Chapter 1

When Toby Fetters picked up the phone and dialed, that warm summer evening, she knew what she was doing. She was excited, with a pulsing, daring, tingling, anticipatory excitement, but she knew exactly what she was doing. She always knew what she was doing. They hadn't called her "Unruffled" Fetters, in high school for nothing. "The Cool One," in college. "Miss Unflappable," at work.

She was beginning to think there was no one home, after five rings. Then she heard the receiver lift, and, despite her practiced cool, her heart lifted with it. Not just her heart. She shifted in her chair and crossed her bare tanned legs, to squeeze the pulsing tingle in the warm luxuriant oasis of her moistening crotch.

"Hello," Roy Horlick said, his voice sounding crisp and cheerful. She knew the voice, right away, even though she'd only talked to him that one time, at the party four days before. Crisp and cheerful, the same way he looked. It was one of the reasons she was calling him now. But not the main reason. "Horny" Horlick, one of the girls had called him, after he'd left the party, early, with his date.

"Toby Fetters here," she said, "as they say in England."

"I'll be God damned," he said. "I tried to call you, but the operator wouldn't give me your number."

"It's unlisted."

"Why?"

"I'm starting a new life, in this new apartment, and there are a lot of old acquaintances who should be forgot."

He laughed.

"That Auld Lang Syne stuff is bullshit. For the birds."

"For the birds past menopause," she said. "Anyway, you do remember me." She recrossed her legs and touched her pantied pussy tentatively, with a fingertip. God, she was damp.

"Remember you? How could I forget?"

"Oh, balls. My ass is what you remember."

"That, too."

"That, mostly." She'd seen him looking at her ass, covertly at first, then openly, hungrily. Along with every other straight male at the party. She'd wanted them to look, or she wouldn't have worn those orange stretch pants. They'd been wasted on her fag date, but he'd served his purpose.

"What I called to ask you, is, how do you feel about obscene phone calls?"

"They're all right," he said. "Whatever turns a guy on."

"I don't mean a guy. Obscene calls from a girl."

"I never got any. But I'm all for them."

"You're getting one now."

"Oh?"

"Take your cock out," Toby said, in her huskiest, throatiest voice. "Take your cock out, and I'll start." God, she was excited. She recrossed her legs again.

"I can't," he said, in a strained voice. "I can't even answer you in kind."

"Oh, no," she said, slumping a little in her chair. "Don't tell me you're inhibited?"

"Not at all. Only I've got company."

"A girl?" Damn him, anyway. Horny Horlick.

"No. My nephew."

She brightened immediately. There was hope, anyway. For a little later, maybe. "I can talk to you, then, any way I want to."

"Any way you want to."

She cradled the phone between her shoulder and her ear, uncrossed her legs, and slid down and forward in the chair, letting her knees drift apart.

"If you were here..." she said, and stopped a minute to think. "Yes?"

"If you were here, would you like to fuck me?" Not much imagination, she thought, but it was good enough, for openers.

"Sure would." He was sounding crisp and cheerful again. For his nephew's benefit, she was sure.

"You could, if you were here, you know."

"Could what."

"Fuck me."

"Ah, yes," he said.

"When you do come over here, will you fuck me?"

"Sure will. Can't think of anything I'd like better."

"There's only one thing." She was thinking better, now. Had her excitement under control. "What's that?"

"There's something I'd like you to do for me before you fuck me."

"Anything you say." He wasn't sounding crisp and cheerful anymore. She was sure he was sweating. She put the phone on the floor beside the chair, stood up swiftly and removed her pants. When she sat down again and picked up the phone, she could hear his voice, sounding frantic almost, saying, "Hello? Hello?" She smiled, and pulled her short skirt up over the white swell of her lower belly.

"Here's what I'll do," she said into the mouthpiece, her voice even lower, throatier, almost a whisper now. "I'll sit on the edge of my bed, with no pants on."

"Yes?" She could hear his breathing. She slid down in the chair and let her legs come apart, raising her head to look at her pussy lips opening pinkly in their crowning crisp bush of chestnut fur.

"I'll open my legs wide."

"Yes?"

"I'll part the lips of my pussy with my fingers. Open my twat for you. It's very pink and tender and sensitive, and moist. It's moist, right now. I'm looking at it." She was, too. She slid a fingertip across the swelling little eel of her clitoris, wriggling her hips a little in the chair.

"Oh, God," Roy Horlick said, in a frog's croak.

"When I do that, will you kiss my cunt for me?"

"Umm," he moaned.

"Slide your tongue inside and lick the warm, wet slippery parts? The tender little wrinklings of my twat?"

"Oh, God," he croaked again.

"Before you slide your cock inside and fuck me, will you suck my cunt good?"

"Yes."

"Eat my pussy."

"Yes."

"Lick it? Lap it? Gobble my cunt."

"Yes. Yes. Yes."

Abruptly, she took her finger from her slimed pussy and sat up straight. Enough of this torture. She had an idea.

"Has your cock started to swell up?" she asked. "Get stiff?"

"Started to," he groaned.

"Is it all swollen and hard?"

"Couldn't be more so."

"Even if I kissed it? Tickled it underneath with my tongue? Took it all the way in my mouth and sucked it? I'd like to suck your cock, you know."

He didn't say anything. Only groaned.

"How old is your nephew?" Now she was the one who sounded crisp and cheerful.

"Sixteen. Almost seventeen. Why?"

"Old enough," she said. "Do you think he'd like to fuck me?"

She was so excited now, with her new idea, that she was almost trembling. The Cool One, she thought. The Cool One with the hots.

"I'm sure," Roy Horlick said. "But I know he's never.. . "

"A boy virgin?"

"That's what he's told me."

Too good to be true, she thought.

"Bring him over," she said. She listened through a moment's silence.

"Right now?"

"Right now. I'll fuck you both to a fare-thee-well."

"What's your address?" She told him.

"Well be there in ten minutes," he said.

She squeezed her legs tight together as she put the phone back in its cradle.

Two hard cocks, she thought happily. The answer to a parched pussy's prayer.