Free Beck And Call by Abby Gordon

herself. It was the strangest, weirdest, most
    thrilling thing she’d ever done. Closing her eyes, she
    reviewed what had happened.
    Punishment. Her eyes 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
    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.
    “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 three-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.