Author’s note: Rated NC-17! Forgive the lapses in telecommunications
know-how. I know *69 wouldn’t work
here…it’s fiction, ok?
Always
answer the phone
Ring. Ring.
“Hello?
Hello? Hello!”
“Uh, yeah, I’m sorry, I must have the wrong--is this 228-8900?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Is Joey there?”
“No Joey here. Do
you have the right area code?”
“That’s probably it.
I’m sorry.”
“No problem.
Goodbye.”
“Bye.”
Ring. Ring.
“HELLO!”
“Oh, dammit, I did it again, I’m really sorry.”
“It’s alright.”
“I keep misdialing.”
“It’s ok.
Goodbye.”
Ring. Ring.
“Would you stop calling me?”
“Sorry. I just
wanted to apologize. It won’t happen
again, I assure you.” Click.
Sigh.
*69
Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Uh...hello?”
“Hi, I’m the woman you just called? I’m sorry about being so rude before.”
“How’d you get--?”
“Star 69.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean
to sound so suspicious...I just know my own number blocks that. I forgot about being in this hotel room.”
“So...forgive me?”
“Sure.”
“Ok...well..bye--”
“What’s your name?”
“Um...”
“Look, nevermind.
I wouldn’t tell me either. I’ll
let you go now.”
“Nikki.”
“Is that your real name?”
“No.”
“Ha ha. Smart girl.”
“What’s your name?”
“J...Jason.”
“Is that YOUR real name?
“Close enough.”
*****************
“So...is this Joey your boyfriend or
something?”
“What? I’m not
g--no, he’s my partner...I mean, in our, uh, business.”
“What do you do?”
“Um...we...we...”
“Don’t tell me.”
“No, it’s just that...jeez, sometimes I’m a really bad
liar.”
“And other times?”
“I can’t remember what the truth is anymore.”
*****************
“You have a really nice voice,
Nikki, you know that?”
“So do you. You’re probably a singer or something, huh?”
“Something like that.”
*****************
“No, my life is pretty boring. Most of my friends are partnered or married
off already, and I’m just the 30 year old single girl tagging along with no
prom date. Ugh.”
“I find that hard to believe. You sound great to me.”
“Yeah, right. How
‘bout you?”
“Well...it’s complicated.”
“Let me guess...you have a girlfriend, but you never see
each other, and you’ve been together a long time, but the magic just isn’t
there anymore. But you haven’t met
anyone you like better, so you keep going back.
Am I close?”
“Damn. Are you
psychic?”
“No, just a Pisces.”
“Really? When’s
your birthday?”
“It was yesterday.”
“Oh! Well then...Happy
birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear...Nikki...Happy
birthday to you...and many mooooooore.
Hello? Nikki?”
“I’m...here.”
“Is something the matter?”
“No...just thought I heard something--nevermind. It’s nothing, forget it. Thanks.
I appreciate that.”
*****************
“I was just watching a little MTV when you called.”
“Oh yeah? What was
on?”
“Backstreet Boys.
You like them, Jason?”
“Hell no.
Wimps. Bubblegum.”
“REALLY?”
“But they’re NOWHERE as bad as that bunch of panty
wastes, *Nstink. God, I hate them.”
“You...do?”
“Yeah. Pussies.”
“I see.”
“I’m, uh...I’m kidding.”
“So, you DO like them?”
“They’re aiight.
Do YOU like them?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Really? Do you
have a favorite?”
“Mmm-hmmm. Guess.”
“I know. You like
the one ALL the girls like, with the big blonde ‘fro and the billion dollar
smile?
“Ha ha! Not ALL the girls like him. He’s very cute, though. VERY cute.”
“Hmmm. What about
the Italian stud guy?”
“Nope.”
“No? The one with
the baffling sense of humor?”
“You sure know a lot about these guys.”
“I have a little sister, you know how it is. I know, the one with the brilliant green
eyes.”
