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The Journey Part Three Phone Sex!

The Journey

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Luckily, it looked like Kayla had gotten back into her townhouse before Gianna left the sales office. In what was probably an unnecessary move, but one to add plausibility nonetheless, Gianna doubled back to her car. That way, if Kayla saw her, she would look like she was coming out of her car and not a public restroom.

The bathroom creaming had taken the edge off. Gianna was feeling wobbly, like being between the second and third mixed drink at the bar. She strode confidently over to Kayla’s townhouse and knocked on the door.

A couple of thumping footsteps later, the door swung open. “G!!!” Kayla practically threw herself at Gianna in a hug. While Kayla wasn’t jumping Gianna’s bones, the enthusiasm of the hug made Gianna feel tingly again. Jesus, she thought – I bet Spider-Man doesn’t get this much tingle in a 24-hour period. “Come in, come in!”

Kayla was bounding around her front room, and even if Gianna wasn’t harboring hidden lustful thoughts, it was impossible not to notice Kayla’s finely-toned ass bouncing in rhythm in her black mesh boy shorts. “Sit down! Tell me about the drive.” Kayla went to the kitchen to get some iced tea to drink for both of them while Gianna made herself comfortable on the couch.

As much as it tempted Gianna to talk about what really happened on the drive, she demurred. “Oh, you know…sixteen hours of highways. I really just lost myself in my thoughts of what we were going to do here.”

Kayla handed Gianna her iced tea. “Oh, don’t worry about that. Tonight is going to be super chill. I know this great Mexican place, and right next to it is a night club. But it’s not one of those typical night clubs with strobe lights and douches everywhere. I know the manager. It’s lit dimly, and he only lets classy people in. Oh, and hotties. The boys there are the finest pieces of meat…” Kayla started giggling. “If we both want to bring home a boy tonight, you can have the bedroom. I don’t mind being an ex-hi-bi-tion-ist in my front room.”

Gianna would certainly not pass up a fine piece of cock if the opportunity presented itself, but she often found that the Grade-A tube steaks had also accumulated the most “F”s in school. While she was occasionally in the mood for a “fuck me because you’re hot” scenario, her brain needed to be the more stimulated organ for a fountain to start between her legs.

“I’ll take your lead, Kay Kay. I don’t know these Vegas boys.”

Kayla smiled. “What’s to know? They’re like all other boys. They wear muscle shirts and buy you drinks all night long in the hopes that you’ll flick their dicks later. And if you don’t want to do that, you just tell them you have a headache or something and go home. You still get the free drinks!”

An odd feeling came over Gianna. She had been here 15 minutes, which was way too fast to be presenting Kayla with lesbian options. Yet she was mildly disappointed that Kayla was focusing on nothing but playing with men. Selfish, she thought. Kayla wanted to hang out with a girlfriend, not enter into a relationship with a girlfriend.

After about an hour of catching up, Gianna wanted to get ready for the night ahead. She went back to the car and retrieved her suitcase. She fished out her clothes for the night – a gray t-shirt which showed ample cleavage, a black skirt, some ripped nylons, some anklet black socks, and some slip-on black ankle boots.

“Mind if I shower?” Gianna asked Kayla.

“Go ahead,” Kayla responded.

Gianna entered the bathroom and undressed. She opened and closed the frosted glass shower door. Although it was hot outside and a cold shower was probably more appropriate (in more ways than one), Gianna let the warm water pelt down on her hair, her face, her shoulders. It trickled over her breasts, which were once again getting pert for no good reason other than she was this close to Kayla naked.

As Gianna continued, Kayla knocked. “Coming in!”

Gianna couldn’t remember if on other visits, they were this friendly to be in the bathroom at the same time. It was really no different than high school gym when the girls showered together. But hardening breasts and the flood of emotions over the past 24 hours made her instinctively turn away from the door.

Clearly, though, Kayla did not feel compelled to be shy around Gianna’s nudity, as she walked in to the bathroom in nothing but a pink bra and thong panties. Gianna couldn’t see all the details because of the frosted door, but could see enough to know generally that Kayla was showing some serious skin. Damn it, she was getting aroused further.

“I think the restaurant has sangria on special tonight. Maybe we’ll split a pitcher?” Kayla has to raise her voice a bit to be heard over the shower.

Pitcher? Gianna thought, as she was trying to piece together words. I don’t want to pitch her. I want to fuck her. No, wait…that’s not what Kayla meant. Gianna’s head was spinning out of control again.

“I think I could really use a couple of drinks,” Gianna replied.

“Don’t worry, G. Tonight’s allllll on me,” Kayla purred. Gianna came up with about four double entendres in the next 45 seconds, but they just floated around in her head, unsaid. She shut the water off in the shower.

“Aww, Kay Kay – that’s so sweet.”

“That’s because you’re sweet as honey, G!”

The banter was just harmlessly playful, but Gianna wanted to will it to be something more. What if Kayla did mean for it be more?

With those thoughts dancing in her head, Gianna lost her situational awareness. She casually opened the door and stepped out of the shower, completely naked. It took exactly one second after the stunned look on Kayla’s face to snap her back to realty.

“Oh, my God, Kay Kay. What the fuck am I doing?” Gianna blurted out. Her face advanced to beet red extremely quickly. Her breasts were still hard, and she hoped that if her pussy was wet with pussy juice, it was covered up by the wet of shower water. She hadn’t remember to put a towel within reach when stepping into the shower. Her eyes frantically darted around the room for one.

