Before Goodnight
by Giselle Renarde
“Just
about time for goodnight,” Elson said, stifling a yawn. “Gotta be up early tomorrow.”
Don’t
go. Not yet.
Kim’s
stomach clenched. She held her
cell phone so close to her face the overwhelmed battery blazed against her
cheek. She was always afraid of her parents picking up when she
called him on the house phone.
To
keep him on the line she whispered, “I would love to have you in my mouth right
now.”
“In
your mouth?” Elson drew out each
word, and Kim wondered if it was shock or disinterest. “Well, I guess I could make time for
that.”
“Any
time, any place.” She tried to
sound sexy.
Was
it working?
“Any time?” He sounded
dubious. “Any place?”
Her
parents were right down the hall.
God forbid they should hear her say such naughty things. Elson liked to tell Kim she was way too
old to worry what her parents thought, but she would always be her father’s
daughter. Elson couldn’t seem to
understand that dynamic.
“Any place.” She nodded, not that he could see her. “Any place, including the parking
garage at your office.”
Now
Elson’s throat made a growling sound, and she knew she had him. “Oh yeah. Remember that?”
“How
could I forget?” Kim’s heart raced
with the memory. “Twice.”
“Well,
two different occasions.”
“That’s
what I meant,” she said. “I was so
nervous. I thought for sure we
were going to get caught.”
“Which
time?” he asked.
“Both
times. I thought some security
guard would come along and tap on the window like, ‘I see you sucking that
guy’s cock there in the front seat. You think I’m blind?’ I thought for sure…”
“But
I was keeping an eye out.” Elson’s
voice was low, deep and husky. He
was turned on. She could feel it.
“You
couldn’t have been paying all that much attention if I was bent over your lap
with your dick in my mouth.”
“Me
too.” A thought crossed Kim’s
mind, and she didn’t want to tell him about it, but she couldn’t help
herself. She told him
everything. “I can't do it without
you anymore.”
“Do
what?” he asked.
She
breathed in and forced herself to say, “Get off.”
He
didn’t say anything for a moment, and she savoured his ragged breath. “I’m sure you could psych yourself up
with some nasty images of things we’ve done together. Remember the cucumber?”
Kim
blushed. She’d forgotten about
that. He’d even pulled the mirror
down off the wall and handed it to her so she could watch that huge green
phallus enter her slowly, stretch her wide, then fuck her hard. “Oh yeah…”
“You
could try that on your own, describe it to me over the phone maybe?”
She
knew he’d chastise her or tease her, but she told him even so. “I can’t masturbate in this house. Ever since I moved back home I haven’t
done it.”
Home. Could this house
really be described as home if she wasn’t free to be herself?
“Not
once?” He didn’t sound like he
believed her.
“Not
here.”
She’d
moved back in to save money so she and Elson could afford the down payment on
their own place after the wedding.
No more renting, no more apartments. Now she was itchy all the time, itchy for the freedom they
used to have and didn’t anymore.
“If
not there,” he asked, “then where?”
Oh,
she really didn’t want to tell him this.
“At work.”
“In
the bathroom at work.” She felt
like she’d swallowed cotton. It
was embarrassing. “Only a couple
times. We hadn’t been together in
a while and I just needed it. Still not the same as having your warm body in my
bed.”
“Do
you want my warm body in your bed?”
His smirk was right there in his voice. “Just say the words.”
Of
course that’s what she wanted, but what a person wanted and what was sensible
were two very different things.
Anyway, there were only so many times they could have that conversation
where Elson asked, “Do you honestly believe your parents still think you’re a
virgin?” and she affirmed that they did.
Really and truly, they did.
“Are
you in bed?” Kim asked, swerving the conversation in a different direction.
“Not
yet. Just sitting at the desk by
the window.”
She
could picture Elson there in his little bachelor apartment. He’d be staring out at the city lights
while she saw stars in the suburbs.
“Mmmmm.” Kim closed her eyes and imagined. “I want to kneel between your legs
right now, right there under your desk.”
“Oh?” Elson growled and it made her
shiver. “Not a lot of room under
there.”
“That's
okay.” She wasn’t giving up. “I'm small enough. I’ll squish in.”
“I
see.”
He
didn’t sound very excited. Maybe
he really was as tired as he’d spent their entire conversation saying he
was. Or maybe he was lost in
single-syllable male ecstasy.
