Face the Music II

Oh my god, it feels so good to lie down.

That rehearsal today was brutal… Still need to go over my solo a few more times… Oh, shit, and the timing on that opening allegro is so weird. Definitely need to… work on that some more.

Three days until the show… which means rehearsals have been, and will continue to be, non-stop…

And you not being here is making it even worse. We used to have so much fun during these ‘hell weeks’ before performances. I miss getting crappy coffee at the cart down the street from the symphony hall. And going to Shanghai Café after late-night rehearsals like we used to.

Playing music without you just isn’t the same. Kevin, our new pianist, he’s great. But… he and I just don’t ‘click’ the way you and I do. We don’t have the same chemistry when we play.

I miss you. I can’t wait to join you in Chicago. I’ve still got to finish out the season here, wait for the lease on my apartment to end, find a new job in Chicago… but it’ll be so worth it when we can finally live together… be together…

Speak of the devil…

“Hey, you.”

“Hi.”

My stomach flutters and I pull my duvet up to my chin, phone in hand. Seeing your face every night is the one thing keeping me going through these hellishly long days.

“How’s it going? I’m surprised you’re not still in rehearsal.”

“Urgghh…”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yep. It’d be better if you were here suffering with me…”

“Deep breaths, babe. Just a few more days till opening night.”

“Mmm, yeah. And then I get to see you.”

Going long-distance hasn’t been easy for us, but we’ve made it work. We see each other once a month, but it’s just not the same as being with you all the time.

I still expect to see you seated at the piano when I get to the symphony hall. Still expect to find you waiting for me after I pack up my violin. Uggghhh, the move to Chicago can’t come soon enough.

“Another two months and… that’s it. We’ll be done with this long-distance stuff.”

“Yeah. I really miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

You’re lying in bed in your new apartment, shirtless, your hair all messy and cute. Fuck… I just wish I could touch you. Wish I could be lying there next to you.

I tuck my arm over the sheets and watch your eyes narrow and your lips twitch a little as you look at me. I may have worn this tiny tank top without a bra knowing full well you were going to be FaceTiming me tonight.

“Nice pajamas.”

“Mmm, thanks.”

“You know… I was thinking about you earlier… about… that first night in the symphony hall, when we—”

“Thinking?”

“Okay, yeah, caught me. I was… fantasizing… about that night.”

You tilt your phone down, showing me your bare chest, down all the way to your boxers. You softly grab at your crotch with your free hand.

“Yeah? Fantasizing and… touching yourself?”

I pull the duvet down and tilt the phone so you can see my whole body.

Your eyes darken as you see that I’m only wearing a pair of black panties.

“Yeah… there was, uh, a bit of touching. Fuck… I wish I was there…”

I trace my fingers up my thigh, between my legs, over the waistband of my underwear. I can see you getting hard already.

“I wish you were here, too… But until then? You’re just gonna have to watch…”

Your chest rises and falls, and your hand grips tighter around your cock. You slide your hand under your boxers and start stroking yourself…

“Yeah? Well, same goes for you, too.”

Obviously, nothing compares to the real thing, but phone sex has been pretty fun for us lately. Listening to each other masturbate, controlling vibrators through our phones, sending dirty texts throughout the day.

God, I can’t even begin to think how hot the sex will be when I finally see you on Saturday night.

I slide my own hand beneath my underwear and inch towards my clit.

“Tell me what you were thinking about…”

“I, uh, I was… I was thinking about… your neck. Your jaw… that little dip in your collarbone where you love being kissed.”

“Yeah…? Keep going…”

“I was imagining what I would do if I was with you tonight. I think I’d sit you between my legs… your back up against my chest. Run my fingers up and down your arms… kiss your neck slow and gentle…”

“I know everywhere you like to be touched… every spot on your body that gets you turned on. And my breath would be tickling your neck as I drag my fingers down your thighs… up to your hips. Just trying to show you how badly I’ve missed you… how much I’ve wanted you.”

I keep the camera fixed on me, as I lift my hips and slide my underwear down my legs. You… God, you’re so good at working me up. At making me feel special.

