The phone ringing near midnight on a Tuesday night is rarely a good thing. My caller ID showed that it was an old friend of mine named Elena. We were close at one point but it had been nearly two years since we last spoke. Elena likes to drink, so I figured she’d had a few and was in a reminiscing mood.

“Hey Elena, long time no speak.”

“Were you sleeping?”

“No, I’m in bed but still awake. Getting caught up on some work emails.”

“I know who you are.”

“Um, of course…we’ve been friends for like ten years.”

“GreyMatter, on Lush.”

I froze as a wave of panic came over me.

“I don’t…” I started my denial.

“Stop. I know it’s you.”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Are you drunk?”

Elena laughed and ignored my question.

“Don’t you remember telling me about your first girlfriend, Melissa?”

“Yeah. What does this have to do with anything?”

“Well, a guy named GreyMatter on Lush has a bunch of stories about a guy named Grey and his first girlfriend Melissa. It seems you left out a lot of details when you told me about her.”

“I've never heard of Lush,” I said pretending I wasn’t a lifetime Platinum member. “What are you even talking about?”

“He’s also got a series about a girl named Summer.”

“I’ve never had a girlfriend named Summer.” I’m sure that she could tell how defensive I was sounding.

“No, but you were with Amber for what, four years? Isn’t her middle name Summer?”

She had me dead to rights and she knew it. Elena and Amber – the girl I called Summer in my last series – weren’t exactly friends, but they knew each other more than just casually. Amber used to go to the club where Elena worked, and more than once she brought a guy home from there. Elena and I weren’t friends at the time, but when we became friends I always wondered what Elena thought of me knowing that Amber had cheated on me while we were together, but obviously could never ask her about it.

“Elena, I think you’ve had too much to drink. Why don’t I let you go and we can get caught up tomorrow?”

“Just admit it.”

“Admit what? You’re not making sense.” I’m sure by the sound of my voice she could tell that I was on the verge of having an anxiety attack.

“A guy named Grey writing stories about the two of the most significant relationships in his life, one with a girl named Melissa and the other with a girl named Summer. And here I am talking to a guy named Grey whose first girlfriend was named Melissa and his second girlfriend was named Amber Summer. That’s a pretty strange coincidence, don’t you think?”

“I mean…I don’t know. Maybe someone knows me and wrote stories about me?”

“I don’t think so. I didn’t just read all of your stories, I also read all of the comments and all of your replies. Want me to go over all the little clues there that point directly to you?”

“Well, if these stories are being written by someone who knows me then they’d know whatever it is that you’re talking about too.”

“Grey, stop. I know it’s you.”

“It isn’t. Yes, I had a girlfriend named Melissa and Amber’s middle name is Summer but I was never a cuckold.”

I fucked up. I realized it as soon as the word left my mouth.

“Ha! I didn’t say that they were cuckold stories! I knew it was you! I knew it!” Elena was laughing drunkenly as I tried to explain myself.

“I didn’t know they were cuckold stories, I was just, uh, I’ve been looking this guy up as we’ve been talking, and uh…”

Elena wasn’t even listening to me and was still laughing.

“Whatever is going on here, I don’t know anything about it.”

“Tell me about it.”

“About what?”

“Geez, would you stop denying it? I know it’s you ok? Don’t be bashful now. You shared your shit with strangers on the internet and you won’t even talk to me about it?”

If there was one thing I knew about Elena, it was that she wasn’t going to let up. I couldn’t just hang up on her. If she got mad, she might spread things around and I needed to know if she’d told anyone else. As horrible as this was, I was grateful that out of all the people I knew it was Elena who figured things out. She has a past of her own. I only know bits and pieces of it, but what I know would make most people blush. I hoped that having been through some of her own things she’d be more understanding. My best option was damage control.

“Have you told anyone else?”

“No, and I won’t. I promise. I just want to know more about it.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Are you still doing this?”

“No. It’s been a long time. I’ve just been writing those stories to figure out a way to process all the things I’ve been through. I haven’t added a new chapter in years because I got to a point where writing about what happened…it’s just tough. There are things I’m struggling to write, but I don’t want to change anything or write anything if it’s not true. I have a whole other relationship that I want to talk about too, but I don’t want to start writing about that until I wrap up the Summer series but I just haven’t been able to get it out of me.”

“You need to. You really need to get back to it.”

“I will. One day.”

I didn’t get the sense that Elena was satisfied with that reply, but she moved on.

