Your Voice, My Hand - Sex Stories

Your Voice, My Hand

... the doctor and agreeing to try a new medication. The doctor cautioned that it would take some time to work, but in a few weeks, I was feeling better. I didn't give all the credit to the medicine, though. I always believed your friendship was the most important part of my recovery. We communicated via encrypted texts every day, with you often checking in to make sure I was okay. While I refrained from calling you, afraid I'd become a nuisance or, even worse, a disruption, you made a point to call me each night. I stayed up until midnight awaiting that call, for I knew you needed things to settle down at your house so you could retreat to your home office late in the evening in order to speak to me in private.

By mid-November, I felt far more like the person who had originally reached out to you in the spring. I was okay again, even well. And I was profoundly grateful for everything you'd done to help me, Paul. It was still hard for me to believe my illness hadn't driven you away. I knew I was becoming more than a little infatuated, my pulse racing every time I heard from you. But I craved your words, the sound of your voice. I loved making you laugh, and I realized how relieved you were that I was better. I was the one who crossed the invisible line between us, the one we'd been so careful to avoid. It happened on a Saturday evening; I was surprised you were able to call me so early.

"My wife's out of town," you said when I mentioned it was only eight o'clock my time. ...

... "She's traveling for work."

"I see." I tried to keep my voice neutral. I was still careful not to ask personal questions about your marriage. You and I chatted about what we'd done that day, and as we talked, I headed for my bedroom. I always enjoyed lying beneath my warm covers in the dark while listening to your voice. It made me feel as if we were in our own little world.

"What are you doing right now?" you asked.

"Um, I'm actually getting into bed. I know it's early, but I like to relax when we're talking."

"I definitely want you relaxed." I heard the grin in your voice. "You sound great, Justine. How are you feeling?"

"Really well," I said. "The meds seem to be working, and I feel... steady."

"I'm so glad, sweetheart. And the headaches have eased up?"

Headache was a common side effect of the medication, and I'd had a few since I started taking it. "Yep. I had one today, but I think it's because my period's coming. So I'm also a little crampy and a little horny." As soon as those words escaped my lips, my eyes widened in the darkness. I heard your surprised laugh. "I'm so sorry, Paul!" I hurried to say. "That was not appropriate."

"It's fine!" You still sounded a little flustered. "I had no idea periods could cause horniness."

"For me they do, which really makes no sense biologically, does it?" I mused. "But at that time of month, I end up masturbating like crazy." You were quiet for several seconds. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with me ...