, I had such a severe crush on her, I couldn’t concentrate. I had asked her out near the end of the semester, but she told me she was dating someone. The rejection wasn’t negative, but I had never gotten over her. Now, I get a message from her, out of the blue, and my mind checks out.

“Dude! Are you watching porn on work time?”

“Gah! What? No.” I stammered, as I clicked the lock screen. I couldn’t tell Sophie who had suddenly messaged me. I know she’d tell me I was crazy for even considering talking to her, but it couldn’t have been her we saw Friday night.

She gave me a serious look. “I called your name three times, but whatever you were looking at had you mesmerized.”

“I… Was, um, reading an email.”

“Yeah, sure, because emails are so enthralling.” She rolled her eyes. “You talking to some hottie on Tinder or something?”

She didn’t know how close to the truth she was. I tried to play it off, but she wasn’t having it.

Sophie leaned back, arched an eyebrow and curved her mouth. “You’re the worst liar ever.”

I really didn’t want to talk to her about it yet. It was probably nothing. I was sure it was a complete coincidence, but I wasn't ready to reveal anything to her yet. She’d morph into her ‘Big Sister Role,’ and tell me that I should block her. “Hey. Look,” I said. “I have to get that last autopsy report over to Daniel today or he’s going to shit. You know how he is.” I turned and left before she could question me more.

Instead of turning right, toward my desk, I found myself veering left and busting through the bathroom door. I stepped inside the last stall, closed and locked it, then tapped a return message.

I wrote and erased different iterations of that message at least twenty times before I settled on, No it’s not weird at all. Well, maybe you having a dream about me was. Lol. Hoping it was a good one!

Holding my breath I hit SEND, and leaned back. The toilet flushed underneath me and I about shit myself at the unexpected, and very loud WHOOSH of water. I jumped up to make sure the seat of my scrubs didn’t get soaked in the flush and dropped my phone. Thank the powers that be it didn’t fall into the toilet. It just bounced on the floor. Great, I thought. Now I’ve got to sanitize it. But I didn’t get that far because it lit up with a text notification from Kelly. Bathroom germs forgotten, we texted back and forth for a full hour before I realized how much time had passed. If someone wasn’t looking for me already, it would be a miracle. I had to get back and do some actual work. I silenced my notifications and went back to work as if this was a normal day, though my thoughts centered around my former/current crush.

Despite feeling lighter than air, my mind kept returning to that dark alley, and what we saw on Friday night. Sophie and I had decided to get dinner together and have a few drinks to celebrate surviving a long, arduous work week. We both had put in over twenty hours of overtime, and just needed to unwind before the weekend. I had a feeling that she was kind of interested in me. If I was honest with myself, I was attracted to her as well. My plan was to walk her home, and see if there were any sparks, any chemistry. I don’t really want to date anyone at work, but I don’t have any other prospects.

As we were walking, we heard a strange noise down a dark alleyway. It sounded like someone in trouble, or a feral cat getting attacked. I stopped. Looking toward the odd sound, I stepped closer to the alley.

Sophie wasn’t having it. “I prefer not to get mugged or sold as a sex slave after such a long week.” She said, tugging at my arm, trying to get me to cross to the other side of the street.

“We’re not going to interfere,” I said, feeling braver than normal. It must have been the margaritas talking, because normally I would follow her lead and head in an opposite, and safer direction. “If someone’s in trouble, we should at least call the police.”

“We can do that from the safety, and relative anonymity of anywhere else but here.” Sophie said.

By then, I was peeking around the corner. It was filled with shadows. At the end was a single dim light holding full darkness at bay. From this vantage point I could see the shadowy figure of a human. Based on the size and awkward movements, it looked like one person was dragging something very heavy. My imagination started playing every murder mystery movie or cop show I have ever seen. Was I witnessing a murder? It certainly looked that way.

“Come on,” Sophie tugged at my shirt. Her voice was hushed, but harsh in the dark city streets despite the downtown symphony. “I don’t like this at all. Let’s go to my place and chill for a bit. I can open a bottle of wine, I may have a beer or two somewhere. Just, come on!”

That’s when the figure stood straighter, as if they were stretching their back. The light erased the shadow off her face and head. My breath caught as I recognized someone I hadn’t seen in a while. Maybe my eyes were associating this person with her, but even with her hair pulled back in a dark ballcap, I saw my former teacher. I must have gasped or made some involuntary sound, because she turned toward me. I immediately pulled back and flattened against the wall. “That looked like Kelly Shumaker,” I whispered.

Sophie’s eyes got large as she backed away. “Was she dragging what I think she was dragging?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I clutched her hand as we slipped away in the opposite direction. We found ourselves at her apartment door, staring at each other, any thoughts of romance were gone like smoke in the wind. “See you later,” I think I muttered. She stared at me for a second. I thought I registered a hint of fright, but I could have been projecting my own unease. I stood for a second, unsure, but she gave me a slight nod. I took that as a signal to leave, so I turned and hurried to my place.

