Chet Chester sat on the bed and thought about phone sex.

He was away on a business trip, one week of a tomato soup conference and sucking up to executives. A week by himself, in a hotel without Sol.

The distance was starting to get to him.

He missed Sol so badly, it hurt. Chet longed for her company, her sweet smile and soft voice. Now he came back to an empty room, with no one to kiss when he walked through the door.

The stupid business trip had ruined his chances of doing anything for an entire week, which sucked because they were right in the middle of their swoony honeymoon period. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other, except now they could because Chet was miles away.

He was getting Sol withdrawal, that’s what it was. Sol was just too sexy.

Chet sighed, fiddling with his phone. His fingers hovered over the call button, wanting to close the distance but at the same time, unsure. If he called, it wouldn’t be to talk about soup. It would be to talk dirty. 

The thing was, Sol got shy about the most random things. She would ride him until her eyes rolled back, but got self-conscious the moment Chet touched her. Or when he was blowing her and looked up, Sol would always look away because it was too much.

Chet wasn’t sure how she’d feel about saying crude things over the phone. She either got really into it, or didn’t. There was no way to tell but to try.

With trembling fingers, Chet threw caution to the wind and hit the call button.

“Hi Sol!” he said as soon as she picked up. His heart was pounding in his throat and he hoped it didn’t show in his voice. If he sounded too eager, maybe she wouldn’t notice. “I’m done work for the day, how are you!”

“I’m okay,” Sol said, sounding surprised. Maybe Chet was talking too fast. “I’m happy you called. Is your trip going well? They’re not making you work too hard, I hope…”

“No, not at all.” Chet hurried to reassure her. “It’s mostly just running around and talking to people, which is what I usually do. Except with a lot more sucking up and I get a really nice hotel. The bed’s so bouncy!” He was rambling, something he always did when he was nervous.

There was a long silence, which meant Sol knew he was up to something. She could hear it in his voice.

It was now or never. Chet swallowed and gripped the phone harder. “Hey, um, you wanna try something?”

“What?”

“Phone sex!”

Another long silence. How mortifying. Chet wondered what sort of face Sol was making right now. His own was heating up, getting hotter the longer Sol remained silent.

“I know, I know! But we’ve never done it before and I thought we could try? Like, normally we’d be in bed around this time but you’re at home and I’m in New York. And work was hard and it was a long day and I just…” Chet knew he was whining but it was hard not to. A pang went through his heart, and he wished Sol was here with him. “I miss you,” he mumbled.

“Oh, Chet.” Sol sighed softly, and Chet could imagine her cradling the phone to her ear. “I miss you too.”

“Yeah.” He smiled, thinking this was enough after all. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna.”

“No, I… um.”

Chet held his breath in hopeful silence.

“I don’t know how it works. You’ll have to tell me what to do.”

“Yes. Yes, of course.“ Sol sounded so hot that Chet could’ve combusted on the spot. He could imagine the look on her face right now, shy and demure, but with a glint in her eye that suggested she knew exactly what she was doing.

“It’s no big deal, we just touch ourselves while on the phone,” he said and got comfortable on the bed. He grinned when he thought about Sol doing the same. “It’s gonna be so hot, just you see. What are you wearing?”

“My pyjamas?”

“Yeah?” Chet almost fell over himself in his enthusiasm to respond. “Which one? You have a lot of pyjamas.” Some of them were sexy and some were cute. Chet hoped it was one of the sexy ones. The camisole with the black lace, that was his favourite.

“It’s the nightgown.” Sol said softly.

That one was good too. Chet loved running his hands over it, feeling Sol under the silk. It was sheer and the outline of her body could be seen underneath, a tantalizing, teasing figure.

“I like that one,” Chet said, voice low.

“Thanks. Um, what are you wearing?”

Chet beamed. “A shirt and boxer briefs,” he said proudly, hand moving to his dick. He was half-hard and growing, filling out in his underwear. As he spoke, he rubbed himself over the fabric and wondered if Sol was already touching herself too. “But I won’t be wearing them for long!”

“I see,” Sol said, sounding surprised.

“Do you want me to take it off?” Chet teased.

He heard her stumble, a sharp intake of air. “I… I do. Maybe your shirt.”