“How do you know what color eyes they have?”
“My girlfriend likes them too. I can’t get away from those assholes.”
“Well, you’re wrong anyway.”
“Really? So you
like the guy with the crazy wardrobe?”
“Oh, stop it.”
“What strange taste you have.”
“I can’t help it.
I’m waaaay too old for this, but I can’t help it. He mesmerizes me.”
“He does?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think 30 is too old.”
*****************
“So, why are you in a hotel
room? Are you on a business trip?”
“Yeah, in a way.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
“No, it’s fine.
I’m not trying to be cryptic on purpose, I just...well, maybe I am.”
“I understand. You
don’t know me.”
“I’d like to.”
“What do you wanna know?”
“What you look like.”
“What do you think I look like?”
“I think you’re beautiful.”
“Then I am.”
“C’mon, you have to give me more than that!”
“Ok, ok...Um...I have brown eyes and brown hair and brown
skin. I’m a walking Crayola crayon.”
“I see.”
“Not what you expected, huh?”
“Better.”
“Better?”
“I bet you’re gorgeous.
I know you are, Nikki.”
“You’re making me blush.”
“Good.”
“What do you look like?”
“Oh, you know, just your average typical white guy.”
“Ha ha, I see.”
“Actually, I kinda look like that freak from *Nsuck that
you like...what’s his name? JD?”
“Really, like him?
You wouldn’t just say that to tease a girl, would you?”
“Would you like to be teased...Nikki?”
“Absolutely.”
*****************
“So...where are you now, Nik?”
“I’m sitting on my bed.”
“Are you alone?”
“Yes. You?”
“Yes. What are you
wearing?”
“Um...just a T-shirt.”
“And?”
“What do you think?”
“I can imagine.”
“What are YOU wearing?”
“I...uh...just this shirt and--”
“Who designed it?”
“I think it’s a...I mean, I don’t know. Why ask me that?”
“Forget it. Go
on.”
“What would you do if I were there right now?”
“I’d ask you to stand right here in front of me.”
“Ok. Then what?”
“I’d put my hands on your face...and memorize it with my
fingers. Your mouth...your nose...your blue
eyes--”
“How do you know I have blue eyes?”
“I--I--I’m guessing.”
“You guessed right.”
“Where was I?”
“You were about to kiss me.”
“Was I?”
“Yes.”
*****************
“Are you lying down, Nikki?”
“Yes. You, too.”
“Ok. Where are
your hands?”
“One’s holding the phone...the other’s rubbing my
stomach.”
“I want you to move you hand up...underneath your
T-shirt.”
“Ok...ok.”
“Touch your breasts for me...and imagine it’s me doing
it.”
“Your touch is so gentle.”
“Are you nipples hard?”
“Uh-huh. You?”
“Definitely.”
“Are you playing with them now?”
“God, yeah.”
“Lick your fingertips and rub them for me, Jas.”
“I wish it was your mouth on me right now.”
“Me, too.”
“You’re getting me so hot, Nikki.”
“Does listening to me make you hot?”
“Yes, sweetie.”
“Does listening to me breathing make you hard?”
“Yes…I want you.”
“I want you.”
“How do I know?”
“I’m creaming for you already.”
“Tell me.”
“I’m sliding my right hand down between my breasts...past
my belly button...into my panties...over the soft curls...to my sex.”
“I’m doing the same.”
“Mmmm.”
“Say it like it’s me doing it, baby.”
“Your fingers are stroking my lips...soft at first...just
lightly brushing my clit.”
“It’s so hard.”
“Yes...yes...you touch it...oh...shit...it feels so
good.”
“Like the way you’re stroking me.”
“You’re so big. I
have to use both hands.”
“God, you’re good.”
“Please talk to me...please.”
“Open your legs for me baby...open up to me.”
“Oh...yes.”
“I’m touching you just a little bit faster...just a
little. You’re so hot right now.”
“God, I’m so wet.
