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The Journey Part Four Phone Sex!

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Gianna snapped out of the dream world. She hesitated to open her eyes, afraid of where Kayla would be. After a beat, she opened them and was mortified to see Kayla standing directly in front of her. Her heart rate doubled from her already elevated beats per minute.


Kayla’s lips were moving from corner to corner of her mouth as if she was trying to process the situation but was stuck in a loop. Her eyes didn’t belie any of her thoughts, though. They weren’t staring blankly, but more like a student studying a concept for the first time.

Gianna shut her bullet off and set it to the side of the couch. She hoped Kayla didn’t mind that some of the wetness from the tip was going to dribble onto it. She wasn’t sure at all how to defuse the situation, so her first attempt was to flash a goofy grin followed by a shrug. She pulled her nylons back up.

Kayla started. “My call with my boss finished early…” Her mouth kept moving, and her eyebrows furrowed a bit in confusion. She turned back to the television. “‘Around Las Vegas’? Was there like something super sexy they were showing?”

There were many paths this evening could go, and Gianna knew her next response was going to set the tone. This was her chance to leap into the unknown and hope she landed on something sturdy. The sentence that was forming in her head was, “Kay Kay, this is your effect on me. I want you.” But that was clumsy, had no logical lead-in, and this wasn’t a romance novel. Instead, she settled for…

“Nah…I was just thinking about those hot guys you were describing we were gonna meet tonight. It got me going, and I wanted to be at the top of my game. You know, like ‘There’s Something About Mary’? Except that Ben Stiller chokes the chicken instead of getting all wet.”

What the hell was that response?! Gianna kept the goofy grin, but now it was forced. Oh, God, she thought. I’ve blown this before I even took a shot at it. Fuck!

Kayla still seemed to be confused about how to proceed. It was as if she was trying to spin the conversation back to the light-hearted discussion they’d had earlier, but couldn’t figure out how to do it with this brick of an image on her couch. “Soooo…do you, like, masturbate every time before you go out?”

Boy, that sounded awful. Kayla was trying, but Gianna was going to have to do the heavy lifting.

“Nah. I think it’s just a culmination of excited to be on a road trip, excited to see new places, excited to see you…” Oh, no! Gianna wanted to grab that last clause before it got into the environment. She was trying to be innocuous, not flirty. But how was Kayla going to take the last part? And how could Gianna cover it up coyly so that she’d still have an opening with Kayla later while saving face at the moment?

Kayla smiled. “I get it. I totally do.” Gianna studied Kayla’s face as she said those words, and it was clear that she didn’t totally get it. A wave of disappointment enveloped Gianna. She had cluttered this situation to the point where only the truth would do.

“Wait, Kay…” Gianna took a deep breath. It was time to go. “I have to tell you something.”

Kayla sat down on the couch, her legs together, her hands on her knees. She still hadn’t gotten dressed, having this conversation while only wearing her underwear. She seemed apprehensive now. “You know that when people start conversations like that, it’s not usually good.”

Gianna took another deep breath. She looked down at the floor and started the conversation as if she was talking to Kayla’s carpet. “So, the thing is…you and I have been friends for a while, and yes, I was – am – super excited for this trip. You’re, like, one of my best friends. And I would never want to do anything to mess that up.” The words started cascading out of her mouth faster, like she was getting paid by the word to speak. “But, the excitement of seeing you has kind of led to some…feelings. Feelings that I’ve never had before for a woman.” Gianna finally was able to bring her gaze to Kayla’s eyes. “I was masturbating here because I was thinking of you. I masturbated in the hotel room last night, thinking of you…” She thought it best to omit the sales office episode.

And the words that had tumbled out of her mouth at breakneck speed abandoned her. “I…don’t…really know how to conclude this thought. I just, um…find you really hot. So…there.” Gianna changed from a grin to a smile, but it was all a facade. She was more scared at that moment than she had been in her adult life. She let her smile hang there and hoped against hope that Kayla would find this soliloquy arousing.

Kayla put her hand on her cheek. She stared up at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity, but in reality, was no more than five seconds. Then she met Gianna’s eyes again. “GIanna…you’re one of my best friends, too. And you totally have it going on. Big brain, big boobs, bubble butt, big sexiness.”

Kayla paused for a second. “You know, I tried a woman before. We were *****, she didn’t want to go home to her boyfriend, so she stayed here. One thing led to another, we made out. It wasn’t really the rush I thought it was going to be, you know?”

Gianna’s heart was sinking like it was on the Titanic. “I’m sorry if I made this weird.”

Kayla, being the good friend, jumped right back in. “No, no, no. This was super courageous for you to tell me. I would have needed that entire pitcher of sangria and then some to say something like that to you.”

Now Gianna was confused. Was Kayla admitting that she was in the same place but was less willing to admit it? Or was she just making an allusion to Gianna’s courage, which actually sounded a bit more pedantic than anything? Not that Kayla meant to be pedantic, but this conversation was getting all sorts of trainwreck-y as Gianna tried to interpret. She thought it best not to probe and make things awkwardly worse.

“Well, anyway…how about we go to that Mexican place now?” Gianna asked. Yes, she thought, let’s pretend the last 20 minutes didn’t happen.

Kayla smiled. “Sure…let me go get dressed.” She headed to her bedroom.

Gianna headed back to the bathroom. She was extremely frustrated. First, she couldn’t control herself and her libido. Then, she couldn’t be discreet enough so that Kayla found out that she couldn’t control her libido. Then, when trying to explain why she couldn’t control her libido, she mangled the explanation. And finally, after revealing the explanation, there was no definitive conclusion on where the two of them stood with respect to their relationship. Gianna grabbed a Kleenex again, but this time, it was to wipe away a tear that had meandered down her cheek.

After composing herself, she left the bathroom. She turned to the right to see Kayla’s bedroom door open. Gianna then turned 180 degrees and peered down the hallway into the front room, but couldn’t see Kayla. She walked down the hallway where the kitchen and the foyer met the front room. She looked left to see if Kayla was in the kitchen. No, not there.

As she was about to turn to face the front room, she felt a pair of arms envelop her shoulders from behind. Panic set in immediately. Gianna was trying to remember her self-defense training. Am I supposed to strike the bridge of the nose or the crotch first? How close is my purse if I need to get pepper spray? She was about to wriggle when she felt a breath on her neck. It gave her goosebumps. She cocked her arm forward, ready to give the intruder an elbow to the solar plexus. Instead, she heard a whisper in her ear from behind.

“G…I want you, too.”

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