“I can’t believe you did all of that stuff, but it’s super hot, like for real. And they’re all true?”

“Basically, yeah. The events are all true, but sometimes I have to fictionalize the circumstances to make it flow like a story. None one wants to hear about all the times we went grocery shopping, they just want to read the good stuff, and that’s what I need to get off my chest. In real life sometimes weeks went by without anything interesting happening, so I left all that stuff out and had to figure out how to connect things. Some of that part is made up.”

“You know what’s funny?” she asked before continuing. “I’m not surprised that Amber was into this, she was a cock hound back in the day, but in a million years I never would have guessed you were into this. I always knew there was something different about you. Every guy I knew tried to fuck me, and I fucked most of them, but not you. Never you. I friend-zoned you and you never even tried to get out of it.”

When we met Elena was a bartender at a nightclub, a different one from where she knew Amber, that I used to hang out at. All of the bartenders were beautiful women, and Elena was easily the best-looking of them all. She was originally from Russia and still had a very mild accent. She’s a tall, statuesque woman with long black hair, nice boobs, pouty lips, and an ass to die for. She’s in her late thirties but looks much younger. If she told you that she was thirty, you’d believe her without question. At the club, she got phone numbers from a-list celebrities and professional athletes all the time. A few years back we were drinking and ended up prank-calling an Academy Award-winning actor because she had a picture on her phone of her hand that he wrote his phone number on.

“We were friends. I didn’t want to mess that up.”

“Bullshit!” She said with a laugh. “Nah, these experiences messed with you. I practically threw myself at you and you didn’t make a move. Remember that one night like seven or eight years ago at the Swirl Lounge where I was flirting hard with you, teasing, making eyes? Then after closing we were standing on the sidewalk out front and I told you that I fuck all my friends?”

“Yeah.”

“That was your chance. You had to know it, but you just stood there and offered to call me a cab.”

“You were drunk.”

“It actually fucked with my head that you turned me down. No one had ever said no to me. I convinced myself that you were gay, even though I didn’t think that you were, but it was the only thing that made sense to me. Until now. I was haunted by that shit.”

“I thought it was just something you said when you were drunk.”

“So why didn’t you do it? Was it because you’re a super nice guy and you didn’t want to fuck me because I was drunk, or was it because you have a little dick and were afraid to go for it?”

“Elena, I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Don’t be shy now, everything is in your stories and you told me that they were all true, so let’s hear it.”

“I'd never take advantage of anyone who'd been drinking.”

“And if I wasn’t drunk?”

“You’re an intimidating woman. You have to know that.”

“I do, and that’s why this fucked me up so much. Just so you know, I decided earlier that night, before I even had a single drink, that I was going to fuck you that night. I figured it was time and I wanted to give you a chance. When you shot me down it hit my ego in a way that it had never been hit before. Ever since I was a teenager every guy I knew wanted to fuck me, then you came along and you’re all like ‘Nah, no thanks, I’m gonna pass on that pussy’. I’d just turned thirty suddenly and for the first time ever, a guy didn’t want to fuck me and my world crashed. You made me feel old and unattractive.”

“Elena, you’re stunningly beautiful. I was just scared.”

“Have you ever thought about fucking me? Tell the truth.”

“You know every guy probably has.”

“I wasn’t asking about every guy. I’m asking about you.”

“Sure. I’ve thought about it.”

“Have you thought about me while you jerked off?”

“Elana, this is crazy.”

“Answer the question.”

“I’m sure you know the answer.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

“Probably.”

“Probably or yes?”

“Yes.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it? I got off reading your stories. More than a few times.”

“Really?”

“I told you that they were hot. I didn’t just randomly find them. I was looking for cuckold stuff. It’s sexy.”

“Have you ever…”

“No,” she cut me off before I could even finish my sentence. “I want to. I’d love to.”

The tone of our conversation had slowly changed. Elena somehow seemed less drunk, or at least less giggly, and my anxiety had come way down to the point where I almost felt comfortable. Speaking with her reminded me why I started writing my stories in the first place. It felt good to get these things off my chest.

“Are you with someone now?” I asked.

“Sort of, we do our own thing, but always end up together. He’s a real man though, I could never cuck him. He’s not like you at all. You’d like him though, he’s a black guy and sexy as fuck.”

I knew that Elena had fucked around with black guys in the past, but she could never openly date one because her family was old school and dead set against interracial relationships. She was expected to marry a Russian guy, or – as a last resort – someone of another European descent. Black guys, or anyone else for that matter, were out of the question.