“Sure, one sec.” Grinning, he set the phone down and yanked his shirt over his head. If Sol was here, he was sure she’d be feeling him up. She seemed to like doing that a lot. “I’m shirtless now.”

“I like you shirtless,” Sol said shyly, in almost a whisper. She sounded flustered, like it was too much to admit - even though she’d said worse before. Through the phone, it was an arrow through Chet’s heart. “Do I have to take off mine too?”

There it was, the little hint that meant Sol was getting into it. Chet grinned even though she couldn’t see him. “Up to you,” he said and palmed himself again. “At least lift it up.”

“Okay,” Sol said and Chet could see it in his mind’s eye, Sol on the bed with her nightgown hiked up to her waist, a healthy blush on her face as she showed off everything. She had such lovely long legs and he wished he was there to kiss them.

“Are you touching yourself?” he asked because in that moment, he needed to know.

Sol let out a soft exhale that went straight to his dick. “No,” she admitted. “I was waiting for you to tell me to.”

Wow. Wow. The image of a sexy, helpless Sol who needed to be bossed around... Chet licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry. “Okay. Then, uh, touch yourself. Get a hand around it and… give it a squeeze. Yeah.” He laughed quietly, marvelling at how well Sol had him wrapped around her little finger.

It was so worth it when he heard a light gasp, sweet as sugar. “I’m doing it,” Sol said weakly.

“K-keep going,” Chet muttered. He shifted to hold the phone closer to his ear and pumped his cock desperately. No way he was going to miss anything, not even the smallest noise.

“Mm.” Sol let out a small sigh, breathing hard. “It’s… it’s pretty nice.”

“Yeah?”

He heard her shift, the rustling of cloth as she moved. Settling into a more comfortable position, maybe with her head thrown back against the pillows. That was good, that was sexy, and it made it easy for her to arch her back in pleasure.

“Say something, Sol,” Chet said, more turned on than he’d been all night. He desperately craved her voice, needing to hear her feeling good.

“I don’t know what…” She moaned softly, sending blood thundering in his ears.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” he begged.

“But that’s embarrassing!”

Chet could almost see it, Sol’s cheeks flushed a lovely pink. He imagined her looking away, bashful at the thought of vocalizing her pleasure. She could be letting out the world’s sexiest moans but she’d still be shy about saying it.

“Please.” Chet closed his eyes, breathing hard. “It’s sexy. You’re sexy. I wanna hear you.”

He heard a sigh, exasperated but fond. “Fine. I… I’m just going up and down.” Sol sounded wrecked and it was music to his ears. “Like how you do it…”

“Rub the tip,” Chet said. “I always rub the tip.”

He could see it now, Sol running a finger over the slit and squirming at the sensation. Whenever he did it, it drove her crazy. Pushed her over the edge every time and never failed to make her cum.

His dick jumped and he jerked his hips, thrusting into his hand. “Look what you’re doing to me,” he moaned, wishing Sol was there to see. “You sound so good.”

“Thanks,” Sol breathed. “I like how you sound too. You’re breathing really deep and it’s…” She paused. “It’s hot.”

A jolt of arousal went through Chet’s entire body, settling in his cock. He almost couldn’t take it, how everything felt so raw and hot. “You want it, huh?” he said desperately.

“Yes.”

“Good. Gonna fuck you so hard when I get back.” He groaned, body drawn tight.

He could hear every one of Sol’s gasps and moans, each sound pushing him further towards the edge. It was so easy to imagine Sol with her hand on herself, eyes closed and mouth open, back arched in pleasure, and god, Chet was going to make her feel so good once he got back.

Sol came with a quiet little breath that set him off more than anything and Chet tightened his grip, spilling into his hand.

As they panted into the phone, Sol giggled nervously. “I can’t believe we did that.”

Chet found himself cracking a grin. “It was fun, right?” he said, feeling all loose-limbed and lazy.

“Yeah,” Sol admitted. “Still wish you were here though…”

“Me too. But I will be in a few days!” Chet smiled, already thinking of what they were going to do once he got back. Time would pass in the blink of an eye and then he’d be home, he just knew it. “If you can’t wait that long, I’m just a call away.”

“Maybe I’ll call you again tomorrow,” Sol said and Chet knew she was smiling too.

“It’s a date.”