Chapter 143: Can You Hear Me Now? Good.

"Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love." – Georges Bataille

"A man's eroticism is a woman's sexuality." – Karl Kraus

"Exhilaration is that feeling you get just after a great idea hits you, and just before you realize." – Rex Harrison

"The more developed sexual passion, in both sexes, is very largely an emotion of power, domination, or appropriation. There is no state of feeling that says ''mine, mine,'' more fiercely." – Charles Horton Cooley

"I am, I must confess, suspicious of those who denounce others for having ''too much'' sex. At what point does a ''healthy'' amount become "too much?'" – Edmund White


He moved his hand from where it lay on his abdomen under the sweatpants and the elastic band of the boxers, "Ok."

"Touch yourself…"

"Mmm…"

"Only do what I say…ok?"

"Yeah…ok…"

She smiled, this was going to be too much fun, "Ok Michael," she said, letting his name roll off her tongue, knowing it would drive him insane, "I want you to make one stroke…from the base to the tip. Grip your cock with your hand at the base and make one stroke all the way to the tip…"

She heard him groan and knew that words might be escaping him at the moment.

"Good…now stroke down from tip to base…"

She heard another groan.

"Too slow?" she asked, rounding the corner of the men's wear and moving towards the women's clothing.

"Mmm hmm…"

"Ok, I'm gonna let you stroke a little bit…I'll tell you when to stop…"

She didn't hear any reply, but assumed he was complying so she looked at a few items on the rack while he obeyed.

He stroked himself, fisting his cock quickly, just as Sydney had told him. She let him do it for about a minute.

"Ok…now stop…but keep a grip on your cock…"

His hand stilled.

"Reach under your cock and feel your balls…" her voice got a little quieter as she walked from the women's section, "Got em?" she asked.

"Yeah…" he said breathily.

"Roll them between your fingers."

His hips bucked as he fondled his balls, arching off the couch as he moaned again.

She loved hearing his moans over the phone, wishing she were there to watch, but loving the fact that she couldn't at the moment.

"Now I want you to pull gently…each one…individually…" she waited a few moments, "you like that?"

"Yeah…"

"You hard?"

"Extremely…" he said on the next breath out.

She smiled at his breathy sounds, and almost giggled when she saw that she had wandered into the children's clothing section. She looked up and a little boy was staring at her, eyes huge, mouth open wide. Her smile faltered as the mother of the boy asked him, "Peter? What's wrong?"

"Mommy, I wanna ball…"

"Well, there aren't any balls over here sweetie, we'll have to go to the toy section."

"But that lady," Peter said as he pointed to Sydney, "She just told someone on the phone to grab the balls…"

Sydney bolted from the children's section, half giggling, half completely embarrassed. Thank God neither the kid nor the mother knew her.

She walked to the bedding aisles and peeked to make sure no one was around this time.

"How you doin?" she asked slightly breathlessly.

"Mmm…"

"You still rolling them?"

"Yeah…"

"Stroking?"

"Yeah…"

"Ok…here's what I want you to do…" she paused, "I want you to imagine that I'm right there…close your eyes…"

"Mmm…"

She smiled, "Keep stroking your balls and then when you feel ready…move up to your cock…when you get there…let me know…"

She paused again, letting him get started and then continued, "Ok, I'm right there…I'm running my hands up your legs…feel me?"

"Uh huh…"

"The hairs on the back of your neck are starting to stand up and I can feel your legs shudder as I move towards your cock…"

She waited a minute, smiling as a worker went past her. Once the worker was out of sight, she started again, moving to the fabrics.

"Where is your hand?"

"On my balls…"

"Still there?" she asked, chuckling.

"You're taking your time…"

She smiled, "Yes, I am…slowly working my way up your thighs…leaning over…you can feel my breath next to your cock…"

"Yeah…it's warm…and it tickles…"

She smiled, oh yeah; she totally had him now, "Tickles, huh? Well…we'll see if it tickles when I grab your cock…grab it…"

He did as he was told, moaning as his hand gripped his throbbing and enlarging cock.

"Stroke," she said.

One word was all it took, and his hand began to move, alternating gripping and stroking. His breath was becoming ragged and it was delicious to hear over the phone.

"You stroking?"

"Uh huh…"

"K…now stop…and grip the base…hard…"

"Uhhhnnn…"

She smiled, "now move to the tip…pinch it…"

"Oh God…"

She moved from fabrics to furniture, looking over the bookshelves and desks.

"Move right below the head…got it…"

"Yeah…"

"Pinch there too…"

She couldn't describe the sound that came from him, it was somewhere between a moan and a sound of complete bliss, but whatever it was, it turned her on immensely as well. She could feel the wetness starting to soak through her panties.

"I'm wet Michael…can you tell?"

He responded with another groan.

"I want you to move your hand away from your cock…"

"Uhnnn…why?"

"Just do it…"

He complied, taking his hand away.

"What is your cock doing?"

"Throbbing…" he said as he could feel it begin to twitch, "if it has a mind of its own, it wants me to touch it again…"

She laughed, "Soon, baby, soon…move your hand underneath your shirt…"

He complied.