“And your parents are ok with that?”

“They don’t know about him. That’s what got me thinking about cuckolding, and a few Google searches later I found your stories.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

“I think you’d like Anthony. He’s tall, athletic, super fit, and he’s got a huge cock.”

“Uh, he sounds great, I guess.”

“He is,” she said mischievously. “And he fucks me so good Grey,” her voice was getting softer. “He can have my pussy whenever he wants it. I’m such a slut for his cock.” Call me clueless, but I didn’t pick up on where she was going with this.

“Lucky guy.”

“No, it’s not luck. He deserves it. Luck was me giving you a chance. Guys like Anthony get it when they want it.”

The way she was talking and the images that she was putting in my head were having an effect on me and I started to get hard.

“Are you still in bed?”

“Yes.”

“Are you hard?”

“I’m getting there,” I laughed trying to make it a joke.

“Good. I want you to start stroking it for me. On one condition.”

“What’s that?” It didn’t matter what it was, I was going to do whatever she wanted me to do.

“I want you to write a story about tonight.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely.”

“Ok.”

“Start stroking but go slow.”

What started off as a terrifying phone call was now going in an unexpected direction and I really couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Does it excite you knowing that I’m fucking a black guy?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to watch him fuck me?”

“Yes.” I was already having trouble speaking.

“I bet you would. He fucks me so good and I love taking his big black cock. I’d love for you to see us. He’s so strong and powerful, he throws me around in bed and I just let him do whatever he wants to me. I’m such a slut for him. I beg for his cock. Has a woman ever begged for your cock?”

“No.”

“Aww, poor baby. Still stroking?”

“Yes.”

“Well, don’t cum yet. We’re just getting started.”

“I won’t…” I could barely talk. “I won’t cum without your permission,” I managed to spit out.

“Good boy.”

Elena waited for a few moments, maybe listening to my hard breathing as I stroked for her before she continued.

“Do you know what I’d love to do with you? Not fuck you. My pussy is off-limits to you. You had your chance. Only guys like Anthony get to fuck me. No more pity fucks for friends.”

“What do you want to do with me?” I couldn’t wait to find out.

“I’d want you to come over to my place before Anthony came over and help me get ready for him. Would you like that?”

“Yes.” I had to slow down, I was almost ready to cum.

“Mmmm, good.” She let out a little moan and I wondered if she was touching herself too.

“You’d have to be in chastity. I don’t want you around me unless you’re locked up.”

“I do that for you.”

“Good. The first thing that I’d want you to do when you got here is strip naked. I want you to be naked in front of me while I’m still fully clothed. I’d need to inspect your little dick in chastity, and I’d want your key so that I could wear it around my neck when Anthony is fucking me.”

“I’d put my key on a necklace for you to wear.”

“Then I’d lead you to my bedroom. This is where I take men to fuck them, but not you. I won’t be fucking you. You’re here so that another man, a real man, can enjoy my body.”

Fighting the urge to cum, I was barely touching myself now.

“I don’t deserve to be in your bedroom, but I’m grateful and want to do what I can so that you’ll have a good night with Anthony.”

“You’d have to help pick out my outfit. Not my dress. Anthony is going to rip my clothes off as soon as he gets here so that doesn’t matter. I need you to pick out what lingerie I should wear for him. If you were the kind of man who could fuck me, how would you want to see me?”

Elena was breathing harder now and I knew that she was touching herself.

“I’d want to see you in stockings, black stockings with a garter belt. High heels would show how long your legs are, so I’d pick out a nice pair for you. I’d find a bra and panty set that matched your stockings, and lay everything out on your bed for your approval.”

“My pussy is so fucking wet right now. Because of you, but not for you. It’s wet for Anthony. Tell me what happens next.”

“I’d want you to be clean and fresh for Anthony, so I’d suggest a shower. I’d help you undress if you’d allow me to see you naked?”

“I would, but only because your cock is locked up. I hope seeing me naked makes you ache for me.”

“It would. I’d hate it because it would hurt so much, but for the rest of my life I’d know what you looked like naked so the pain would be worth it.”

Another longer moan escaped Elena’s lips.

“I’d take you to your bathroom and run the shower for you, waiting with a towel in hand until you were finished, then bring you back to your bedroom to dry you off.  I’d have you stand while I ran the towel over your body, making sure that you were dry. If you looked down, you’d see my cock straining against my cage. I think you’d love knowing how desperately I wanted you while you denied me. I’d ask you to sit on the edge of your bed while I began to put your stockings on…”

“No,” she said with a quivering voice. “I want you to eat my pussy before I get dressed.”

