It was nearly 11 p.m. when the phone finally rang. Charlie was almost a full bottle of wine in, this time reading a mystery novel in an effort to distract herself from waiting for Bass to call. It had almost worked.
Charlie forced herself to hover her hand over the receiver for two full rings before snatching it up.
"Hello?" she answered in a breathy, excited voice.
Bass' answering low laugh rumbled over the line, causing warmth to rush between her legs. "You're lucky I'm not a telemarketer, answering the phone like that."
"Telemarketers don't usually call so late," she replied, a slight rebuke.
"Yeah, sorry about that," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "I was out earlier."
"At a fight?" Charlie asked before she could stop herself.
"Been asking Uncle Miles about me, have you?" Bass non-answered smoothly. "Better be careful about that. He'll get suspicious."
Sarcastically, Charlie replied, "Suspicious about what? We're just talking."
"I don't think I grabbed the phone to call you as soon as I got in the door so we could 'just talk.'"
"Why did you, then?" she asked, her stomach twisting in anticipation.
Bass' voice through the phone line was like a caress as he answered, "Because I can't stop thinking about how hot your ass looked in those jeans on Sunday. Or imagining your tits in that little blue tank top. Or you touching yourself while you came for me last night." Charlie moved her hand, prepared to do the same thing again.
"What does it do to you?" she asked, starting to touch herself ever so gently.
"It makes me hard as fuck," Bass replied, a slight rasp to his voice. "Which you already know."
"What would you do if you were here?" she challenged him, teasing herself, wanting her arousal to build slowly.
"If I were there, I'd have you in my arms," he began, "I'd run my hands over your body, over your tits, then pull you in tight. Let you feel how hard I am."
Charlie whimpered slightly, willing him to go on. She still kept her fingers outside her underwear, rubbing herself through the thin cotton.
"Then I'd lay you down on… where are you?"
"On my bed," she breathed.
Bass let out a shuddering laugh. "Of course you are. Laying there waiting for me to call, weren't you?"
"Yes," she confessed in a small voice.
"I'd lay you on your bed and pull off your panties. Do that for me now."
She obeyed, wiggling out of her cotton boyshorts. Finally, she let herself touch her bare flesh, moving her fingers firmly down into her cleft, crying out once with pleasure.
"God, Charlie," Bass moaned in response. "Are you touching yourself now?"
"Yes," she said again. It was all she could say to this man.
"If I was there, I'd be touching you. I'd have my fingers inside you, deep inside, where only I can reach. I'd finger fuck you there, teasing your clit, too. Until you came apart for me." His voice was growing more intense as he went on.
"Then what?" Charlie asked, working one hand inside herself and one over her clit, just as Bass was describing.
He continued. "Charlie, there will be times for me to take it slow with you. Times for me to taste you, to lick you until you writhe below me, until you beg me to let you come. There will be times when I worship you from head to toe. There will be times when I gag you with my cock, letting you know you are mine." Charlie's breath was coming in short gasps as she listened to him, her hips lifting into her fingers. She tried to hold off coming until he was ready for her, but it was getting difficult.
"But not now. Not tonight. Tonight I need you, we need each other, so badly. You're so wet for me that I can't wait. I have to have you. Now." He paused for a few seconds, and Charlie mentally begged him to go on, to finish it.
"So I lay you on your back and you open your legs to me. And I'm so fucking hard. I push my cock into you, hard. Fuck you, hard. So hard I'm bottoming out in you, and you're coming for me. Are you coming for me, Charlie?"
"Bass, I'm… I'm…" Charlie's fingers were moving rapidly over her clit now, now that he had entered her, in her mind. She plunged inside her opening, then gave a few last quick strokes of her clit until she shattered. "Yes, I'm coming. I'm coming," she cried, her body shaking.
"Fuck, so am I. I'm coming inside you, Charlie. I… augh…" His voice cut off suddenly as he allowed himself his release, bellowing with abandon.
This time as they both came down from the high of their orgasms, they lingered on the phone. Charlie didn't feel the same embarrassment, the need to hang up, that she'd felt the day before. Somehow, having him talk her through his fantasy, she felt powerful, sexy. A dreamy smile spread across her face as she listened to his breath over the phone line.
