I pressed a little circle on my phone screen and his digital voice suddenly jumped out into the room from the hidden speakers on the wall for us to hear, “Oh, yes, we think he’ll live.”
A shocked look covered Stacy’s adorable face as she stared at me in awe. I walked up to her and rubbed her cheek as I continued speaking into the ear piece.
“Oh good,” I said, placing the phone on the marble end table next to her, “it sounded serious. I mean, what were we even talking about anyway Michael?”
“Oh, uh . . . ”
This was going to be famous.
“No matter,” I interrupted, “I just got home now, and actually I have a friend visiting.”
“Oh, you have company,” he said, “Should I call you another time then?”
“That’s okay Michael,” I soothed, “It’s my best friend Stacy. We were just out at a club and decided to head home early. I was hoping you’d call you know.”
“You were?”
“Of course Michael,” I lowered my voice a bit, “you already know how I feel about you, don’t you?”
I actually said this to both of them as I looked into Stacy’s eyes and smoothed my hands down her shoulders, along the sides of her covered breasts and underneath. She continued to smile at me and wrapped her hands around my waist.
“I’ve already told Stacy all about you, so there’s no need to worry,” I soothed. “Are you at home right now?”
Stacy looked at me with desire in her eyes, and I leaned in to softly kiss her as Michael spoke deeply overhead into the room, “Yeah, I’m at home, and everyone is actually gone for the night.”
Stacy’s eyes widened and I pulled back from her lips to smile wide.
“Is that so?”
“Uh huh, and I was hoping we could talk some more, but if you have company we can just connect later I guess.”
“That is so sweet Michael. It’s okay though, Stacy and I were just messing around over here. She actually heard me talking with you earlier today as well.”
We could hear an audible gulp as he said, “She did?”
“Oh yes Michael,” I continued my agonizing tease, “she loves it when I talk like that. I should warn you though. She’s actually listening right now. She is looking right at me Michael, but I don’t think she’ll mind if we talk. I mean, she’s not even wearing a shirt right now!”
Stacy smiled and looked down, shaking her torso back and forth at me.
“Really?”
“Oh yeah, I think she is trying to seduce me or something,” I chuckled into the earpiece and ran my hands down her bare arms and then whispered softly to them both, “I think it’s working.”
“Oh man.”
“Where are you, in your home I mean,” I asked as I leaned in close to Stacy and pushed her hair away from her face a little.
“I’m in my family room now, about to head somewhere a bit more comfortable,” said Michael from somewhere vague in my living room.
“Good idea,” I swooned as my lips softly touched down into Stacy’s again. Her mouth opened and I pressed my wet lips into hers, searing our heads together.
We could hear some movement on the line as he was apparently relocating. I took this time to taste Stacy’s luscious lips some more and run my hands through her curly hair. I closed my eyes and pressed my body against hers, once again pressing our breasts together. I lowered a hand and set it on her shoulder as we kissed, and lightly tugged her elastic strap over the edge, letting it fall.
I pulled away and broke our kiss, leaving us both a little flushed and more aroused. Stacy’s eyes were on me as I spoke, “Oh god Michael, we just kissed. Seriously, that was intense. I have to say, I think I’m getting turned on by my best friend here. Seeing her shirtless and feeling her wet lips on mine is so hot, don’t you think?”
“That is so hot Grace, I can’t believe it. Is she really there or are you just messing with me?”
We heard the muffled movement on his side of the line subside, and could tell he had found a more comfortable environment. A bedroom perhaps?
“Oh she’s here alright, aren’t you Stacy?”
“Hi Michael,” Stacy cooed near my mouth, “Grace is right you know, it’s getting very hot over here.”
“Holy shit . . . uh, sorry,” Michael quickly added as we silently stifled a giggle, “you’re actually serious!”
“Why of course Michael,” I said, running my fingers along the upper edge of Stacy’s silky brassiere, dipping the tips of my fingers under the border, “I’m actually trying to feel inside her sexy bra right now. I mean, I’ve seen her tits before Michael. I’ve even had them in my mouth, but just once. That was a long time ago, wasn’t it sweetie?”
Stacy kept her eyes on me and her look to me said ‘too long’ as she reached back and unclasped her carriage, allowing her milky handfuls of breast to appear in front of me.
I was speechless for a moment as I gazed upon her feminine beauty. I didn’t remember her chest as being so perfect and tempting. I wanted nothing more than to devour her flesh and bite her tight nipples right off and swallow them whole.
“Oh my god Michael,” I slowly played it out for him, “she just unhooked her bra, she’s lowering it away right now. Oh . . . her tits are out for me . . . they’re beautiful, I can’t stop staring at them!”
“Oh man,” said Michael, then lower, “how do they look?”
“Oh Michael, they are so round and sexy, like luscious pink grapefruit halves,” I reported back, “Her rosy nipples are stiff and pointing right at me. I’m shaking here. I think I have to touch them.”
I reached out and cradled her pert breasts in my girlish hands, feeling the silky skin give way as my fingers touched down and pushed into her baby soft hills of skin. Her hard nipples pushed into my palm, and I moved them this way and that, watching the supple skin give way under my grasp.
“My god, you can’t even imagine how sexy these playful breasts are Michael,” I said, knowing full well that he could definitely imagine. “My fingers are getting lost in here. I have to squeeze them. Oooh, yes, so soft.”
Stacy watched as I practically groped her chest, a smile on her face replaced by exasperation as I took both of her nipples and tweaked them simultaneously.
“Michael, would you mind very much if I took a little taste of these tender nipples for a second?” I asked in mock politeness.
“Of course Grace,” he managed to get out, “take your time.”
I leaned over and squeezed her right breast so the nipple was protruding from between my thumb and index finger, and I slowly brought my mouth down around it to make the soft connection.
Her rubbery nipple slid over my tongue and my lips made contact with her breast around it. I made more sucking noises than I probably would have otherwise, playing it up for our audience of one. I knew this would sound hot to him, and I was right.