I nearly came when she said those words. “Elena, I’m going to come.”

“No. Not yet. You’re not allowed to,” she said with force. “Eat my pussy.”

I had to stop stroking before I continued, even one more pump would have caused me to erupt.

“I’d ask you to sit on the edge of your bed as I kneeled before you. Seeing your full body naked in front of me has my caged cock aching for you. I do anything to fuck you, but I know tonight is for Anthony. I’d gently encourage you to lean back as I used my hands to guide your legs open.”

Elena was moaning and whimpering now. I wasn’t even touching myself, but the sounds she was making and the image I had of her doing it in my head were keeping me on a torturous edge.

“I’d start at your inner thighs by your knees and begin kissing my way up your legs, alternating with each kiss, and spreading them further apart as I made my way towards my reward. Seeing the folds of your pussy bloom would be too much for me and precum would leak from my cage. I want to fuck you so badly it hurts. I’d kiss around your pussy, building the anticipation.”

Elena’s moans were much louder now and I wasn’t even sure if she was still listening to me or not. I began stroking myself again. I was hard and ready to cum within seconds.

“I’d use the flat of my tongue and give your pussy a single lick from top to bottom before returning to gentle kisses. I’d use the fingers on my left hand to spread your lips and slide my tongue into your opening, caressing your folds with my tongue, and with my right hand, I’d apply a little pressure to help expose your clit. I’d give it soft kisses and teasing licks before…”

I tried continuing my story, but Elena was in her own world so I listened to her sweet sounds as I pumped my cock.

In less than a minute, Elena panted out, “Are you ready to cum? I want you to cum with me.”

I was dying to cum and let her know.

“Get ready…ready…ready…oh my God, oh my God…oh…oh…my...oh…now…now…cum now!”

We were almost in perfect sync. As I heard her in the throws of her orgasm, a giant load, followed by a few smaller loads of cum shot into the air, landing on my stomach. I hadn’t cum that hard in years. While my orgasm ended in just a few seconds, Elena’s seemed to be more drawn out and my ears will never hear anything more beautiful than what they heard in those moments.

The two of us lay in silence. I was too afraid to speak and I think Elena just needed some time to recover. Eventually, she spoke up.

“Holy shit,” she said with surprise.

“Was that good?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“Holy shit.”

I had to laugh.

“Can you hang on a minute?”

Elena put her phone down and I used the time to grab some paper towel to wipe the cum off my stomach. She returned a couple of minutes later sounding more composed.

“Did you cum?” she asked.

“Yes, hard. But I don’t think as hard as you did.”

“What the fuck Grey, what did we just do?” Elena couldn’t help but laugh as she asked.

“I didn’t see this happening when you called me, but it was great.”

“You know this doesn’t mean anything right?”

“Yeah, of course.” I had no expectations but was still slightly disappointed.

“I get all of this now. Like I really get it. It’s so fucking hot. I had to clean up and change my panties. They were soaked.”

An odd sense of pride came over me. “Well, that was my life for fifteen years or so, on and off anyway. My first three relationships were all like that.”

“This is incredible. I need to do this. Not with you, I don’t mean that. I can’t. It would be too weird, but between your stories and talking to you…you woke something in me. I was already curious, but now I know I need this.”

As happy as I was for Elena, it was slightly sad for me. Maybe sad is overstating it, but it reminded me of I life that I used to have and missed in some ways.

“And I was serious about writing a story about tonight. You haven’t published anything in a long time. Write about this and use it to remind people that you’re still around. Hell, it’s been so long that a bunch of new people will probably find your old stories after you put this one up. And this is the important part. Use this to get back to your other series. Finish it off and then start the third one you mentioned earlier. I think it would be good for you, and you saw what reading them has done for me. I think you’re helping people.”

Elena might have been giving me too much credit, but I think that maybe there might be a hint of truth to what she was saying and I’d never even considered that before.

“I will, I promise. Soon.”

“Not soon, now. And for the love of God don’t use my name, my middle name, or anything close to my name!”

I didn’t, that was a promise kept.

We spoke for a little longer but by this point, it was probably around 1:30 in the morning and both of us were wiped out. This was about two weeks ago, and although we haven’t spoken since, we’ve started texting each other regularly and have rough plans to meet for coffee one day soon. What a strange way for an old friendship to be rekindled.