Damaged (Gay Furry Story)

Untitled Part 23

(phone sex ahead)
(Ivann's POV)

His voice, though quiet, pierced right through me, right into my heart. I could tell, just by the sound of it, that I really hurt him.

My voice trembled and cracked as I spoke. "I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry for everything tonight. I'm sorry for ruining our date and I'm sorry for leaving you like I did... I-it all happened so quickly a-and I didn't know what else to do." I didn't know how to explain it, so I just kept on apologizing, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. I just want to know if you're okay."

"A little shaken, but, yeah, I think I'm okay. I was actually calling to see if you were upset with me running out on you?"

"I wasn't upset. Yes, I was hurt, but I was really more worried about you, though," he answered. "I thought maybe we went too far, and that I did something that scared you - God, I hope I did nothing to scare you," he said, with a crack in his voice.

"No, no, it wasn't you that scared me," I said, quickly, trying to get that thought out of his head. "It's just that, that sort of stuff is kind of new to me and I wasn't fully prepared for it to happen so fast."

"I guess we both weren't prepared for it to happen like it did," he said, with a little chuckle.

"Yeah," I agreed, with a smile.

"So, are you going to bed?"

"Yeah. I'm lying in it right now."

"Me too," he laughed, lightly. "Do you want me to hang up?" he asked, but didn't sound like he wanted to ask it.

"No," I answered, quickly. "Not yet."

He let out what sounded like a sigh of relief. After a moment of silence, he asked, quietly, "did you take care of yourself?"

"No," I answered, figuring he was asking if I jerked off.

"Do you want to?"

"What?" I gasped.

"Do you want to?" he repeated, just as quietly as he asked the first time.

"L-like phone sex?" I asked, nervously.

"Yeah," he answered on a breath.

"I don't know how to do it," I told him, a little embarrassed that I really didn't know how to have phone sex.

"It's easy. All you have to do is say what you are doing, what you are wearing and what you're thinking - think of it kind of as narrated sex," he explained. "Just don't overthink it or you'll derail the whole thing. Trust me, I know. It happened to me, my first time," he said, with a light laugh. "So, do you want to try it?" he asked, but didn't push it on me.

"O-okay, I'll try it. Just say what I'm doing and what I'm wearing and what I'm thinking," I said aloud to myself. "Okay, I'm gonna start," I told him as I switch on the speakerphone on my phone and sat it on the pillow next to me. "So, I'm in my bed and I'm under the covers," I began. "Um, all I'm wearing is some old flannel pajamas - oh God, I shouldn't have told you that, that's not hot at all."

"Ivann, you're overthinking it," his voice cut into my thoughts. "Besides, I'm sure they're really hot with you in them, right now," he said, in a husky whisper.

This was a new experience that I've never had; it was almost like he was right beside me, but not at the same time. There was a sort of closeness that I felt, a closeness that I feared I would never feel after what happened with my ex. My heart raced at the sound of his sexy whisper - he's never spoken to me like that before. His voice sent a shiver through my body, like it was crawling through my fur and permeating under my skin, touching every inch of my being.