Maia was watching television and eating sunflower seeds. She had just finished a bowl of tomato soup and was considering baking some brownies. Dexter was just starting to get interesting when she heard her work phone ring.

She had told Phil that Thanksgiving would be busy, but that wasn't true. People typically didn't call her on holidays because they were usually being held captive by their families at the dinner table or in front of the television sleeping. She muted the television and ran to the phone in her bedroom, grabbing it on the third ring. She cleared her throat and answered the line.

November 24th, 10:12 pm.

"Hi. My name's Cali, what's yours?"

"Hi."

Maia smiled to herself. "G-man? Is that you?" Her voice was happy and bubbly. She was excited that he had called back. She didn't think he would.

"I agree by hitting the pound sign to pay you $3.95 a minute for your services."

He sounds really glum, maybe even pissed. Is he mad at me?

"G, I want to apologize for the other night. It was terribly unprofessional of me. I'm very embarrassed."

"You should be. I almost didn't call. But you promised me three fantasies. "

"Well, Thanksgiving is a great time to be thankful for a lot of things. The most thankful I ever was, was on a Thanksgiving morning when my cousin, who I hadn't seen in ten years, arrived for dinner. He was really polite to my father, helped my mother in the kitchen. After dinner my parents excused us and we went outside. He was a good looking 19 year old and I had just turned 18. We walked down to the park and he pulled my arm practically off dragging me into the woods. I giggled the whole way. I have to admit, he was so cute, all I could think of all day was his beautiful hands. They weren't a boy's hands, they were those of a man. But they weren't thick or stubby, they were long and graceful. The hands you expect to find playing a violin or piano.

He whispered to me, "You know they say that you can tell how big a dick is by how long a guy's fingers are."

Well, of course I had heard that. It was the idle gossip of every girl in high school. We'd look at each of the boys hands and giggle when we'd see someone with unusually long or sadly stubby hands.

Now, Taddy, that was his name, he took his hands and rubbed them across my face and down my shoulder. He brushed over my nipple and grabbed me between the thighs. I was shocked to say the least. He murmured into my shoulder, "Cali, let me show you that it's true. Take those jeans off and I'll show you that it's true."

I'd only been with one guy back then, but for some reason, I was hot and wet. I wanted him to show me something, anything, as long as it involved his fingers on my crotch. I took my levis off, somewhat embarrassed by the little teddy bear bikini panties I had on. He laughed when he saw them. He pulled my teddy bear panties down and felt between my legs. I was so wet by then, I didn't need any lubricant.

"Oh God Cali, you're so hot. Can I stick it in you now?"

"I don't think you should unless you have a rubber." I guess all that health ed paid off, because I did think about birth control. He was almost bursting out of his jeans. I could see the bulge and he was breathing heavy.

"Can I just look at your breasts?"

I thought it was the least I could do for him. I unbuttoned my shirt and reached around to undo my bra. I pulled the bra off and I heard him moan.

"Cali, you're going to have to suck me, I can't take much more. I need to get off."

I nodded and sat up on my knees, unzipped his levis and pulled it out. It wasn't particularly thick, but I had to admit, it was long just like his fingers. I hadn't given a blow job to anyone before, but he didn't seem to care. He stuck his erection in my mouth and started to thrust up, hitting the back of my throat as he did. I thought I was going to gag when all of a sudden, he stopped. He pushed me down and started to rub his penis between my breasts.

He could barely talk, he croaked out, "Push them together, push your breasts together.'

I did as he told me, I squeezed my breasts over his very hard erection like a hotdog bun. He started rubbing over and over until he cried out. He came all over my chest, even squirting a little up onto my lips. I tasted it and it was salty, bitter. He collapsed and I heard this tittering coming from behind me. It was my teenage cousins and they had just witnessed the entire event."

House chuckled.

Maia listened to his breathing. It wasn't enough, he didn't come. "Are you ready for another fantasy? "

"That was interesting. Did you have Thanksgiving dinner?"

Maia was shocked, he didn't seem interested in the fantasy. "Uh, yeah, I just got back. I just finished my Thanksgiving dinner. Turkey, cranberry, mashed potatoes, you know the drill. What about you?"

"My family isn't here, I had cereal for dinner."

She chuckled. "I have a confession; I just had a bowl of soup for dinner. As you know, I have no family here. It was just me, so why cook a turkey?"

"No last minute offers from your former friends?"

Maia didn't say anything. I already sound pathetic.

He snickered, "Wow. At least I have a friend who invited me over. Man, was it the drugs? What did you do when you were high to alienate everyone in your life?"

She didn't know how to answer that. "You know, maybe some of them alienated me. It could have been them."

He started to chuckle, "Right, that's exactly how it went down, dozens of people are the ones who alienated you."