"So, I don't think I'm going to be home tomorrow night," Charlie said after a long pause. "Miles has been bugging me to go hang out at the bar, and I can't put it off any longer."
"Interesting," Bass said. "I usually go by Miles' bar on Thursdays, too. Maybe I'll see you there."
Charlie's heart filled with excitement and dread simultaneously. She was going to see him. Tomorrow. "Okay," she said, her voice betraying her sudden nervousness. "Sounds good."
Bass laughed. That laugh. "Get some sleep, Charlie. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," she said.
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The next night, Charlie sat at the end of the bar at Miles', watching the last quarter of the Thursday night football game. It was nearly 11 p.m., and once again, she was waiting for Bass. There was no sign of him. Charlie cursed herself for having been so excited. She'd even worn the jeans he'd said he liked, along with the blue tank top. She'd felt no need to be subtle in her efforts to look like a walking wet dream.
Charlie stared at the TV, absorbed in a critical third down play, when she both felt and heard a voice in her ear. "Jesus Christ, what are you trying to do to me?"
She turned quickly, and there was Bass, standing over her. Her eyes locked onto his, and electricity crackled between them. Slowly, he let his gaze wander over her body, making her feel naked. He leaned in, and she felt the warmth radiating off his body as he whispered, "This is exactly how I've been picturing you." A pause, a self-deprecating smile, and then he added, "Well, maybe not exactly."
Miles hustled over to them. "Bass, step away from Charlie," he said, irritated. "What are you doing here? You're never here on Thursdays. Didn't you fight?"
Charlie looked at Bass curiously, and he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I did. Earlier." Charlie noticed Bass' knuckles were freshly split open, and his lip and eye socket were slightly puffy. There were small streaks of dried blood along his neck and hairline. She gulped, suddenly feeling light-headed with lust.
"Looks like it went okay," Miles said, concerned for his friend despite his impatience with his choice to fight. He poured Bass a beer on tap and slid it over to him.
"Yeah, it went fine. Thanks for asking, brother." He clearly didn't want to discuss it further.
Miles nodded, then caught sight of a customer signaling him. He tapped the bar in farewell and walked away.
Bass turned to face Charlie, giving her an appraising look. "So, have you hung out here very much?" he said in opening, taking a sip of his beer.
Charlie smirked. "You mean, do I 'come here often'?" she said, mocking his trite question, then ignoring it. "Where do you fight?"
Bass smiled, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "That's not something I tell just anyone."
"Am I just anyone?"
"We'll see." He paused. "Why do you want to know?"
"Maybe I'd come watch you," Charlie said. "Put some money down. From what I hear, you're a pretty safe bet."
Bass shook his head. "Not so sure it's your kind of place. It's pretty rough. Dirty."
Charlie lobbed the softball back. "I can handle rough and dirty," she said, loading her words with significance.
Bass' smile tightened. "Like I said, we'll see." Glancing up at the TV, he called out, "Come on, go! Get there!" as the player on-screen fought for a touchdown. He made it, and Charlie and Bass cheered. Bass threw his arm around Charlie's shoulders, pulling her into him. Then, quickly, he glanced down the bar at Miles and released her. Charlie immediately felt cold, missing the brief feeling of his strong arm holding her.
They watched the rest of the football game together, downing a few more drinks in the process. They talked some about sports, some about the work Charlie was doing in school, some about Philadelphia. Charlie knew better than to bring up the fighting again.
When the game ended, Charlie was still sitting on her barstool, with Bass standing up next to her. As the TV switched to a commercial break, Charlie swung her body around toward Bass. She positioned herself so that each of her legs was on either side of him, leaving him standing between them. Slowly, he turned so that their bodies were square.
"Charlie," Bass said in an exaggeratedly patient voice. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," she said innocently, her eyes wide. She took a pull off her beer bottle.
"Really. Because it seems like you're straddling me in the middle of Miles' bar." He made no move to step away.
"Mmm, does it?" she asked tipsily. She lifted her hands and ran them up the front of his thighs and over his stomach, relishing the feel of hard muscle under his soft t-shirt.
Bass bent his head to hers, stepping into her, closing the gap between them. "Yes, it does. You're lucky I just saw your uncle," he emphasized, "go back down the hallway that leads to his office." He traced his hands up along Charlie's legs, bringing them around to cup her ass.
