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  WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS

  Layla Hunter

  Erotic Romance

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  Dedication

  To my beautiful sister, Christine

  For your unconditional support, unwavering encouragement,

  and breathtaking strength throughout the years.

  And the Lemon Drops…

  let's never forget those, my dear *winks*.

  I love you!

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  WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS

  Layla Hunter

  Copyright © 2013

  Sarah jumped when the phone finally rang, staring at the console like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move. What the hell was she doing? This was insane, an introverted, thirty-something, afraid-of-her-own-shadow architect-wannabe trying to pass herself off as a phone sex operator? She'd lost her mind.

  "Are you going to get that or what?" Rachel chided. Sarah looked helplessly to her designated trainer.

  "You can do this. Remember why you are doing this, sweetie. It makes it easier. I'll be nearby," the woman reassured her.

  Sarah nodded, adjusting her headset and reaching over to press the flashing button—the button that would lead her down a path she'd never pictured herself traversing, especially not at this point in her life.

  When she began training, she'd been asked to pick a name for herself and had chosen Sherry. It had a sweet, girl-next-door quality to it unlike her actual name. Her eccentric, literary-minded mother had thought it a wonderful idea to name her only daughter Scheherazade, although most of her friends called her Sarah. Tonight, though, she was Sherry, a sexy voiced seductress on the other end of a telephone entertaining horny men and perverts and…

  Stop! You can do this Sarah. If you could live through one of the most brutal divorces in recorded history, you can do this.

  "Hello, this is Sherry. Welcome to Whisper Sweet Nothings…have you called us before?" she asked sweetly even though her hands shook and her heart pounded painfully within her chest. Quickly, she glanced at the computer screen to scan a few details about her caller.

  "Uh, no…this is…well, this is my first time calling."

  Given she was new she'd been told she would get the undecided first-timers or the clients who wanted a more vanilla experience. Most of the women here had a specialty…BDSM, fetish, gay/lesbian, etc. As she trained, she could add to her repertoire if she chose which would increase her moneymaking potential.

  "Not to worry. That's why they put you in my very capable hands. I will take care of you. What's your name?" she asked, pulling out the scripts she had studied ad nauseum.

  "Sam. My name is Sam. Know what…this was a mistake. I…I should go. I'm sorry, ma'am…I didn't mean to waste your time and…"

  She could hear his voice trembling and her heart went out t
o him. He was as nervous as she was. "Sam…listen to me. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but would it make you feel better to know that this is my first time too?"

  She caught the look of disdain from Rachel who shook her head from side to side, obviously a mistake and likely not to be her first. Sorry, she mouthed, turning her attention back to Sam.

  "I think you are just saying that to keep me on the line."

  She smiled. "No, this really is my first time. I'll make you a deal. We take this one-step at a time…together. How does that sound?"

  There was a moment of silence and she thought she'd lost him. Her heart sank.

  "That sounds fine."

  "So tell me…what is it you were looking for when you called me tonight?"

  "I…I'm not sure. It's been a long time, ma'am, since I have..." He paused again and she could feel his uncertainty.

  "Sam…why don't we start with you calling me Sherry? It's much more personal and...intimate." That wasn't in the script, but it seemed to her the right thing to say.

  "Sherry. That's a nice name. And your voice…it's very rich. Smooth. Do you sing?"

  She laughed. "Only in the shower."

  "That's too bad. I think you could really do something with that voice."

  She was doing something with that voice, she thought to herself before stamping down any feelings of derision she had about her choice of employment.

  "Thank you. I have thought about it from time to time, but the truth is I'm too shy to actually sing in front of people."

  There was an odd moment of silence and then she realized how silly that sounded considering what she was doing here and now. She laughed.

  "I figured you'd get it," he quipped.

  "You're funny, Sam. Listen hon…I'm here for you tonight. What do you want?" She urged gently, hoping he would open up to her.

  "I don't know. I've never done anything like this before. My buddies set this up for me...sort of a going away present. Afghanistan. And they thought it might help me get over...well..."

  She heard the heartache in his voice; she could almost feel it and knew it well. "Can I ask what happened?"

  "I'm not sure really. I thought everything was going just fine and then she sent me a Dear Sam letter. Well, she emailed me a Dear Sam letter."

  "Ouch. I'm sorry about that. What a cowardly way to break up with someone," she remarked, unable to keep the disdain from her voice. "I know I don't know you, but I can read people fairly well and you seem like a good, sweet man who was hurt by a foolish, thoughtless woman. Maybe it's easier said than done, but let it go…don't take this with you."

  He was quiet and she hoped she hadn't offended him. Who did she think she was—Dear Sherry? Yet she sensed he would need all his sensibilities about him for the journey ahead. "Are you okay? I'm sorry if I offended you."

  "No, no…really, it's all right. That's what everyone has been telling me but…it's hard."

  "I know…believe me." She knew all too well, painful memories threatening her composure. She should change the subject. "Tell me...do you like the outdoors?"

  "Yeah, I love it outside."

  "Me too. What else do you like?"

