Sexline Made It Happen
I’ve always had a crush on my brother’s best friend, Jason. When I was five, I used to follow Jason and my brother, Glen, around everywhere. With his blonde hair and penetrating, blue eyes, Jason was my dream. When my boyfriend dumped me during my senior year in high school, Jason took me to the prom, and I fell in love even more.
The night of the prom, I also hated Jason. That night he refused to take my virginity. He said I was too young, and he didn’t want any regrets. I was determined to prove him wrong, one day.
Five years later, I had my degree in Business and was running my own series of telephone sexlines. The boy who took my virginity in college, sophomore year, introduced me to telephone sex, and I was hooked. Practice made perfect, and now I owned three sexlines and their websites.
One evening I was working my private phone line and a voice came on that I instantly recognized. It was Jason’s voice. I hadn’t seen him since the prom. Jason had relocated to a different town and married a high school sweetheart.
“Is it really you, squirt?” Jason recognized my voice too.
“Yes, this is Alex, but I’m no longer a squirt. I know you’ve seen recent family photos. Glen sent some to you.”
Jason laughed. “Still asking about me, huh?”
“Whatever. Where’s your wife? Does she know you’re calling strange women to have telephone sex?”
“I’m no longer married, and you’re not my squirt anymore. You’re a very beautiful woman. Sometimes, jacking off to your picture was the only way I could have sex with my wife.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“It’s okay. I can’t believe you own telephone sexlines.”
“Jason, I always told you I was good at being bad.”
“And how bad are you?” He asked flirtatiously.
“Should I start by handcuffing you to the bed and then sucking your dick for hours?”
“Mmm,” he murmured. “The only problem is that if we have telephone sex, we’re going to have to do it for real, probably again and again.”
“I can handle that,” I told him. “How long will it take you to get here? My pussy has been wet since I was five.”
“I’m in the parking lot outside your office. I’ll be the guy in the black Corsa with his dick out.”
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