Kayla, meanwhile, had drawn her hand to her face as her mouth was still agape. After the shock wore off, Kayla dropped her hand and curled her mouth into a smile. “Those boobies are gonna get some spectacular cock tonight, girl!”

Gianna, still trying to recover, said, “Just giving you a preview so you know which boys to steer my way.”

Then Kayla looked down. “You shaved, too? I think somebody’s thir-styyyy!” She giggled.

Gianna really wanted a towel, but was actually taking an unexpected delight in standing there naked in front of Kayla. “Here I am,” she thought. “Take me.”

“Eh, I haven’t had like, good sex in weeks. Gotta be ready just in case.” Gianna’s conversation tone was getting more nonchalant.

“Hmmm…good point,” Kayla responded. She left the bathroom, at which point Gianna finally spotted a towel and then covered up.

Before Gianna could regain her bearings, though, Kayla arrived back in the bathroom with a razor and some shaving cream. Wait…she wasn’t…

Kayla foamed the cream up and spread some on her right leg. Then she propped her foot up on the toilet seat. “Ohhhh,” Gianna thought to herself.

Gianna was among the most composed women in her group of friends, but she was acting with the maturity of a teen girl. The nervousness, the horniness…now the residual humidity of the bathroom after the shower was making her sweat and giving her nausea. How sexy would it be to blow chunks right next to Kayla’s suddenly smooth leg?

“I’m going to go get dressed.” With that, Gianna hurried into the front room and put the clothes on she had picked out. The front room was cool with air conditioning, and it helped calm her.

As Kayla emerged from the bathroom, her phone started ringing. It was next to Gianna, so she picked it up. Called ID read, “Dumb Ass”. Huh, Gianna thought – must be one of Kayla’s ex-boyfriends. She handed the phone to Kayla.

Kayla frowned when she saw the caller ID. But when she swiped and answered, her “Hello?” sounded like a customer service representative.

Gianna listened to the conversation while not fixating on Kayla. She really wanted to fixate on Kayla, because she was still in her bra and thong. But, that would look creepy.

“Hi.”

“No, Jeff said he was going to go over the presentation with you.”

“Oh…I’m sorry. No, I didn’t know she was sick.”

“Well, I have plans this evening.” Kayla smiled at Gianna.

Kayla frowned. “I think I can get you up to speed in 30 minutes.”

“Okay…I’ll log on in a few. Bye.”

Kayla tuned to Gianna. “My dumb ass boss doesn’t understand this presentation we put together. The guy who was supposed to explain it to him, his mother ****. So now he needs me to do it.”

“I totally understand, Kay Kay. Do what you gotta do. Not like Las Vegas closes.”

“I promise, I’ll be as super quick as I can. I’m thinking half an hour. Feel free to turn on some TV or something. Thank you for understanding.” With that, Kayla headed to her bedroom and closed the door.

Gianna turned on the TV. She flipped through reality show after reality show, news program after new program, sports program after sports program. The late afternoon was the **** spot of daily programming. She finally settled on some fluff program called “Around Las Vegas”. Maybe the club where Kayla and she were going would be featured.

After about five minutes, though, Gianna grew restless. The program was mediocre, and now that the nausea left her, the clarity of her arousal resettled. Boy, did Kayla look good in her underwear, and now her legs were going to match the silky smooth fantasy from the car ride down.

Gianna checked the clock. Kayla was going to be on her work call for about 20 more minutes. “Oh, come on,” Gianna thought to herself. “I can’t keep masturbating every time I have an opening.”

Two more minutes passed, and Gianna was at odds with herself. She was feeling extremely slutty, and couldn’t come to grips with whether that was a good or bad thing. At any moment on the Internet, you could find pictures of literally hundreds of thousands of people acting like sluts and whores. On the other hand, Gianna prided herself at being above those masses. She wasn’t opposed to being nasty, but the idea of having no standards felt tasteless.

After two more minutes, the slut that was yearning to come out finally won. She raced to her suitcase and got her bullet vibrator. She checked the clock again. Kayla would be done in about fifteen minutes. That was plenty of time to start and finish, especially on a higher setting.

Gianna went to the bathroom and got a Kleenex to catch any drippings. She was going to do the deed in there…until she realized that it was right next to Kayla’s bedroom, the walls were thin, and what would happen if Kayla needed to use the only bathroom in the townhouse when Gianna was in the middle of her bullet experience?

She pondered her options, and decided to head back to the front room. A loud TV could muffle some moans, and it was as far away as Gianna could get from Kayla in the townhouse. Getting comfortable on the couch, Gianna slid her nylons down to mid-thigh, moved her panties to the side, and inserted the bullet.

Normally, Gianna liked to reach a crescendo slowly, but there was minimal time to spare. She immediately went to an intermediate setting. She turned the television volume up ten more notches. It was slightly above a normal volume, but hopefully not enough to attract attention.

And with that, Gianna’s headspace went to Kayla’s thong. Wouldn’t it be something to just rip it off with my teeth? I wonder if she smells of floral scents. Would her pussy feel as warm as the bathroom just felt, or warmer?

As the thoughts came faster, Gianna turned the bullet up to a higher setting. After I got her thong off, could I bury my face into that open area? Would she let me lick her? Would she be dominant and tell me what to do? Would I be dominant and hold her still while I ravished her?

Gianna closed her eyes and let every feeling soak into her consciousness, as she was rapidly soaking the Kleenex. This was wrong on so many levels, but who was anyone to judge? The cool air conditioning contrasted nicely against the warmth of her body. The TV became a jumble of words. The fabric of the couch eased her into comfort. Another roller coaster was about to…

“G?” It was Kayla’s voice, and it was in the front room.

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