Edward ushered me in ahead of him and turned on the light.

It was a small studio apartment, immaculate, with very few personal objects. He took me to the sofa and then settled himself on the other end and looked at me.

“What?” I asked, smoothing my hair, wondering if I looked worse to him out of the dim light of the bar.

“I'm really into calling 900 numbers,” he said. “I think I'm almost addicted to phone sex.”

I was curious. “What's it like?” I asked. “I've never called one.”

“I don't talk to the same girl, but I always get off, listening,” he said.

I felt myself growing aroused, wetness dampening my panties. I thought for a moment, then said, “Do you have a second phone I could listen in on?” He handed me the phone, retrieved another from the floor, and punched in a number. I lifted my receiver, and when he nodded I pressed the TALK button on my handset.

The woman's voice was low and husky, exactly how I would talk if I were working a sex line. I knew her goal was to keep Edward on as long as possible, and she did a good job, starting slow, asking him his name, describing herself for him, then asking his fantasy.

“Two women,” he said immediately.

“Oh,” she purred. “Me and — do you have someone in mind?”

“I do,” he said, and he moved closer to me on the sofa. He was gripping the phone with one hand, while he began stroking his fingers up and down my thighs with the other.

“What's her name?”

“Amanda.”

“Pretty name. Is she a pretty girl?”

“Spectacular,” he said, his mouth away from the phone, his lips against my ear as he spoke.

“What do you see us doing?” she asked.

“Why don't you tell me?” Edward suggested, now being more forward, cradling the phone against his shoulder and sliding both hands under my skirt. I trembled as his fingertips met my naked thighs, and swallowed hard as he dragged his thumb down the sopping-wet seam of my panties.

“I see us in a tub,” she said, “a bubble bath. Do you like that?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” Edward murmured, to keep her going.

“The three of us soaping each other all over,” she said.

“I like that,” Edward said, then looked at me and mouthed the words, “Do you like it?” I nodded.

His fingers traveled up to the top of my panties, then he slid them down my thighs and off. The woman was still talking, but I could hardly concentrate on what she was saying. Edward knelt on the floor between my thighs and set the phone down while he moved forward to taste me. I spread my legs wide and tried to stifle the moans I so wanted to let loose.

She was still describing the scene for us: “Your girlfriend is sitting on the edge of the tub, Edward. Her pussy needs to be shaved. Do you want to shave it or should I?”

I tapped Edward's shoulder, wanting him to pick up the phone and talk, but he shook his head, the movement spiraling me into bliss as his whiskers tickled my outer lips. “You talk,” he murmured.

“This is Amanda,” I said. “Could you shave me? Edward's a bit busy — ”

“Of course, darling. What color fur do you have down there?”

“Red,” I said, sighing as Edward tugged gently on my curls.

“Pretty,” she said. “I'm going to shave it all away — make you nice and clean for your man. I'm dying to taste you, but I want you bare before I give you my tongue. Would you like to be all nice and clean for me?”

I mumbled something, and she kept talking. Between Edward's magic tongue in my pussy and the sexy, hypnotic voice on the phone, I felt transported. As I neared orgasm, I shoved the phone toward Edward.

“Rita?” he said. “It's been a pleasure. We'll call you again, soon.”

And as he hung up, I said, “Next time you'll listen while I work on you.” Edward just smiled, letting me know that would be just fine.