I move my phone down my stomach, lower… Down to my pussy. I spread my legs for you to see how wet I’m getting.

“Ohhh… God, you look so good. I miss that pussy so much…”

“Keep talking to me…”

“I’d… fuck… I’d reach around and just brush my fingers over your breasts… your nipples… just lightly at first… squeezing and pinching them until they start to get nice and hard for me. And with my other hand… I’d slowly slip between your folds… and start stroking your clit… ”

You pull down your boxers to your knees and your cock springs out, hard and ready.

You stroke yourself with long, slow movements.

“Yeah…?”

“Yeah… I’d stroke your clit so slow… teasing you… building you up for me, driving you crazy. Brushing my fingers over your pussy. And you’d be writhing up against me… and I wouldn’t stop until your thighs shake and you’re begging me to fuck you…”

“Oh my god… that’s hot…”

I slide my fingers through my folds, touching myself, just like you described.

“And you’d be begging for me… your whole body just sinking into me. And my dick is pulsing in my hands…”

“Yeah? And then you’d fuck me?”

“Fuck… yeah, I’d climb on top of you, push your legs apart… and go in you so slow… you’d beg me to go deeper, to totally fill you up. And your hands would tighten around my shoulders and squeeze me up against you… as hard as you can…”

Your eyes are dark, almost closed as you watch me masturbate. I love watching you get more turned on, stroking yourself just for me. And I’m touching myself just for you… Fuck, I need more.

“Fuck me, baby… Please…”

“I’d fuck you with… long, slow thrusts… keeping you close… and you’d writhe and arch your back… pulling me in further…”

My toes curl into the mattress… I look so needy in the camera’s reflection. I’m getting desperate… I might need to get out the dildo.

“Babe, wait—wait a second. I gotta grab the dildo.”

“Okay.”

I open my bedside drawer, grab a bottle of lube, and rub the shaft up and down. My hands are trembling. I need to feel filled up, now.

I squeeze a little extra lube into my hands and rub it across my folds, down to my entrance.

“That’s it… touch yourself for me. Make yourself feel good.”

I take the dildo and tease the head over my clit. I trace its tip over my entrance… Your hand tightens around your cock and you stroke faster.

“You want to watch me fuck myself?”

“You know I do…”

Slowly, I… ease it inside me…

It fills me… stretches me open. My pussy feels so full as I takes it in, inch by inch. Oh my god… ohhh, I love the feeling of my walls tightening and squeezing.

You bite your lips as you watch it slowly sink inside me.

“Ahh yeah, there you go… Does that feel good?”

“Feels so good…”

“Fuck yourself for me, baby… Imagine it’s me fucking you.”

Your palm moves faster and faster around your cock.

I slide the dildo in and out… my pussy squeezes hard around it… and relaxes…

My eyes lock onto yours through the camera. I’ve watched you touch yourself in front of me before. When we’ve been together.

I push at the base of the dildo, pushing it in deeper. Inch by inch, until it’s all the way inside, and out again.

There’s a look of desperation on your face. You stroke faster, faster. You’re getting close to cumming, it looks like.

“You look so hot… fuck yourself exactly how you want it…”

I rock my hips, meeting the slow, deliberate rhythm of the dildo.

“Yeah… yeah, just like that… fill me up. Fill me up, right there.”

“Ohhh god, keep going, keep going…”

I fuck myself faster… faster… and press the dildo against my clit as I fuck myself…

“I’m… fuck, I’m close… I’m so close…”

I watch you try to steady your breath as you relax into the bed. Your hand is still wrapped around your cock and I can see cum leaking out over your fingers.

You turn to look at the camera. At me.

“Mmm…”

“You made a little mess, huh?”

“Oh, yeah, hold on.”

You grab a tissue from the bedside table and clean yourself up. You flash me that goofy grin you always get after sex or when you know you’re trying to get a rise out of me.

“That was great… it’ll just barely tide me over until I see you, though.”

“Yeah, me too. Just a little while longer…”

“Just a little while.”