Pillow talk: The relaxed, intimate conversation that often occurs between two sexual partners just before or after the act of coitus, usually accompanied by cuddling, caresses, and other physical intimacy. It is associated with honesty, sexual afterglow, and bonding. The content of pillow talk typically includes the sexual act itself, stories and confessions, expressions of affection and appreciation, and playful humor.
Pillow talk, more broadly may also refer to conversations between parties that may be of a more casual and flirting nature, and are not necessarily engaged in a physical relationship
The dank bar had a thick smell of Marlboro and alcohol, but the bustle of the employees, and the joy of the patrons, quickly helped Scott forget the odor that pained his nostrils. Scott fell deep into thoughts and emotions, not of sadness or anger, but of regret. As he wallowed in self-pity, his train of thought was quickly broken by Stiles' voice; which brought Scott back to the reality of sitting at a table, in a bar, with his friends, and his ex.
"No, no, no give it to me straight" Stiles said with a beam of confidence in his voice, looking around the table to show his seriousness. "And be honest, cause' I'm not a child! I can handle anything!" he said as if to dispel anything said about him being weak.
"Okay," Derek said, chuckling at Stiles' attempts at showcasing his sky-rocketing morale, "Black guys have huge dicks; they're monsters!" His eyes widened as he finished the sentence.
"That's all because of porn they're monsters! You know, I've read that there's no difference between a white guy and a black guy!" Cora snapped, in defense to her favorite type of men. She looked around the table looking for support of any kind.
"I bet a white guy wrote that!" Allison quickly chimed in, causing the group to burst into hysterics.
"Hey now! I love my guy no matter what goes on with him, big or small." Stiles said as he straddled Derek to kiss him ferociously.
"Stiles please! You two are too old for this!" Allison begged just before she and Cora began throwing the popcorn they had ordered at the animalistic couple. Starting an all-out popcorn throwing war at the table, all the while Scott sat there just staring at Allison. Every single feeling and emotion Scott could feel ate away at him as he watched her.
Moments later the group found themselves playing billiards, in a corner at the bar. Scott stood there with a pool stick in his hand, but didn't play. He just looked around the room idly, as the emotions from a break-up were far too strong for Scott to properly function in society.
"I gotta go" Allison said sadly "Sorry guys."
"Oh, already?" "I won't get to see you in like a year!" "Come on! Stay! You can study abroad next year!" the others begged.
Hearing all the commotion Scott looked up at Allison "S-stay, I want to hang out with you longer." Scott said nervously.
Suddenly everyone stared at Scott, and then all at once they looked back at Allison. "Get home safely" Derek said quickly dismissing Scott's plea. Everyone else chimed in, to wish Allison luck and safety in her travel to Europe. As Allison made her exit, she slowed down when she passed Scott, and they exchanged an uncomfortable but friendly wave goodbye. Scott hated his goodbye; a wave didn't sum up everything he was feeling.
"You okay?" Derek said worriedly "You know this is Allison's going away party," putting his hand on Scott's shoulder to comfort him.
"I'm really happy you came, you're feeling better right?" Stiles said hugging Scott
"Thanks, I- wait" Scott scrapped his conversation and bolted out the door to properly bid Allison farewell. He saw Allison walking down the street. Scott stood for a second and inhaled deeply feeling it would bolster his resolve, then sprinted to catch up with Allison who had turned the corner. He almost made it to her when he saw her getting into a car with a red-haired man. As he watched them drive away, a fury in his heart burned a deep hole through him. Unsure of where to go he ran back to the bar.
"What the fuck!?" Scott said his words piercing through the awkward feeling in the air, "It's only been 83 days and she already has a new boyfriend? We dated 5 years, but it only took her two and a half months?" he announced with conviction in his voice.
"Is he talking about Allison's new bitch?" Stiles asked rhetorically, returning from his restroom break which was made clear by his fumbling with his belt buckle, "Oh, he's hot." Stiles looked around the table, his eyes searching for agreement. But he only saw Cora waving her hands indicating he should stop, due to the situation. Misunderstanding Cora's request he continued with the background profile of Allison's mystery man. "When I heard he was a chef I thought he'd be a big fat loser but his face is amazing" with that said Stiles made a kiss imitating an Italian chef. "Man I-" Stiles was cut off by a pinch Derek gave him causing him to yelp.
"What? You all knew!?" Scott said feeling a shred of betrayal.
"Allison told us not to tell you," Cora said apprehensively "We're really sorry."
Filled with rage, Scott began to leave the bar when he heard someone mumble "I'm only saying it cause' it's true." With that Scott stormed back to the table blind from his anger, "I thought you guys had my back!" Scott yelled at them, "And you know what Stiles, I am hotter and younger than he is!" With his rage filled speech he bolted home.