By Sunday evening I had convinced myself, beyond any reasonable doubt, that I did not in fact see my former instructor in the alley. It was dark, I had a few drinks sloshing around in my blood, and I hadn’t seen her in a long time. It was just a doppelganger. Someone who resembled her, and they were dragging what I perceived to be a body. It could have been anything, maybe even a heavy sack of trash. The Kelly I knew was not some deranged psychopath. That’s what people thought about Bundy too. My mind said.

Now, a few minutes until quitting time, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw there were several messages from Kelly. I probably should have told her that I needed to get to work, but since we had just started texting today, I didn’t feel it was that important. But then, my mind went absolutely blank except for the image beaming up from the screen. She sent me a topless picture of herself. She was smiling seductively, a clear, polished nail was clamped between her teeth, and her shirt was unbuttoned, showing a gorgeous pair of breasts.

They were smooth and perky, with slightly uptilted, erect nipples. There was a small brown freckle on the left breast, nearly hidden in her cleavage that increased my desire to caress and kiss them for hours.

When I was finally able to peel my eyes away and read the other messages, she seemed truly mortified by her actions.

OMG! I’m so sorry! I don’t know how I did that!

I tried to delete it but it won’t let me!

I promise I’m not a slut! Please don’t hate me…

Ethan, please delete that.

I shouldn’t have sent that. I apologize. I don’t know what came over me, because that’s not something I do.

If you never want to talk to me again, I understand.

I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.

“Why would I not talk to you again?” I muttered to the phone. Was that meant for someone else? I wondered. I tried to formulate an intelligent text to put her mind at ease, but all I could think about were those perfect tits. Everything I thought about saying felt contrite, and I found myself staring at the pic again.

I went directly home instead of sending a reply, I was unable to come up with an intelligent response. As soon as I opened the door, my cat, Ataxia, tried to greet me by entwining himself between my legs. I ignored him because I needed release. A towel was yanked out of the laundry basket, I tossed it on the bed, opened the phone to Kelly’s breasts and proceeded to jerk off my throbbing cock.

When the climax came, I felt like I shot a part of my soul into the towel. I flopped on the bed as Ataxia stared at me with plenty of stern, catlike judgment. “What? Don’t judge. You spend hours licking yourself every day.”

After I scrunched the towel up I was finally able to tap out a coherent text. I have to admit, that was quite a pleasant surprise when I saw your pic. I don’t think anything negative about you, how could I with an astounding pair like that? (embarrassed face emoji) Anyway, with a heavy heart, I deleted that pic, and hope that we can still chat.

Right after I added, Work got pretty hectic after lunch. That’s why it took me a while to respond.

After staring at the phone for a few minutes, waiting for an answer I decided I should feed Ataxia. He was purring and rubbing back and forth on my head. He was done judging, and was now expecting food. Sure, I felt a twinge of guilt for not actually deleting the pic, but she won’t know. I will eventually, but I knew I wanted to see them again.

The rest of the evening, Kelly was MIA, and it made me think she was so embarrassed that she’d never talk to me again. That is, until I was getting ready for bed.

My phone pinged. I stared at it, my toothbrush pressed between my teeth. It had gone off several times today, and each time I convinced myself it was Kelly, only to be disappointed over and over. I didn’t want to get my hopes up again so I finished my nightly routine before I unlocked it. The edge of the bed squeaked as I sat down. It was Kelly this time. My pulse quickened when I swiped it open and read the text.

Can I call you?

I didn’t hesitate. Yeah! Sure. But then I hoped that didn’t sound too eager.

She called a few seconds later.

“Hi,” I said, trying to keep my excitement in check.

There was silence for a minute. “I hope I didn’t cause you any trouble. I don’t know what in the world came over me.”

“No. Not at all.” I tried to hide the anticipation in my voice by sound understanding and sympathetic, though I wanted to do a backflip off the bed. “Th-that wasn’t any trouble. It was actually a very pleasant surprise.”

Kelly sighed, “If your girlfriend saw that, tell her that I’m—”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” I blurted out and then started to ramble. “I’ve been single for a while. I mean, I have dated here and there but it hasn’t panned out yet. I guess I’m not quite ready yet, or I haven’t met that girl who takes my breath away.”

“So you don’t hate me?”

“Why would I?” I scoffed. “I saw them and my jaw hit the floor. I… I… It was a very nice pic.”

“Just so you know, I don’t send lewd pics to every guy I meet. I’ve been under a lot of stress lately. Nothing you need to hear about but I had a few glasses of wine, and before you ask, that’s not normal for me either. I don’t drink during the day, but stress... A lot of it. Oh God, I must sound like a total train wreck.”

“No, not at all.”