Maia's voice grew defensive, "Do you want your fantasy or not?"

"Cali? Do you like what you're doing?"

"I like it better than starving."

"I thought you were a coed? Can't you find work in your field?"

"Nothing that pays the bills."

"So you have to support yourself? Don't you have a boyfriend…you look like you should have one."

"G. I just don't want to share that right now. Do you want another fantasy?"

"The last one was lame," he said.

"What about a nurse fantasy?"

"Been there, done them. What about coffee?"

She didn't get it at first, not sure what he meant. "Coffee? Uh, you want one with the coffee poured on me or on you or what?"

"No moron, I wanted to know if you wanted to meet for coffee."

She gasped, sputtering into the receiver, "G. I'm not allowed to do that, it's not a good idea."

"Look, I just thought you might be a little lonely today."

Maia tried to make the best of it, "Thank you. That's really kind of you, but I have to work. Besides I'm not good company when I'm sad."

"What do you do when you're sad?"

"I sing and then the whole world is sad with me."

He chuckled, "Okay. Then tell me a fantasy about you and me in a row boat on Lake Carnegie."

"I'm out in a rather old row boat on the lake. It's a spring day and I went for a morning row, but the boat is starting to leak. I'm rowing as fast as I can back to shore, but it's going down fast. You're doing some rowing too, morning exercise. You see that I'm in trouble so you rush over to my aid, helping me out of the water and into your boat. I'm wet and a little chilly. You can see my nipples through the t-shirt. The only thing you have on is a t-shirt and shorts. You pull the tee off and offer it to me. I ask you to turn your head as I take off my wet one. I pull it up and off. My sports bra is soaked and see-through. You sneak a look as I take it off, my breasts bouncing as they're released from the bra. I put on your sweaty t-shirt and can't help but think it has a manly, sexy smell. You start to row back to the dock, but I suggest you go ahead and finish your workout, I'm not going to go anywhere and the boat is sunk no matter what. So you agree. You row down the lake as we talk. We're laughing at me sinking a row boat. I keep smelling your shirt and with all the laughing and flirting, I'm getting turned on. I can see that you are too.

I ask if you'll let me row. You say okay and as we exchange seats, your arm brushes my breasts, sending a fire through both of us. We sit back down and as I row, my breasts bounce. You start getting hard and have to adjust your posture to accommodate what's going on. You can't hide it anymore and I don't want you too.

I tell you that I need to find a way to thank you. You're thinking of lots of ways I could thank you, but say nothing. I decide the best way is to put the oars down. You look at me, wondering what I'm doing. I tell you that I should give you back your t-shirt so you don't get cold. You tell me I can keep it, but I insist. I pull the shirt off, my breasts spilling out, nipples pointing at you. You stare at my perky, large breasts with plump brown nipples. You start breathing hard as I continue to row a little. I smile at your obvious discomfort. You're so hard I have to take pity on you. I put the oars down and then kneel down in the space between us. I tell you to take your shorts off. As soon as you remove them, I begin to lick at the base of your throbbing erection. We're under the bridge, but if someone drives into the lake parking lot, they'd have a great view. You have a little semen on the top which I lick off, rimming you with my tongue. I start to suck you harder and harder, until you start moaning. The boat is rocking from you thrusting up into my mouth. You reach down and grab my breast, pinching my nipple. You pull me up slip my shorts down, turn me around so that I'm facing away from you and sit me down on top of your slick dick. You reach around and grab my tits and without much fanfare, you slide into me. I'm in a crouched position so I use my knees to slide up and down on your glorious had on. You buck up as you scream out, it echoing under the bridge. We can see two guys from the University rowing our way, but neither of us can stop. It feels to good to stop. You can see that the guys are watching us, their mouths dropped, eyes wide open. I can feel you stab quickly over and over as you come. You stop but you're still a little hard so you continue to play with my clit until I start screaming, begging you not to stop. When my orgasm peaks you thrust hard one more time and I collapse back into your arms. The two guys pass by while we're still joined and breathing hard. They offer a foursome, but you wrap your arms around my breasts to keep them to yourself and shake your head no."

By the end of the fantasy , they were both breathing heavily and she could tell from the quiet grunting that he had come. She was relieved that he had gotten off.

"I'm going to go now Cali"

"Okay G. Happy Thanksgiving."

"Bye."

"Bye G."

End 12:09 am.

She hung up the phone and went back to her bedroom, pulling out the vibrator from the lower drawer of her night stand. She slipped her pajama bottoms down and cranked the vibrator up. She leaned back, letting the vibrations run through her body. In her mind she heard his voice lulling her, caressing her, making her come faster than she'd ever come before. She realized then, she had a crush on a voice.