"Is it under your shirt?"

"Yeah…"

"Good…my hands are moving away from your cock…moving up to your chest…feel 'em?"

"Uh huh…"

"They're tracing a path up your chest, past your abdomen, past the ribs…right to your nipples…"

"Uhh…"

"Stroke them too…" she waited, moving to the light section, "Pinch…"

"Uhhhhnnnn…"

She smiled, God she loved his reactions, "Ok…how's our friend?"

"Uhhhnnnnn…still wants to be touched…can I touch it?"

Ah…control… "Yes…you can touch it…grip it hard Michael."

He groaned again, "Syd…"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think I can last much longer…"

"Ok…just keep it up a few more minutes…you tell me what's happening…Stroke…"

He did so, moaning, moving his hips in rhythm with his hand.

"Pinch below the head again Michael…"

"Uhhhnnn…God…I'm so close…"

"Ok…you getting harder?"

"Yeah…"

"Is it hot?"

"Yeah…"

"Reach down one more time to your balls…feel them…are they ready?"

"Yeah…they…uh…"

"What sweetie?"

"They're tensing…"

"Good…"

"Syd…" he said breathily.

"I'm right here baby…I'll talk you through…"

"I'm ready…"

"Go ahead honey…come for me…come Michael…"

She could hear a long series of moans before a rather loud groan, and she knew he had come.

"Good honey…let it all out…come for me…come hard Michael…"

When she said that, she heard him moan again, and she knew that he had come more.

"Vaughn?"

He was completely breathless. Sydney's voice egging him on and encouraging him proved too much when combined with his own hand motions. He tried to calm himself, his cock still throbbing slightly as the last few spurts of milky semen pushed their way out of the head of his cock and down his hand. The one coherent thought that moved through his sex-addled brain was that he'd need to change at some point, because his boxers were seriously wet. He had a passing thought wondering if Sydney had put black sweat pants on him for this reason, so the moisture wouldn't show through…It took him a moment to register that Sydney was calling him, "Uhn…yeah?"

"I'll be RIGHT home…do NOT move…got it?"

"I'll be right here…not going anywhere…although I may be asleep by the time you get here…"

She chuckled, "How about I keep talking to you then…"

"Ok…"

She moved quickly through the store, walking back to the pharmacy. She smiled at Mark and he walked over with her bag of pill bottles.

"Ok, you just need to sign here…" he said and was about to start explaining the drugs.

"It's ok," Sydney said, "They're refills, I know all about 'em." She grabbed the bag and took off trying to find Amélie. "Stay with me…just gotta find your mom and check out honey."

"You've been at the store this whole time?" he asked surprised.

"Yeah…I made my rounds through the whole store…" she chuckled, "And I totally gave some little boy a sex complex, I'm sure…"

"Oh my God!"

"I know…"

She finally located Amélie, "You ready?" she asked.

Amélie smiled and nodded, "Is that Michael?"

"Yes, it is…"

"Tell him I say hi."

"Your mom says 'hi' Vaughn."

"Ugh…if I could think, I'd say 'hi' back. Please tell me that she didn't hear any of that."

"No, she didn't…" Sydney said chuckling and then turned to Amélie, "He says 'hi' back."

Amélie smiled and paid for her purchases and Sydney paid for hers as well, smiling and grabbing something from the candy display in the lane with another evil thought, and the two ladies made their way to the car, "You still there?"

"Yeah, I'm here…" he said taking a deep breath.

"Good…did you like that?"

"God Syd…that was…that was…WOW…"

"Good!" She smiled at Amélie and took her bags to put in the truck as she got in the passenger side. Sydney put the bags in the car and then closed the trunk and talked quietly, "You sounded like you came really hard…"

"Yeah, you could say that," he said with a smile, "Are you saying that in front of my mother?"

"No…she's in the car…I'm outside the car for the moment, being covert…"

He chuckled, "Good, let's spare her…"

"Are you messy?" she asked with a hint of mischief.

"Uh…yeah…I guess a little…or a lot…but…well…it's contained…"

"We'll take care of that when I get home…we'll figure out a way to get your mother out of the room…where the hell are Will and Francie? Not that I would have wanted them to walk in on you or anything, but what if you needed something?"

"Well, I'm sure if I would have called, they would have rushed right over…" he said.

"Yeah…I suppose…"

"Plus, I think it works better this way…" he said with another grin.

"Yeah, I'll be right there…can I hang up? You gonna be ok?"

"Yeah, I'll stay awake."

"Ok, see you in a few minutes."

"K…thanks Syd."

"That was fun…I love you."

"I love you too…and that was amazing…"

She smiled, "Bye honey."

"Bye baby."

They both hung up, Sydney got in the car and kept a happy and satisfied grin on her face all the way home. Thankfully, Amélie didn't inquire about its source.

Vaughn rested his head on the couch and thought about the wonderful woman who would even keep him occupied when she went to fill his medications. He couldn't wait until she got home…