PTB – Homework assignment – Lesson # 6 – Write a phone sex scene

Because there is no seeing, no touching of each other. No scents, no scenery, no physical anything, except for speech and self-gratification. You can't cover the basic nature of sexual communication in clichés and cover-ups. It's a sensory deprivation chamber where the only thing you have is talk and emotion. It may be the hardest sex to write, because there is forced realism. No hiding.

You can write your phone-sex scene in whatever fashion you like. It can be squicky or silly or sexy. Just let your words and your characters set the mood. It can be purple or utilitarian, or poetic. Write what you are comfortable writing

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement intended.

A/N: Since I never had phone sex, I did a search on Google. I didn't want to read any FF with phone sex or dirty talking in case I stole something so I used my sexually active characters from LAFS to fill in the rest.

Summery: Sometime before the wedding, Bella and the girls went to LA for a day of shopping and spa treatments. Bella is still human, so they checked into a hotel for her to get some sleep. Bella is upset about not returning to Forks, and calls Edward knowing he could always make her feel better. Just how good will he make her feel? Read on to find out.

Title: I wish you were here

I pick up the phone and call his number. I hate being away from Edward, and I know he hates being apart just as much as I do, if not more.

"Hi sweetheart." He answers on the first ring and as miserable as I am, the sound of his voice soothes me like a comfy blanket.

"Are you on the way back?"

"No, Alice didn't get everything she wants so we're spending the night here and coming home tomorrow." I want to cry, but I know he would insist on coming to me, if I do, so I try to think of something else to cheer myself up.

"I brought you a surprise."

"Really?" I smile at how eager he sounds.

"Yes, we went to Fredrick's of Hollywood…" I trail off, knowing that was enough for him to pull up sexy pictures of me in his head.

He laughs, "Is it something for me or is it for you?"

"Well, I'll be wearing it, but you'll get great pleasure when you see it.

"Are you wearing it now?"

"No, we just got to the hotel, and I wanted to let you know we weren't coming home tonight."

"I want to try something." I heard the mischief in his voice, and a smile spreads over my face.

"Okay."

"I want you to have a shower, put on my surprise and then I want you to describe it to me in detail."

"What are you going to do while I have my shower?" I ask, almost running to the shower, I'm getting as excited as he sounds.

"I'll be having a shower too, but I'll be thinking of the last time we had a shower together - imagining your hands rubbing body wash all over me; those hot little hands, roaming across my chest, down my stomach, all the way to my cock."

"Oh God." I sit on the edge of the tub. I may not have a photographic mind as a vampire, but I could see everything he is describing and it's making my knees weak.

"I remember how much I wanted to push you against the tiles and fuck you from behind or pick you up and carry you to the vanity, so I could watch the emotions on your face as I thrust into you again and again, but you were enjoying exploring my body, so I restrained myself." We both took deep breaths as we remembered the same thing. In fact, we've had lots of shower sex.

I moan.

I squeeze my legs together tightly, rubbing my pussy against the crease of my jeans, but the friction is not enough, I need more. I put the phone on speaker and take my jeans and panties off, sitting back on the edge of the tub. The cold marble reminds me of Edward's skin and arouses me even more.

"What are you doing now?" He asks. He must have heard the sound of my clothes rustling.

"I just took my pants and panties off, so I could play with myself as I give you a virtual blow job. I want you to play with yourself too."

I hear him moan. "Wait, I'm still dressed."

I imagine him shredding his clothes in his eagerness to get naked. I think of all the times he destroyed our clothes because he was too impatient to handle zippers or buttons. I feel my pussy quiver. I haven't touched myself yet, and I'm fully aroused.

I feel braver, bolder. This is my sexy boyfriend and I'm doing this to him while I'm on the other side of the country.

I take over, pretending that I'm there with him. "I'm washing you all over, paying special attention to your cock and balls, massaging them with my soapy hands, fondling them. I rinse you off, watching the suds slip off your body."

"Holding your cock, I lead you to the edge of the tub so I could sit."

"I lick the length of your cock." I speak slowly, softly in my most sultry voice. Drawing out each sentence while we visualize each act. I picture the images from our last encounter and I know he's doing the same.

"I put the tip between my lips, rolling my tongue around it."