...
"Are you gonna cum? Grab my ass before you do." Scott heard the remnants of Allison's moans in his dreams. Scott awoke from the uncomfortable feeling given off by the couch he slept on; he opened his eyes and looked at the flat and uninteresting ceiling before him. His eyes glanced around the room; it was messy and small but for every dent and scrape on the wall there was a memory for them. Whether it was a riotous fight or a messy sex haze, it was a memory they made in this apartment. He liked reminiscing about the truly serene days he spent with her. He missed her.
His daydream was interrupted by a screech of a ringtone. Startling him it caused him to fall off the couch and knock down the coffee table; he looked around frantically for his phone hoping it was Allison. With his hands and knees on the floor he felt around for the phone and found it, drained from the search he laid on his back and answered it.
"Are you home?" the voice said precariously, "Are you alone?"
Scott could tell it was a male voice but, out of the daze of waking up he didn't know what was going on. "Um… yes-"before he could fully respond the voice on the other line shushed him.
"Don't say anything, just do what I tell you." the voice said not to control him but as if it knew better than Scott and wanted to guide him. "Press a button once for Yes, or twice for No"
Scott felt confused and intrigued all at once, so he pressed a digit on his phone once.
"That's a good boy, were you sleeping?" the voice asked, but before Scott could answer it continued on its own. "My voice might echo a little, I'm in the bathroom. I'm lying comfortably in the tub with warm water." Scott suddenly realized what was going on and turned up the volume on his phone and began to listen and imagine everything the lustful voice said. "It's warm and soft, the water is like a blanket. Especially between my legs." The voice said as it lightly moaned into his ear.
Scott sat up and groaned from the pain of previously falling off the sofa.
"I told you not to talk." It said scolding him softly "I'll tell you what I'm doing right now: I'm holding on to the phone with my left hand, and slowly touching myself with my right hand. I'm so hard right now, take yours out," it said begging him with a moan.
Scott ran around the apartment to close all the curtains in his house, he needed to get off. The hardness of his cock pained at him from the asphyxiation of his jeans. He sat on the sofa with his jeans off and his boxers down.
"Can I lick it?" The voice begged "I want to suck it."
The lust Scott felt enveloped him, He gripped himself with his free hand, pulled and twisted a bit to send pleasure coursing through his body.
"I'm gonna lick it softly and suck the whole thing very slowly"
Scott couldn't help but open his mouth silently from the intoxication of pleasure. He could hear the splashes of water behind the deep moans that filled his ear.
The voice let out a deep moan "Do it to me now," another moan followed "Right now."
Scott sped up his pulls and tugs, He breathed out a little sound of pleasure as he ran his left hand over his nipples. He opened his eyes and looked down at the flushed red skin of his cock. He ran his left hand back down past his stomach and over tufts of hair at his crotch, then gripped himself at the base. With his right hand he twisted and pulled again, ran his fingertips lightly over the head and teased the sensitive skin that flared out at the base of the tip.
"You'll hear the water moving, listen carefully," the voice said panting and moaning "If the water moves faster, the voice told him lasciviously "It's because I'm going faster"
...
Meanwhile on the other end the caller, Isaac was not fully participating in the phone sex. Isaac wasn't masturbating at all; he was sitting on a short stool washing the bathroom floor with a bucket of water and a sponge.
Isaac moaned into the phone "I'm going out of my mind" he said as he squeezed the sponge over the bucket "I think I'm gonna cum." Deciding to get more into it he leaned back and moaned loudly to put on a show, "Harder!" he moaned. The water from the floor caused the stool to slip; startled, he yelped and quickly fell off, hitting his head on the bathtub. Isaac began to whine and moan as he held his wound, "It hurts."
...
As the moans and whines filled Scott's head, he let his left hand dip a little further, caressed his balls as he continued pumping his erection with his right. His toes were curled a bit, and then waves of pleasure traveled though his body as he came onto his stomach and chest.
...
"Hello?" Isaac said, "Honey?"
Scott stood up and paced back and forth in his living room, unsure of what to say.
"You can talk now, was it good?" Isaac asked
"Um, yeah it was good," Scott said scratching his head. "What is this? Is it one of those 1-800 numbers where the first call is free or is it like a visiting service? Hello? By the way how much does this cost?"
Isaac's eyes widened in confusion and fear, "Who is this?" Isaac asked, unsure of what the answer might be.
"What?" Scott responded in a similar confusion.
Isaac looked at the phone to see the number he had dialed. 7895. "5? 5!" Isaac asked doubting the reality of the situation. "That's not Jackson's number; his last digit is a 2! His are 7892!" Isaac quickly hung up the phone in his moment of confusion and embarrassment.