The Caller 08 - a call for help - Sex Stories

The Caller 08 - a call for help

I stared at the phone. It's been an hour since I wrote an email to Missy, and I haven't heard back from her. She usually calls me back right away, and even though an hour didn't seem like a terribly long time, it was unlike her to not reply. I was sitting in my office, not really doing anything except stare at the phone and the wall across from it, a million different feelings rushing through me all at the same time. Thinking back at my "date" with Kaylee the night before, I suddenly had conflicting emotions. It all seemed perfectly normal and easy at the time, but in hindsight, it got crazier the more I was thinking about it. What were you thinking, I told myself. Meeting a girl that could be your daugther, asking her to fuck you in your car on a parking lot, where anyone could've seen you... Jesus Christ, Jocelyn, where was all that coming from? And then, THEN you even come up to two complete strangers and forcibly seduce them into sex with you and your new girlfriend... Fucking hell. While I marveled at my own courage and briskness, the afterglow of last night's encounters nonetheless started to arouse me again and while my legs involuntarily pressed tighter together, making my pussy tingle just a little bit more, my mind still called me a reckless, stupid and dangerous whore. God, I needed Missy to sort all this out. When the phone finally rang, I almost got a heart attack. "God, I'm so glad you called," I answered it, my hands shaking. "I... I'm glad to hear you too," ...

... I heard Kaylee say on the other end. "Oh," I replied, pausing for a moment. Damn, I didn't expect to hear from her. Trying to get my thoughts in order and regain my composure, I finally said: "So... how are you?" She sighed. "Not so good, to be honest," she answered. "Well, I... my mom saw us drive off together and when I got back home, she started all these questions, who you are, if I'm gay, and so finally I said, 'so what if I am'?" Her voice broke up and she paused for a minute, and when she continued, it sounded like she was choking back some tears. "I... anyway, I think I need a place to stay, at least for a while, and maybe a job, and since you're..." she paused again, and I could hear her take a deep breath. "I mean, you're doing that, right? Helping people find homes? I was wondering if you could help me find one." I sunk into my chair, playing absently with a strain of hair. "As a sisterhood, we'll always be there for one another," I said quietly, repeating the fifth rule I had set up just the night before, more to myself than to her. I don't know if she heard me or not, but all I heard was her breathing over the phone. "Alright," I said finally. "Can you come over to my office..." I asked, then remembered that she didn't have a car. "Ah. Nevermind, I'll pick you up in... an hour? Two? How much time do you need?" She sounded like she wasn't sure herself. "Uh, an hour is alright," she said. "I... should I bring my stuff?" I shrugged. "Yeah, bring a few things," I ...