“That’s sweet of you to say, but I don’t believe it,” she chuckled. “For whatever reason, I was feeling a little too adventurous, and before I knew it, I had sent that stupid picture.”

“I’ve heard that most women don’t care for the unsolicited dick pic, but I can tell you that I really appreciated the unsolicited tit pic,” I was trying to be nonchalant and aloof with a bit of humor sprinkled in. I didn’t realize at the time how stupid I sounded.

Kelly laughed, but then she adopted a seductive tone. “If that was such a pleasant surprise, it’s probably a good thing I didn’t send you a pic of what I’m wearing right now.”

I blinked and licked my lips as my mind began to wander. “Really?” My voice cracked and I cleared my throat. “Well, it appeared you weren’t wearing much then. I don’t imagine I'd be terribly upset at what you have on now. Unless you’re wearing like a fox furry suit. That would be a little weird.”

“Nope, no furries here. When I get out of the shower I like to wear nothing more than a thin bathrobe. And I don’t tie it.”

“Oh. Wow.” I felt my groin shift in my pants. “I think the heater just kicked on because it’s getting hot in here.”

Her voice dipped low. So low I barely heard the words, especially over the pounding of my pulse in my ears. “Wanna see?”

“Yes. Oh yes I do,” I adopted her hushed tone.

The phone made another sound. Kelly was video calling me. I was shaking. To try and calm my nerves I breathed deep twice before I tapped the “Allow Video” tab.

It was only a picture of a plain, white wall, or possibly her ceiling. “I shouldn’t be doing this. You’re going to think I’m an awful person.”

“Why do you think I’d feel that way about you? I don’t. I assure you.”

The picture flipped. It was Kelly’s face. Her light grey eyes were wide, staring back at me, and full lips curved in a half-grin. Her strawberry blonde hair surrounded her light complexion. “Because who does this? You were a student, and we haven’t talked or seen each other in a long time and now, all of a sudden, here I am sending you dirty pics. I don’t even know who I am right now.”

“I’m enjoying it,” I said, feeling bolder.

Her grin widened. “You’re a guy. Of course you are. I mean, you could be dating some poor girl right now, but you’re lying to me because you’re trying to be a player.”

“I’ve liked you since day one. You know that. When I asked you out and you told me you were seeing someone… I don’t know. I guess I didn’t accept that, but I had no choice. I should have let it go, but then I followed you on Instagram. How healthy is that? I’m surprised you don’t think of me as some kind of simp.”

“I’m just teasing. I know you’re a good guy.” Her expression changed; grew mischievous as she panned the camera out showing her bare chest.

She was indeed wearing a thin, powder blue robe that barely clung to her arms. The rest was laying on either side of her, but I only had eyes for those perfect breasts.

“You like what you see?” Her voice took on a smoky, sultry tone.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Are you getting hard?”

“So hard.”

“Touch it for me. Stroke it slowly.”

Through the fabric of my pants, I did as commanded as she cupped her own breast, squeezed it, and pulled on her pink nipple.

“If you were here right now. What would you do?”

“I’d be kissing you, sucking your breasts as my hard cock rubbed between your legs.”

“Mmmm,” she uttered. “I like that. Make sure you nibble gently at my nipples,” she licked her lips.

“Yes. Both of them, while kissing your creamy skin between.”

“You’re getting me wet Ethan. Wanna watch me slide my fingers in?”

“Uh huh,” I breathed as she slid her free hand down. The image followed. I drooled when she sunk two fingers inside her folds. She moaned softly.

I squeezed my dick through my pants. “I bet it’s so hot and tight,”

“Sink your cock all the way inside me, Ethan. Slow at first. Enjoy the feeling of my wet pussy surrounding you, swallowing all of you.”

I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulled them down, and stroked. Slowly at first but I increased speed. “You feel amazing. I’m all the way inside you, my hands clench your ass cheeks, but then I pull all the way out so I can see your juices on me.”

“Get back inside and fuck me Ethan,” she said, her fingers working faster.

“I ram it back in. Place your legs on my shoulders so I can get even deeper.”

“Yes! Pound me so hard!”

Kelly’s fingers were blasting her pussy. I didn’t bother with any lube and I could feel it starting to chafe, but I didn’t care.

“Can you feel me cumming, Ethan?” Kelly moaned louder.

“Yes!” I grunted through gritted teeth, jerking faster, imagining what it would feel like to fuck my unrequited crush for the first time. She continued to moan as my back arched and my hot load shot onto my stomach. “God! Fuck!” I groaned as my penis continued to throb.

After her moans subsided she said, “It’s been a long time since I came that hard.” Her voice sounded small, breathy, spent.

“I can’t believe I just bukkaked myself.”

Kelly burst out laughing. “Gross!” She said between laughing fits. “Go get yourself cleaned up. I’ll talk to you later.” She ended the call.