“I’d
get right in there and trace my tongue all around your cockhead, get you good
and hard. Tease that fat red tip,
tickle that little slit—you know the one—then run my tongue down your big thick
shaft and lick your balls.”
Elson
hissed into the phone. Yeah, she
was really getting to him now.
“Suck ‘em.”
“Suck
your balls, Elson? Is that what you want?”
“Oh
yeah.” Sex-voice. He wasn’t even Elson anymore, just a
big throbbing cock. “Suck ‘em both
at once.”
“I
don’t know if I can. They’re so
big. You really think I can get
them both into my hot, wet little mouth?”
“You’ve
done it before.”
“And
I’ll do it again.” Kim smiled so
hard her jaw hurt. “But you know
I’m here to suck your cock. You
know I want to deepthroat that fat shaft, just throw my face at your dick until
my eyes water. I want you so deep
in my throat I’m gagging and begging and banging my head on the underside of
your desk. That’s what I want to
do to you, babe.”
“Awww
fuck…”
“Yesssss,
Elson. I love taking your big cock
in my mouth. I love sucking that
monster and hearing you moan and groan and growl.”
Elson
made a noise that sounded like all three.
“Oh
yeah.” The thick lust in Elson’s
voice made her pussy clench. “You
look so hot like that, when you shave your pussy.”
“God,
watching porn with you made me so fucking wet. Seeing it right in front of me, feeling your heat so
close—that got the juices flowing before you even touched me. And then when you did I was so
ready. I was so hot and wet and
throbbing I just about came the second you started stroking my clit. Remember how fat and red it was, just
begging for your touch?”
“Fuuuuuuck…”
“Remember
how you sucked my tits while you played with my pussy? I loved it when you fingerfucked
me. It was so raw. And then you slathered my clit in all
that hot pussy juice. You spanked
my cunt and your hand made that wet slapping sound against my baby-smooth
skin? You remember that?”
“Yesssssss….”
Elson’s
breath hitched and Kim knew he was about to come already. His voice was so strained, so tight,
like every muscle in his body was taut, tense, rigid and ready to burst.
“Remember
how loud I was that time? My
orgasm just took over my body. You
sucked my tits and smacked my clit, and I came screaming. You made my knees weak, and I slid down
your thigh, right to the floor.
That was crazy, that climax.
I’d never felt anything like it.”
The
squeals and whines were barely audible anymore. She strained to hear him coming, but Elson was halfway
across the city and off in another world.
And then the tension broke and he howled.
“Oh
yeah.” He was so loud she worried
her parents would hear. “Fuck
yeah, baby, fuck yeah!”
Kim
closed her eyes and watched the jizz explode from his cock, landing hot on the
underside of his computer desk.
She saw it drip down onto the floor. Next time she was over she’d have to look for it, see if he’d
cleaned it up. He wouldn’t
have. She knew that.
And
then the quiet came back. He
sighed, and she could see the night sky in his voice.
“We've
done so much together.” Kim
listened to him breathe for a moment.
“It’s hard to remember it all, but every so often little pieces come
back, and they always make me smile.”
“Me
too.” He was smiling now. She could hear it. “Thanks for…talking.”
Kim
chuckled deep in her throat.
“Thanks for…listening.”
They
were quiet together, until Elson yawned.
“Sorry
for keeping you up so late, babe.”
“Mmmmm.” Elson yawned again. “If I didn’t have to sleep I’d talk to
you all night.”
“But
you do need to sleep.”
“So
do you.”
It
was time…
“Yeah.” Kim couldn’t deny it. “Work in the morning.”
Quiet
again. It stretched for miles, all
around. “I love you forever.”
“I
love you too.” She hated saying
goodbye. It was a dagger every
time. “Night night, babe.”
“Sleep
tight.”
“Don’t
let the bedbugs bite.” She didn’t
want to say it. She didn’t want to
hang up, but she could barely keep her eyes open. Anyway, they’d talk again in the morning. That was some consolation.
“Goodnight
Kim.”
Her
heart clenched, and she nodded.
She wanted to cry! This was
ridiculous. She was acting like a
child, keeping him hanging on like this.
Keeping him waiting.
“Goodnight,”
she finally said, though that one word just about killed her.
She
waited for him to hang up, and when he did tears welled in her eyes. Those hot nights together seemed so far
in the past, and wedded bliss so far in the future. She wanted everything now. The waiting was torture.
But
she kissed the phone, as she did every night, and set it on the bedside table,
and turned out the light.
The End
Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, and award-winning author of such books as:
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