Phone Sex with Anne: Last Time

Phone Sex with Anne: Last Time

Anne. Such a beautiful name. After our first phone sex, it did not stop there. We talked nearly every night for a few months. After the first couple of weeks, we started talking like we were lovers. Like me, she didn't want anyone from her family to know about us. So we had to be very careful when calling each other.

Each time we talked, it wasn't about doing phone sex all the time. Sure, a lot of times, we end up doing it anyway, but we talked about a lot of things too. All those months, we never went as far as revealing who we were.

One night, she asked me, "John, do you really like me?"

"Of course! I do like you." I answered.

She was quiet for… I can't even remember how long, then I heard her crying.

"Anne! Hey, baby, what's wrong? Bakit ka umiiyak?" I asked.

She didn't reply, instead, kept on crying. I thought I should wait. Finally, she said, "John, last night na natin ito ha. I am leaving early morning. Doon na ako titira sa US." She then continued crying again.

"ANO?" I heard her, but I… somehow, I think I refused to believe. I thought we had a good thing going on. Sure, we haven't met, but I had genuine affection for her.

Still sobbing, "John, sorry ha. Ngayon ko lang sinabi sa iyo. Parang ayaw ko ngang umalis, pero I have to."

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say, or even think. For minutes, I kept quiet. I listened to her cry, as my own tears rolled down.

Finally, I told her, "I wish I am with you now, so I could hold you, hug you."

"John, I want that too." She said.

It was wishful thinking. We have an unspoken rule. We will never reveal who were were, and what we have, we will leave it at that.

"John, make love to me, please." She whispers on the phone.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Here, sa sala." She answered.

I thought that was strange. We always talk when she was in her bedroom. It doesn't matter, though. It was the last time we were going to talk.

"Here, soft kisses for you. Ummm."

I heard her making kissing sounds and I did too. I imagined her on a sofa, I would be leaning back, Anne sitting on my side, leaning on me as I kissed her.

"Anne, I could kiss you forever! While I kiss you, I am going to touch your breasts. Alam mo naman na gustong gusto ko iyang malulusog na breasts mo, right?"

As bad as I felt about her leaving in a few hours, it felt good too, thinking about how I was kissing her, touching her breasts. As I think about that last night now, I remember something else – a strange feeling – and I can't find the right word to describe that feeling of what I was going to lose in a few hours.

"Anne, ipapasok ko ang kamay mo sa shirt mo. I want to touch your naked flesh. Ayan, dahan dahan lang, I am rubbing your breast now."

Anne started moaning. I love listening to her, and I can't stop as tears flowed once again. I will not hear that again.

"Anne, I am going to miss you." I said.

"John, me too. I will miss you talaga." She sobbed again and said, "Make love to me, John. Make me cum one last time."

All those months we talked and had phone sex, we tried to learn new things wherever we can, and we pretended we were doing it. That night, there was none of that. I just wanted her to come. I wasn't even thinking about myself.

"Anne, unbutton your shorts. Baba mo lang ng konti." I told her.

"I did na."

"Anne, I am rubbing you sa puson mo, then down to your pussy." I whispered to her.

"John! Ohhh… sige pa… I am so wet na!" She whimpered to me, partly due to her arousal, mostly because she was still crying.

"Anne, I am touching your pussy now. Ayan, rub ko muna ang fingers ko sa pussy hole mo."

"JOHN! Ohhh… ahhh… ang sarap! JOHN…"

I heard a sound. A dog barking. The familiar sound of my dog barking. I hear my dog in the garage barking, and I heard my dog barking on the telephone. Suddenly, I knew who she was. I knew who Anne was.

"JOHN! Keep going, please!" I heard Anne, but I was too shocked to even say something, or do something.

"John?" She calls my name.

Having recovered from my initial shock, I was about to say something when I heard her scream.

"AY SHIT!"

I wasn't even able to say anything and then she slammed down the phone.

Silence.

I was holding the phone, not understanding what had happened. I wanted to call her back, yet I didn't want to.

For a few hours after, I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. At 4am, the phone rang again.

"Hello?" I answered.

"John! I am so sorry! Nahuli ako ng tita ko last night!" She quickly whispers.

"Ha? Anong nangyari?" I asked.

"Pinagmumura niya ako. John. I will miss you so much. I have to go now. Baka makita uli ako ng tita ko. Goodbye, John."

"Anne! I will miss you too. I will miss you so much." I said – to a dead line.