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The weather in her place was worse than awful. Her flight was supposed to leave at 6 am the next morning, but at the rate it was coming down... there was no way she was getting out of town. Dreadful, truly. It didn't help the fact that Sandrone had been looking forward to spending the holiday with Columbina. Not that she was sentimental. But still.
With little to do, Sandrone grabs her phone, dialing her number. She hopes she's still up. It's nearing midnight. "It's not fair," she immediately complains when Columbina picks up. She's curled up on her bed, clad in an oversized sweater -- a gift from Columbina, naturally. Her gaze wanders to the window, watching massive flakes flutter through the air. They're so beautiful, yet they're ruining her plans. "I had a whole dinner planned. Reservations. Everything." And a fancy hotel booked, she doesn't add.
"Don't pout." Columbina is, indeed, still awake. She slips back to her lonely bed, a phone in hand as she tucks her legs under her. It was endearing, knowing how much she's pouting. She could practically see it, despite being miles away. She misses Sandrone. "You must be so bored without me."
Well, it's true -- she was bored without her; with no work to distract her or friends to pass the time, all she had to keep her occupied were the thoughts in her mind, and those thoughts kept wandering to her. "Pft, don't be cheeky." Sandrone then rolls onto her back and glares at the ceiling. She tugs the blanket over herself more, as if she could imagine that Columbina was here with her instead. Her warmth. Her hand between her legs. "and it's Valentine's tomorrow," she grumbles, "I don't know what to do with myself without your annoying ass around."
The fact that Sandrone missed her too puts a smile on her lips. She lies on her back and places her arm over her stomach, as if her touch might replace Sandrone's. "Mmm..." If Sandrone were here, she would have reached for her, snuggled against her, but instead she was left with only the sound of her voice. Columbina thinks of the things she missed and can't resist asking, "...what would you do if you were here right now?"
"Um. What?" She knows that tone, the sly lilt to her voice. And in her sleepy, stressed-out state, her brain automatically supplies an answer, which she isn't supposed to like. She definitely can't admit it. Even if her cheeks are warm.
"Oh, you know." Columbina's laugh is sweet and soft and knowing. Because she's well aware of what and who Sandrone thinks about when left to her own devices. She lies more comfortably on her back, legs slightly parting with her hand shifting between them. "Come on..." she adds that dark, sensual tone that gets under her skin, "It's just a question. If you were here right now-- right next to me, what would you do?"
"I would be asleep, like a civilized person."
She doesn't know why Sandrone even attempts to resist her. "Sandrone... please." Columbina pushes her shirt up, exposing her stomach and tits to the cool room. Her hand then slips underneath her panties, just like Sandrone would if she were beside her, and she finds herself already drenched for her. "I just miss you. I miss the way you touch me."
"Oh, come off it," she huffs back, "do you have to do that voice?" She can tell that Columbina is in an... amorous mood. Her cheeks flush. Her legs press together. Sandrone's thoughts are a whirlwind of images that shouldn't be. And so, her hand finds its way into her undies "I don't know, maybe I'd... I'd be holding you. Kissing you..."
Columbina closes her eyes, enjoying the sound of her voice. When she finds herself growing even wetter, her breath catches, just as her fingers start lazily, slowly stroking her needy clit. She wishes it was her hands touching her, but the next best thing will do. "My neck-- you'd kiss me on my neck... my jaw, my shoulders... you'd bite me a little, I know you want to."
She thought more than once of claiming her. Of leaving pretty hickeys. She also imagined Columbina returning the favor. It's a shame they're not in the same place enough to mark each other up "You're not a tomato I'm not going to chomp on you," Sandrone says, even if her eyes fall shut, imagining herself doing exactly that. "I'd just..." She swallows, "take off your clothes and... touch you everywhere."
"Mm, I wouldn't mind. You never do bite me enough. I want marks on me, from you." Not that they would last. Just that they would be there for a little while. "Where would you...? Where would you touch me?"
"Your breast." Her tongue feels awkward, like she doesn't know what to do with her words, so she quickly amends, "Your-- I mean... I'd touch your chest. I'd-- fuck-- squeeze them until you squirmed for me. I know you like your nipples pinched-- and I would kiss you. There. And everywhere." Sandrone's digits slide between her wet folds, matching the rhythm of Columbina's breathy whimpers on the other end of the line.
The cold air does nothing to soothe the heat, but her girl's voice warms her. Columbina shivers as she pulls her finger from her clit reluctantly before she cups her own breast, thumb brushing over a peaked nipple as she pretends it's her tongue. "I'd take off your clothes too-- What are you wearing, Sandrone?"
"Your stupid sweater." The one she left behind. The one that smells like her. If Columbina were here, she'd pull it off, wouldn't she? "I'm not taking it off, Columbina. It's cold and..." Sandrone trails off, and in a moment of boldness, she adds, "Just... just the sweater. Just that. And underwear."