I want you inside me.”
“I wanna taste you first.
I want to kiss your sex like I’d kiss your beautiful mouth.”
“Please…”
“Slide your finger inside...just a little at first.”
“Oh...”
“Then deeper. Does
that feel good?”
“Jas--”
“Rub you cream all over your swollen clit.”
“Oh...God...I can’t…”
“Imagine that’s me licking you...tasting you...plunging
my tongue deep inside you over and over.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“I want to fuck you so hard.”
“I’d make you cum so hard, Jas.”
“I will...soon...soon, baby.”
“Tell me what you want.
I’ll do anything for you.”
“I want you to take that finger you’ve been fucking
yourself with and taste it for me.”
“Ummm...mmm...I’m dripping all over the sheets.”
“Now rub your cream on your nipples.”
“I...shit, man. I
need you now.”
“Tell me what you taste like.”
“Sweet...and musky...and hot.”
“Oh, baby.”
“Are you stroking that huge dick for me?”
“Just for you. I’m
close...so close.”
“Would you like it if I went down on you?”
“Please...”
“And let my tongue lick your sex up and down the
shaft...over the head...as I caress your balls...and take the whole thing, inch
by inch, down my throat?"
“Fuck…I want you now.
Are you ready for me, Nikki?”
“Yes...please.”
“Take your fingers and slowly open up your sex for me.”
“Mmmmmmm.”
“Can you feel me coming inside?”
“Pl—please...”
“Imagine your fingers are my cock...teasing you...entering
you a little...then pulling out...then going back again”
“Rub the tip of your cock against my clit, Jas.”
“Oh, yes, yes...I want you so much.”
“I’m gonna cu—I...need.”
“Baby...I can’t...I...”
“Fuck me, Jason.
Oh, please, fuck me.”
“I’m deep inside you now...I’m riding you...Oh
shit...I’m...we’re...so close…”
”I can feel your sex inside mine....”
“You’re so damn tight, I can’t hold
back much long—”
“I’m...I’m...uh...cum with me.”
“Oh...shiiiiiiiitt...God...Niiiiikkkiii...uuuuuhhhhh!”
“Jaaa...ooooh...oh, shit...Oh, God, yeeeeessss!!”
Sigh. Shudder.
Shudder. Sigh.
“Oh my God. I
came so hard, Nikki.”
“Oh...me, too. I
came all over you.”
“I know. I’m
holding you to me right now.”
“Oh...sweetie.”
*****************
“Well...I’m glad Joey forgot to give you his new area
code.”
“Oh, me too. I’ll
have to thank him for that when I see him.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Well...”
“Nik...I wanna tell you something. I probably shouldn’t, but I...I think...I
KNOW I can trust—”
“I know...JC.”
“You...you do?”
“I knew for sure when you sang to me.”
“Oh. Shit.”
“Hey, don’t worry.
Don’t worry. It’s no biggie. It’s ok.
You can trust me.”
“You weren’t going to say anything?”
“No. I didn’t
think there’d be reason to...since I’d never see—talk to you again.”
Sigh.
Sigh.
“What if I gave you my number...my private number?”
“You’d do that?”
“On one condition?”
“What?”
“You tell me your real name.”
“Ha. Why do you
need to know that?”
“For the next time.
And so I know the right name to scream in my fantasies.”
“Who said there would be a next time?”
“Just wishful thinking.”
“I was wishing that, too.”
“Maybe one day we could...maybe...”
“You don’t have to say that, Josh.”
“Say my name again.”
“Josh.”
“I like that. I
know I don’t have to say it. I want
to. I want to...someday.”
“Ok...someday.”
Copyright
© February 18, 2001 by KTA
Author’s note, May 2005: Oh my. Rereading
this now, I see something. When I wrote
this back in 2001, I had no idea that there used to be an *Nsync member named
Jason, or that JC used to date a girl named Nikki (am I right about that?) Am I psychic or what?