Free Beck and Call by Abby Gordon

flew open and landed on the phone. Whatever they were going to do, it seemed as if he intended to spank her. Twice. Her pussy clenched at the thought of him putting her face down across his thighs and spanking her. Her face flushed.
    Serena Marie, you are turning into a harlot, came her mother’s voice. I did not raise you to behave this way! I raised you to be—
    “No!” she protested. “I’m a grown woman and I will decide what I do.”
    Pushing herself up, she hurried to get ready for the girls.
    Calling for pizza from the restaurant down the block, Serena pulled on jeans and the sweatshirt a 60

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    brother had given her when he’d gone to Disney World. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she had to appreciate the irony of the character.
    Sleeping Beauty had always been her favorite.
    “And now I’m waking up,” she smiled.
    Hurrying into the living room, she put the coasters out before going to the kitchen and pulled out ingredients for a salad. There was a knock on her door just before it opened.
    “Yoo-hoo,” Debbie called out.
    “In the kitchen! I need someone to open the wine and get the plates.”
    Debbie and Claire appeared in sweats and oversized Ts. To Serena’s distress, Claire’s eyes still looked slightly frozen. Their hair was damp as if they’d taken showers after their workouts and come straight over. She wasn’t worried about their casual style. She’d have washed off her make-up if she’d had the time. The memory of why she hadn’t had time made her flush.
    “You haven’t opened it, yet? What happened to our always-ready hostess?”
    “Um, a phone call,” Serena replied, feeling the heat in her cheeks.
    “A phone…” Debbie paused, her hand in the drawer searching for the corkscrew. She turned and stared. Across the narrow galley kitchen, Claire paused in the midst of reaching for the plates. “From your parents?”
    “No,” Serena shook her head, busy chopping the carrots.
    Debbie leaned forward, eyes narrowed.
    “Oh. My. God,” she breathed, straightening.
    “You had phone sex!” she screamed.
    Claire almost dropped the plates and Serena nearly cut her fingertip off. Hands shaking, Claire put the plates on the counter and stared at her roommate.
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    “Sheez, Debbie,” Serena muttered, bending to pick up the carrot slice that had rolled off the counter. She tossed it in the garbage can. “Why don’t you open the door and yell it down the hall? I don’t think the Thompsons’ in 3-D heard you.”
    “Sorry,” came the giggle. “It’s just so out of character for you. I mean, the rose this afternoon and now this. I just can’t believe it.”
    “Out of character? I have had sex before, you know,” Serena said stiffly.
    “I didn’t mean that,” Debbie frowned. “It’s just…” She paused and shook her head. “You seem happy, Serena. If this guy makes you happy, then good for you. After Todd, you deserve happiness.”
    “Thank you,” replied Serena softly, glancing over. “It’s still a bit new. And I’ve never had, um,” she grimaced, “um, phone sex.”
    “Well, it must have been pretty good,” Debbie grinned. “Because you look…” she frowned. “What would you call it, Claire?”
    The other woman looked up from the silverware drawer. At the obvious pain in the younger woman’s eyes, Serena felt a brief moment of guilt at her happiness.
    “She’s satisfied,” Claire answered with a soft smile. “Who is he, Serena?”
    Serena hesitated. She wasn’t even going to get into that.
    “I’d rather not say. Like I said, it’s all still new and…” She looked at them. “He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before and I’m not sure how to deal with it.”
    “Be careful,” warned Claire.
    “He isn’t involved with anyone else. He…” she smiled slightly. “He wants me to feel good. He told me that my pleasure comes first for him. He said he would do everything he could to make sure I was