That visual makes her bite her lip, imagining that sight. "I bet you look beautiful." That's her sweater, after all, and Columbina has a weakness for her girl wearing her clothes. Though the longer they talk, the less patient she gets. Her fingers drift back down again, parting her folds, and this time, she dares to slide two inside. "Sandrone... keep going."
"Tch, I'm still talking; you're always so pushy." She then pushes her legs open to give herself more space. Her sweater pools around her hips, which leaves her in just a pair of white lace panties. They'd look cuter on Columbina's floor. "I'd push you down on the bed and kiss down your stomach..." Sandrone circles her entrance, teasing her swollen nub in between, her fingers coated in her own slippery moisture. "And-- and your thighs... I can feel you getting wet."
"Mm, yes. I am wet-- for you. I wish it was your mouth on me right now." She wants to be on the bed, on her back, thighs clamped around her head, legs thrown over her shoulders, with Sandone's face between them. She curls a finger inside at the thought, her slick, sloppy, sounds are lewd in the dark room.
Her fingers press harder against her clit, rubbing tight circles as she pictures Columbina's perfect cunt right in front of her. Sandrone wants to taste her. But there is a storm in their way. So instead, she'll have to imagine herself pushing Columbina's thighs apart, her tongue on her wet, pretty pussy, licking it until she sobs. "I know-- I know--" Her mouth waters, breathing a mess as she imagines the sweet taste of her on her tongue. "I'd be eating you out so good-- so long. I'd make you come as many times as you wanted."
"How many times, darling?"
"Three times-- four. Whatever you want." Just hearing her call her "darling" makes her moan, and Sandrone bites the inside of her cheek to keep it quiet. "If I could be there, I'd make you come until you passed out, Columbina. And then... then I'd keep going even after..."
Her head tilts back, eyes closed tight, while Columbina imagines the feeling of licking up her wetness-- just little flicks with the tip of her tongue until she begs her to lick on her clit. But right now… all she can do is hear her voice and imagine how hard it'd be. How wet her pussy would get when she finally got her on this bed. Sandrone would lick her slowly, then fast, and then fuck her sensitive cunt with her tongue. The need for more is almost painful. So she adds another finger into her dripping hole, pumping it in and out, spreading herself open as she thrusts faster, harder. She tilts her hips and rests her palm against her clit before she grinds against herself.
Sandrone's imagination runs wild. Just like Columbina, she can't stop thinking of what she would want to do. If only she could pin Columbina beneath her, let that sweet slit press right against her face as she rocks down. But that fucking pillow beside her is all she has. And so, with a frustrated groan, Sandrone wrenches her hand away from her pussy and grabs it instead. She throws the blanket away and settles on the pillow. If she pretends hard enough, if she closes her eyes and pictures Columbina's pretty face, then maybe she can almost imagine herself riding her tongue. She twists her fingers into the fabric as if it's her dark hair. This isn't the same pull she'd give. Still, she tries to hold it like how she would if she were to pull her face in. Her hips move back and forth, grinding against the rough texture as she pretends it's that nose of hers dragging over her swollen clit. Her head then falls back with her mouth open, legs clenching together as she rides the pillow to the rhythm.
Columbina can hear the wet squelch of Sandrone grinding down on fabric like she's trying to fuck through a dream. She tries to picture it, but her brain fills in the gaps on its own -- a pretty, shiny pink slit that looks like it should be on her tongue. "Oh god." And suddenly her hips are jerking up into her hand at twice the pace. Her fingers push inside her again and again, trying to keep pace even when they cramp. "Sandrone-- Sandrone, I'm so--" Her hand almost drops the phone onto the sheets as she reaches her climax, throwing her head back as she clamps down on her fingers, coming intensely as her pussy throbs and her slick starts to drip out of her hole.
Columbina's voice sounds far away. Like it's on the other side of a thick mist, or maybe she is too immersed in her own pleasure to fully hear her through her haze. But Sandrone knows how desperate she is, just like her. So she stays with her. Just as needy. She doesn't even have the chance to respond when her cum squirts out, clear, wet juices dousing down the pillow.
They both listen to the sound of their breaths slowly evening. The phone line crackling between them. Once Columbina's aftershocks subside, she lets out a languid sigh and takes her hand away, fingers glistening. "I hope no one ever looks up my phone bill..." It's going to be absolutely obscene. "Sandrone," she murmurs, rolling onto her side with the phone cradled next to her ear again. After her intense climax, she's tired and sleepy. "I miss you."
Sandrone blinks in a daze before she realizes what Columbina said. When it sinks in, she groans, then rests back on her bed before covering her eyes with her arm."Don't start with me." She sounds worn out. Exhausted, after getting off. "I don't want to hang up."
Silence lingers on the line. Just Columbina's steady breathing, slow and even against the receiver. She must've fallen asleep.
She stares at her phone screen: 12:03 a.m. "Happy Valentine's day," she says it knowing that Columbina won't hear her on the other end. "I miss you too, Columbina."