The Forbidden Phone Call

By Brea Lynn

Brea collapsed onto her bed, spent from a grueling day of classes and then a shift at the campus coffee shop. The semester was winding down, and with it came a tidal wave of assignments and projects. As exhaustion claimed her, she pulled back the covers and prepared for a much-needed early night’s rest.

Just as sleep began to claim her, her phone rang, shattering the tranquility. Glancing at the display, she saw it was an unidentified number. Probably a wrong call, she figured, and let it go to voicemail.

A few minutes later, the same number rang again. This time, Brea answered, thinking it might be a friend checking in.

“Hey, Lea? Where are you?” Brea asked, her voice groggy.

There was a long pause before a slurred, high-pitched giggle reached her ear. “Oh my god, Brea… I’m so sorry, but I think I dialed the wrong number…”

Brea’s brow furrowed in confusion. The voice sounded like Lea all right, but her friend rarely sounded so drunk. “Lea, are you okay? What’s going on?”

Lea let out a low moan, followed by the sound of rustling fabric. “Brandon, I mean, Brea… I’m so sorry, babe. I was just talking to… never mind. You don’t wanna hear this.”

Brea’s curiosity piqued. “Actually, I think I do. You’re not making any sense, Lea. What’s going on?”

There was a pause, filled with heavy breathing and the creaking of a bed. Then Lea whispered, “I’m fingering myself, okay? I’m really turned on… I think I might be in love with you, Brea.”

Brea’s jaw dropped. She’d had no idea her friend harbored such feelings. “Lea, stop. This isn’t right. You’re drunk, and we’re friends, nothing more.”

Lea continued, her voice rising in pitch. “But I feel so much for you, Brea. When we cuddle on the couch, watching Netflix… I want to kiss you. I want to make love to you.”

Brea felt her face heat up, torn between shock and a growing sense of arousal. The erotic images Lea painted in her mind were impossible to ignore. “Lea, please… we can’t talk about this now.”

Lea’s moans grew louder, punctuated by the sound of slick fingers gliding over heated flesh. “Oh, Brea… I’m so close… I wish it was your fingers inside me… I wish you were the one making me come…”

Brea covered her ears, trying to block out the explicit sounds, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened, and a dampness spread between her thighs. Lea’s confession stirred something deep within her, a forbidden desire she’d never acknowledged.

Just as Lea reached her peak with a muffled scream, Brea ended the call, her mind reeling. She tossed and turned, trying to ignore the burning need between her legs, the wanton thoughts Lea’s confession had awakened.

As dawn broke, Brea finally drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with Lea’s moans and the illicit thrill of their forbidden desire. She knew she’d have to confront this new reality when she woke, but for now, she succumbed to the heavy embrace of sleep and the lingering heat of forbidden longing.