"That is lucky," Charlie said flirtatiously, running her hands around Bass' waist then resting her palms flat on his back. "I saw the same thing."
Bass pulled her hard against his body, and she could feel his erection straining through the front of his jeans, pressing into her core. "Of course, he could come back any second."
Charlie shifted her hips against him, certain that she could come, even from that muted friction. She curled her legs around Bass slightly, getting even closer to him, gaining control so that she could rub her body against his.
"Then maybe we shouldn't waste any more time talking," she said, pulling her head back to look at Bass. She licked her lips and parted them slightly. The reserved expression on Bass' face slipped away, replaced by one of hunger and primal need. Moving one of his hands off her ass, he tangled it in the hair at the nape of her neck and held her in place as he covered her mouth with his in a brutal kiss.
Charlie felt like she could scream, it was so perfect. Her mouth opened to his, and he filled her with his tongue, demanding she yield to him. Charlie grasped at Bass' shirt as he rocked his hips into her in a steady, firm rhythm, matching the intensity of his kisses.
Charlie moaned into Bass' mouth, and he pulled away and met her gaze with furious passion. Seeing that she was okay, he immediately resumed kissing her, pushing his hips into her with even more force. Suddenly, Charlie felt the tension in her body building rapidly, and she began to lose control. As she felt her orgasm take her over, she pulled away from Bass' kiss to gasp and cry out in his ear, "Oh God, Bass, I'm... Oh God… Bass!" She rode out her orgasm, burying her face in his neck, her hips bucking involuntarily into him.
When Charlie had finished, Bass released his grip on her and turned away slightly. Bending down to her, he murmured, "That's even sexier in person than it is on the phone."
Charlie laughed shortly, her face burning with embarrassment. Had she actually just humped herself to orgasm on him in the middle of the bar? He had to think she was a complete freak. Daring to look up at him, afraid of what she would see, Charlie found him watching her in awe, appreciation, and pure, animal lust. Her eyes dropped to his crotch, and the evidence of his want for her was there, too.
Behind Bass, she saw Miles emerge from the hallway on the other side of the bar. "We're about to have company," she warned, and Bass followed her gaze, cursing when he saw Miles.
"I'm going outside for a smoke," he said. "Meet me out there in two minutes."
"But I don't smoke," Charlie protested as he turned to leave.
"Neither do I," Bass called back over his shoulder. She watched him disappear out the front door of the bar just as Miles walked up.
"Where's Bass going?" he asked.
"Out for a smoke," Charlie said. Downing the rest of her beer, she added, "Think I'll get some fresh air, too." Before Miles could comment, she hopped off her barstool, landing on shaky legs. She felt slick wetness, sloppy in her underwear as she walked out of the bar.
The street outside was busy, with groups waiting to enter the bar, smokers puffing away, and the bouncer watching over everything. Charlie spotted Bass standing tensely about twenty feet away. When she reached him, he grabbed her hand and led her further down the street. Then he pulled her into the narrow space between two buildings.
Immediately, he wrapped her in a full embrace, kissing her desperately. Bass buried one hand in her hair, as before, and he used his other than to take one of hers and guide it onto the hard ridge of his cock. Charlie needed no further prompting, as she ran her hand firmly over the front of his jeans, pulling a deep groan from his throat. She gripped him through the worn denim, in awe of his thickness and length. She tried to mold her hand to his contours, but it was awkward touching him this way. Charlie wanted to feel him, hot and needy in her palm.
Charlie moved her hand off of him, paused as her fingers grazed his fly. "Can I?" she asked.
"Yeah," Bass said, his eyes intent on her movements, his breathing labored.
Charlie flicked open the button and lowered the zipper, pulling his cock free of his jeans and boxers. Bass sucked in his breath as she worked her hand over his bare flesh. He was far more than a handful, and Charlie touched him aggressively, giving him friction, loving how he stiffened even more in her hands. Bass emitted quiet moans, turning her on beyond all imagining.
Suddenly, she was overwhelmed by a need to taste him. Charlie dropped to her knees. Wetting her lips, she guided him into her mouth, opening wide and taking his entire length in one stroke. Bass cried out incoherently at this, doubling forward, catching his hands in her hair. Charlie pulled her mouth off him, then plunged back down, jamming him into her throat, messy strings of saliva falling from her lips.
