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The Only Time

Talk Dirty

I trudge up the stairs of my apartment building—damn elevator was out. I walk down the hallway, digging in my giant purse for my keys. I reach my door and shove the key in the lock, twisting it violently—I need to get out of these clothes and into some pajamas! I open my door and I kick something with my foot.

“What the…” I mutter, looking down. A large brown box is at my feet. Not thinking anything of it, I snatch it up from off the floor and enter my apartment.

I toss the box on my couch and drop my purse next to it. Sighing and running my fingers through my hair, I shuffle into my bedroom. I change into a Batman tee, gray lounge pants with black skulls, and black fur-lined slippers.

“I need a drink,” I say to myself as I walk into my kitchen. I pop open a bottle of red wine and pour the liquid into a wineglass.

I pad into my living room and I notice the box on my couch. I set my glass down on the coffee table and pick the box up. It is addressed to me and the return address is… Zayn!

“Oh my God!” I exclaim.

I run into the kitchen, grabbing a pair of scissors, and I return to the box. I tear the box open, packing peanuts flying everywhere. My eyes scan the contents hastily; a box of Belgian chocolates and then a scarf and perfume from France.

“Eek!” I squeal, reaching for my cell phone. I tap Zayn’s number onto the screen and I bounce anxiously as I wait for him to pick up.

“Hello?” I hear a familiar voice say tiredly.

“Zayn!” I scream into the mobile device.

“Whoa! Not so loud, Kaileen,” he chuckles.

“Oh… sorry… did I wake you?” I bite my lip.

“Yeah, you did,” he says without malice. “Why are you calling? Not that I don’t enjoy your calls…”

“I got your box!” I say happily.

“You did? What do you think?” His voice perks up.

“Well you know how much I love Belgian chocolate and French perfume, and this scarf is adorable!” I feel the fabric in my hands.

“What else..?” His voice trails in anticipation.

“What do you mean?” I ask, puzzled.

“There’s something else, isn’t there?”

I look in the box. “There is?” I start digging around in the packing peanuts until I find a smaller rectangular box packaged in wrapping paper. “What is it?”

“Just open it…”

I put my phone down, turning speaker phone on. I untie the ribbon and rip the wrapping paper off. At first don’t know what it is and once I realize it, my face grows up and bright ruby red. “Z-Zayn…” I croak.

“What do you think?” Zayn sounds excited.

“I-I, um… I don’t know what to say…”

I hold in my hand a bright magenta vibrator. On the package, it says things like ‘Orgasm guaranteed, or your money back!’ and ‘Great for beginners!’ and ‘Three different speeds for ultimate arousal!’

“Oh my, you hate it don’t you? I knew I shouldn’t have gotten for you!” Zayn apologizes frantically.

We sit in silence for a moment. “Why did you get me this?” I ask. There is no anger or embarrassment in my voice. I am just genuinely curious.

“I just figured that… since I’m gone all the time, you use this as a replacement. I knew you would be too shy to order one or go to a sex shop yourself, so I bought one for you.” There is great remorse in his voice. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I say immediately. “I’m just fine.” Maybe Zayn is right. I do miss him a lot and I do still have those urges, just like every other young woman my age. Maybe this isn’t as mortifying as it seems. “Would you like me to use it?” I ask, my voice lower.

“Eventually, yes… if you’re okay with that.”

“No, I mean, now.

There is a moment of silence. “You sure?” I can hear his smile.

“Yeah, are you alone?” I reach for the scissors to release the sex toy from its entrapment.

“Yeah, all the other guys are out.”

I put the batteries in the contraption and press the ON button. It comes to life, a buzzing sound erupting in my quiet, innocent living room. “Good.”

I stand, grabbing my phone and make my way into my bedroom. I put my phone and the vibrator on the bed and slowly take off my shirt, pants and slippers. I climb onto my queen-size bed and I lay my back up against my pillows and I spread my legs. I place my phone on the nightstand and turn up the volume so I can hear Zayn.

“I’m ready…” I say loudly.

“So am I,” Zayn whispers.

I lean forward to take off my bra and I throw it to the floor. I then hesitantly let my fingers travel down my abdomen and over my panties. I let my fingertips lightly glide over the fabric, a choppy breath releasing from my lips.

“What are you doing? Tell me what you’re doing…” Zayn says in a low husky voice.

I then press my fingers down onto my clit and begin to move them in a circular motion. “I’m touching myself…”

“Where?” Zayn breathes.

I slip my hand into my underwear and I continue to the motion, skin against skin. “Between my legs…” I take my free hand and pinch my nipple, twisting it until it hurts. “M-mm,” I groan.

“Now… take the vibrator… and use it,” Zayn commands.

Breathing a little heavier now, I put my legs closer together and I take off my panties. I then grab the sex toy. I press the button and it springs to life. I run my finger along the smooth plastic. I then get back into my previous position. I count to three in my head and then I slowly slide it inside of me. “Oh, oh!” I gasp.

“Is it inside you?” Zayn asks, almost panting. He must be touching himself as well at this point.

“Y-yes…” I croak.

A burst of feelings erupts within me. I squeeze my eyes shut and dig my top teeth into my bottom lip. I get comfortable and begin the motion. I give Zayn a play-by-play of what I am doing and what I am feeling. I grow more relaxed, but I still keep my mouth open.

“Oh, oh, Zayn, yes…” I moan.

“I want to fuck you so hard!” Zayn exclaims. “I want to smash my face into your tits! I want to lay you down and run my tongue all along your body!”

“Yes, Zayn, yes!” I say through gasps of air.

I run my fingertips across my abdomen and then my breasts. Sex is something magical between to people, but it is something else when it’s just you. It is a different kind of magic. I don’t know why I was so scared to do this before.

“Are you getting there?” Zayn growls.

“Yes…” I hiss.

The pressure grows throughout my skull and I lick my lips. My hips roll in time with the vibrator entering and exiting me. Heat flushes me from head to toe. My bones feel hollow and the sumptuous ache between my legs becomes even more intense. My motion gets faster and faster; my desire for more.

“Zayn… I’m almost there…” I groan.

My back arches and my fingertips on one hand scrape into my breast. My mouth gapes open and my eyes squeeze shut as my hips become rigid. I freeze, reaching my climax. “Yes!” I call out.

I quickly stop the motion when I don’t hear Zayn—but other British and one other Irish voice. “What the fuck are you doing, Zayn?” “What the hell is this?” “Why are you doing that on the phone?” “Who is that moaning on the other end?”

My hand smacks down on my phone, ending the call. Panicking and embarrassed, I throw the sex toy onto the ground and I curl up into a ball—knees up to my chin. Fuck.

Notes

Sorry (again that) it took so long! I've been busy with my... GHOST HUNTERS fan fiction. And I've also started reading Detroit Tigers fan fiction. Now THAT is some fucked up shit right there. I'll probably end up writing some of my own. Haha. I downloaded Jason Derulo's latest album and I've been listening to it nonstop. It's brilliant--go get it. But this obviously was inspired by "Talk Dirty." Hope you enjoyed!

Kaileen's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/od8q8h2
Title Credit: "Talk Dirty" by Jason Derulo

Comments

I love these! You're an amazing writer! (:

Thank you so much I really loved it! Totally worth the wait.

@moonwalker

Sorry but requests are currently closed! I have like five of them to do. Lol.