Late Night Helpline

Rated R

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"Sweetheart now that we have you listening...

Put your hands on your waist."

"What?"

"Like a superhero, except feel them. Hold your waist. Slide them down until- what are you wearing?"

"I'm wearing pajama pants and a loose tee shirt."

"Lie down on your bed. Make sure its dark."

"I've got only the light of the moon."

"Slide your hands down until you've reached the hem of your shirt. You wearing other than that shirt and pants?"

"No."

"Good. Slowly peel off your shirt until you've almost exposed yourself."

It was weird. And exhilarating. I didn't know what it was going to feel like but this energy in my veins was wrecking me. Not to mention that my vulva felt like someone injected that numbing agent from the dentists object into them. Why was I excited? I was taking off my shirt for gods sake- I do this all the time.

My breathing matched his. I wondered what he was doing. "Now imagine my hands are follwing your tee shirt, nails lightly scratching you tummy and pulling up your shirt up and over your head." I removed my shirt with that image in mind. Shit. What am I doing.

"What are you doing?" He chuckles and I find a sliver of something hot and wet slashes up from my belly button. What in the world... "I'm lying down shirtless on my bed. Alone. With only city and lights and ths occasional car disrupting the night. My hand is currently resting on abdominals. Wondering what it would feel like to meet you chest to chest."

My mouth runs dry. "And next?"

"And next I observe you like a delicate masterpiece. How beautiful you are. How I'd love to do many things to ravish you all at once and how to start."

"How would you start?"

*Third Person POV*

Several blocks away a nervous teenage boy grips the phone tighly in his hand. He's got the girl of his dreams panting on the phone. Jeez, you'd think he'd have a raging boner by now. But while his heart and brain said one thing- his penis didn't agree.

He was ready to scream in anger. But if something was to work- this was it. Maybe he'd get some sleep. Maybe he'd feel a bit normal. "I'd grab your waist... put you hands on your waist sweetheart. Feel my hands and the heat and weight and the sound of my heart beating."

Honestly he'd never done this before either. But he's read a lot of books and he wasn't afraid. The only thing he was afraid of was of this not working... and Dean running away from him.

"My hands would make their way from your waist and glide down to your hips. I push you closer to me. I'd nibble on your ear and kiss down your jaw line. I'd lick until I found that sweet spot on your neck."

She lets out an audible gasp. Holy shit what am I even doing. I just. Every thought I ever had left me. "Um." I clear my throat. "I'd grind my hips onto yours hard in a single push."

A strangled sound came out of her. I don't even know what to call it. "I'd glide hands up from your waist to you breasts." My breath almost caught in my throat. I'm actually doing this. My hand trails down from my chest down underneath the waistband of my boxers.

"I'd probably stop and stare in amazement at the simple fact that I'm touching you. You'd be putty under my hands." She sighs. "I'd apply a little weight just to see what it did to you. I'd push my hands towards your shoulders and up your arms relishing the softness. I'd grip your wrists above your head. And dip my mouth towards your chest.

I'd lick around your nipple. You'd taste sweet..."

Back in that lonely heated room Dean hand her hands twisting her nipples. She had never touched her nipples with the indication of pleasure. But she panting. And she wanted it.

Every thing was new. These feelings and emotions. All those times she was teased because - "what guy would want a girl who could easily pass as his best friend." "you can't pretend you weren't born with a dick." "you don't have to stay in the closet, everyone knows you're a lesbian."

Now she felt- now she felt feminine. She didn't feel like that powerless undesired little girl who tried to hide from the world. Now she understood why teenagers were at it so hard. It was... nice. And all she was doing was talking to a guy and touching her boobs. What in the world really...

"And.. and then what?"

"Sweetheart?" She groaned. She's starting to like it when he calls her that. "I'm going to need you to slither your hands down towards your pants."

She complies, frustrated.

"Teasingly remove them. Down your long legs.. close your eyes... and lie back down with your legs spread."

*First Person POV*

I was burning. I felt like if someone touched me I'd blow. "Take your hand and place it on your clit." My thoughts scattered. My heart beat with the rhythm 'I can't believe I'm doing this'. My hand obeyed.

"Rub, circles." My other hand grabs for the phone and takes it off speaker phone. I place the phone by my ear. My eyes stay shut. "What- what are you doing."

"I'm holding myself." There wasn't a doubt in my mind about what he was talking about. "I'm thinking of how you must look spread eagled touching yourself like that and I-" he groans "- I'm holding myself and... jerking off."

A bubble of laughter rises from my throat. He laughs too. "Sorry I don't know how else to put it."

"How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good actually. I've got a boner, which is new." I laugh again. "How about getting rid of it?"

"Well that's the plan. So sweetheart...

Are you touching yourself?" His voice drops down a couple octaves.

"Yes."

"Now imagine that was me. With my tongue. I'd grip your hips and spread you as far as you went and lick you until your head was hitting the pillow begging for something." My fingers dipped on their own accord to my wetness.

It was actually really wet. I didn't understand why. "Just over and over I'd plunge my tongue down-"

I couldn't really hear him anymore. I was moaning. I actually was. My knees bent and my hips were circling following the movement of my hand. I bit my lip.

He kept talking. I didn't really hear what he said so much as I heard his voice. And I just.. flew away.

I shattered into pieces.

Several blocks away a teenage boy finally went to sleep.