She kept one hand on Bass' cock, running it up and over the slicked head. Her other hand, she plunged into her pants, finding her wet center, rubbing herself as she pleasured him. Charlie took Bass' cock back into her mouth, jerking and sucking him vigorously, almost violently.
With a few deep gasps, and a final, crescendoing groan, Bass came for her, shooting his warm cum hard into her mouth. Charlie swallowed it eagerly, loving the evidence of his climax, not minding the taste because it was him. Primly, once she'd swallowed it all, she slid his penis out of her mouth, smoothly closing her lips over the tip, leaving him as clean as possible.
Charlie got to her feet, and Bass fastened his pants. He slumped back against the building behind him, staring at her, the picture of a man drained and sated. She stared back, one hip cocked to the side, arms crossed, mouth quirked in a smug smile.
"Fuck," Bass finally said, still breathing hard. "That's sure as hell sexier in person than on the phone."
"We better get back inside," was Charlie's response. "It doesn't take this long to smoke a cigarette."
Bass peeled himself off the wall and stood up straight, but shook his head. "I can't face your uncle after that. I'll either look too guilty or too satisfied, and neither would be good. I think I'll just head out."
Charlie frowned, and he assured her, "I want to see you again, Charlie. Really soon." Smiling slightly, he added, "I'll call you." Then he was gone.
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Bass didn't call. Friday and Saturday came and went without her hearing from him. Charlie had even turned down an invitation from some classmates to go see a play, wanting to be home for him to reach her. As she went to bed Saturday night, Charlie kicked herself for being so stupid. For putting her life on hold for a man Miles had basically told her never saw the same woman twice.
Sunday morning, Charlie was in a wretched mood as she had coffee and dry toast with Miles. Miles, who was also crankier than usual because his day manager was on vacation, and that meant Miles had to go in on a Sunday. He glared at Charlie. "You're getting crumbs on the table."
He eyes shot daggers back at him. Smiling mock-sweetly, she swept the crumbs onto the floor. "There we go!" she said. "All better." Miles just glared some more.
A knock at the door startled them both. Miles heaved a sigh and got up to answer it. Charlie heard the door open, then, "Bass? What are you doing here?" Charlie's heart leapt. Bass was here! She glanced down at her baggy t-shirt, sweatpants, and unshowered body. Shit, Bass was here. She tensed, prepared to run and hide in her room, but their voices were already right outside the kitchen.
"Um, I'm here to pick you up for the game?" Charlie heard Bass saying as they walked in.
"I told you I have to work this Sunday. Len's on vacation? Any of this ringing a bell?" Miles said bitterly, clearly unhappy about the reminder of the fun he was going to be missing.
Bass slapped his forehead theatrically. "You did say that. Shit, man, sorry. I totally forgot. This sucks."
"No kidding," Miles said dryly.
"Well, what am I gonna do with your ticket? I don't want to sell it to some weirdo. If I'd remembered that you were out for this week, maybe I could have asked Flora if she wanted it…"
Miles looked at Bass like he was insane. "Flora? You hate Flora. You haven't spoken to Flora in months." Sitting back down across from Charlie and picking up his coffee cup, Miles gestured at her with it, saying, "Take Charlie. She likes the Bears. Don't you, Charlie?"
"I like the Bears," she repeated idiotically. What the hell was happening here? Did Miles really just tell Bass to take her to a football game?
"Oh, you do?" Bass said to Charlie, his voice laden with surprise. "Well. Okay. If you want to come."
Charlie saw a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth, and she realized he'd planned this whole thing. She had to fight down a grin of her own as she answered. "Sure."
"She wants to," Miles affirmed. "God knows all she's done this weekend is sit around here, hiding in her room with the cordless phone."
Charlie met Bass' eyes, humiliated, but he just smiled at her. "Great," he said. "I'll just hang out while you get ready. Unless you want to go like that." He gestured at her pajamas.
Giving him a put-upon look, Charlie stood and grabbed her coffee. "I'll just be a minute," she said, hustling out of the room. To go get ready for her date with Bass.