"Fuck Bella, you're killing me." He growls. The sound of that growl send shivers up and down my spine.

"You don't know how much I wish you were here, and we were doing this for real." The husky sound of his voice is driving me crazy.

I take a deep breath and continue. "I flick my tongue under the head and do it a few more times, because I know you love that and I want to drive you crazy." By this time, I'm rubbing my clit as I continue to bring us closer to our orgasm.

He didn't say anything, but I heard him breathing heaver. I feel braver, bolder. This is my sexy boyfriend and I'm doing this to him while I'm on the other side of the country. "I take more of you in my mouth, gripping the shaft with my hand. My hand pumps as I take you in and out of my mouth, taking you in as far as I can, sometimes I rub the head against the roof of my mouth. Twirling my tongue against you. Sucking you like a lollypop.

"Bella, Bella, yes baby." I know he's almost there.

"I could feel your cock twitching in my mouth, so I suck harder, pushing you to the back of my mouth as I squeeze your balls."

"Oh God, I'm coming."

We were both breathing heavily.

"Sweetheart."

"Mmm"

"Are you playing with yourself?"

"Yes."

"Sit in the tub with your knees up." He waited for me to get in.

"Put the phone on the edge of the tub next to you."

"Close your eyes."

"Open your legs as wide as you can and think of me on my knees before you."

My heart is beating faster.

"I want you to insert a few fingers inside your pussy. Move them around. Now rub your clit with the moisture."

I love when he talks dirty.

"Put your fingers back inside, pushing them in and out as hard and fast as you need. Since I'm not there to taste you, use your other hand to rub circles around your clit."

"Tell me how you feel."

"So good." I can't think straight. There are too many sensations flowing through me.

"I'm fucking you with my fingers and licking your clit." As his husky voice fills my head, my hands start moving faster. I could hear squishy sounds, which are pushing me closer to the edge.

"Think of my teeth grazing against your clit; now brush your finger nail over your clit." I do as he says without thinking.

"Curl your fingers, and rub yourself in that special spot."

I heard him inhale deeply before he continues. "My mouth is full of venom as I think of the sight of your pussy, your swollen lips, and your delicious smell."

Is he trying to kill me?

"Sweetheart, I want to hear you come." He cajoled. "I'm there with you, your legs are thrown over my shoulders, I'm licking you, flicking your clit with my cold tongue and fucking you with my long fingers."

The images he creates are enough to push me over the edge. I feel the buildup. All my muscles tense. My toes curl. My head is trashing from side to side. I squeeze my eyes tightly until I see stars.

"EDWARD," I scream as I slump in the tub. Good thing he suggested this or I would have fallen off the edge. My lungs are burning from lack of oxygen. I take a few gulps of air.

All the time, he is in the background.

"I love you." He says it over and over just like he does after we make love. I could almost feel his hand brushing my hair off my forehead and soothing my feverish flesh as he peppers my skin with kisses.

Finally, I pick up the phone, "I love you too."

"I want you to have a shower and sleep for a few hours because I'm leaving here now. When I get to LA, I want to see you in my new gift, then I'm going to fuck you senseless for teasing me like this."

He didn't wait for me to respond. He just hung up. There was a huge smile on my face. This was our first attempt at phone sex, and it was fantastic; plus the thought on him moving around his room like the Tasmanian devil in his haste to get here makes me feel powerful.

Before I could recover enough to take my shower, Alice and Rosalie burst into the bathroom

"What's up?" I ask, trying not to yawn.

"OMG, that was so hot." Alice said, laughing like a hyena.

Vampire senses.

"Have you ever heard of the word privacy?" I try to get mad, but I'm still floating on a cloud.

"Bella, I didn't think you had it in you." Rosalie says. "We were so turned on by your phone sex; we called the guys so they could run down here with Edward."

Running is much faster than driving for vampires, so they would be here quicker than by taking a car.

Typical Rosalie, she thinks she and Emmett have the monopoly on great sex. Glad I could prove her wrong. Just because Edward and I don't flaunt our sexual activities, doesn't mean we didn't have great sex.

"Idiots, help me up so I could prepare for my man." We all laugh as two strong arms pull me up.

"See you, we have our preparations to make too." With that, they ghost out of the bathroom, and I'm left to start my shower. Who knew talking about having a shower could lead to this?