  "Hiking and camping. A little fishing. I've always wanted to make my way across Alaska, you know, the real Alaska. And I like writing. Don't laugh, but I wanted to be a writer when I grew up."

  She caught her breath at the synchronicity of his reply. "I would never laugh but…wow, that's weird. I always pictured myself writing songs against the backdrop of New Mexico or the wilds of Alaska."

  "Then why are you doing this?" he asked.

  Ouch. "Real life. Sometimes it takes us to places we didn't expect or puts our dreams on hold, but my grandmother is always telling me to never give up on my dreams. I have no intention of doing so and you shouldn't give up on yours either."

  Damn Sarah. Way too much information and not even close to finding a way into any script they have here. Groaning inwardly, she refocused on the task at hand.

  "So here's to our dreams, Sherry."

  "Here's to our dreams. Now let's get back to tonight and you. What if I told you that we were lying together on a blanket near a creek, underneath the stars having a late night picnic…would you like that?"

  "I'd be a fool not to. You're a romantic then?" he asked almost hopefully.

  "Guilty."

  "Me too."

  "Put your arms around me, Sam. Hold me tight."

  "Done."

  "Hmmm…that's nice. Are you ready to give this a try?"

  He started to answer, then went quiet. "I'm not sure what to do."

  "Leave that up to me. Are you somewhere where you can get comfortable, if you know what I mean," she asked and heard his breath catch.

  "What? Oh. Give me a minute?"

  "I'll be waiting," she assured him as she sat back drawing in a deep, relaxing breath. She could do this. She had to do this. Strangely enough, she found she almost wanted to do this with him.

  "I'm back."

  "Okay…now close your eyes and just relax. Take nice long, deep breaths and listen to my voice. Jump in wherever you want to. If I wanted to go skinny-dipping, would you join me?"

  He laughed out loud. "Hell yeah."

  "Then what are we waiting for...let's do it! Help me get undressed."

  "What are you wearing?"

  "A little sleeveless dress...soft and flowing...the color of moonlight," she suggested, wondering what he really liked.

  "Nice. How are you wearing your hair?"

  "My hair is up...for now. Long chestnut hair with a few loose strands falling against my neck."

  "And what color are your eyes?" he asked tentatively.

  "Green. And yours?"

  "Blue. And my hair…what's left of it before they…well, it's black."

  Hearing the change in his voice, she assumed he was nervous about going to Afghanistan. "Don't think about anything else but us for now. Get lost with me, okay?"

  "Okay."

  "I can see you, Sam. You're one handsome man and you look very sexy in the moonlight. Reach down and lift my dress up and over my head."

  "What are you wearing underneath?" he asked a bit shyly.

  "Nothing," she teased.

  He laughed and she described her body to him, giving him details, but leaving some things to the imagination…his imagination. She waited a moment before she asked if he was done.

  "No, not yet. Admiring you in the moonlight."

  She smiled, a little shiver coursing through her. He was coming along now and the realization she had something to do with helping him made her feel better about this.

  "Your turn, Sam. Will you undress for me? I want to watch," she stated in a sultry tone, asking him to describe to her what he looked like.

  She closed her eyes, imagined him standing naked before her beneath a full moon and told him as much. "Give me your hand," she encouraged before following with details of them running down to the creek, hand in hand, diving into the warm water, the image beginning to take shape in her own mind as she chose words to paint a vivid picture for him.

  "Mmm…the water is a lot warmer than I thought it would be. Come here…wrap your arms around me," she asked, her voice a little softer now. She described the feel of water lapping around their naked bodies, the sensations those tiny waves were stirring within her, and the feel of his arms around her.

  "My breasts feel good pressed against your chest…every time you move against them, you stir up a little bit of heat down there," she confessed as she actually felt a frisson of desire move through her.

  "Kiss me, Sam…please," she urged him, her voice a little deeper now. "Imagine your mouth moving over mine...my lips are soft and full and parted ever so slightly inviting you to kiss me a little deeper...yes, like that...I taste like chocolate and strawberries…hmmm," she sighed wistfully.

  "Can you feel my hands moving over your back and around your waist…down around your…oh, nice ass...love those dimples,
Sam," she teased and he laughed easily.

  "Touch me…I want to feel your hands over my wet body. It's all yours tonight…oh, yesss...that's it...tell me where you are touching me."

  "Up and down your arms…over your shoulders…across your back…my fingers are skimming along the small of your back and…hmmm…you have a nice ass too, Sherry," he remarked and she chuckled.

  "Indeed I do. What about my breasts...do you like them?"

  "Yes...they are full and soft and fit in my hands very nicely."

  "Oh, I like what you are doing…squeezing and kneading them…oh, do that again…brush your thumbs over my nipples." She gasped in pleasure.

  "Please…I want to feel your mouth over them. I want to feel you licking my nipples…drawing them into your mouth…tugging and teasing…even nipping them lightly. Oh, Sam…that's it…damn!" She let loose a soft moan and nearly lifted her hand to her own breast before she realized what she was doing.

  "While you do that, you won't mind if I reach my hands beneath the water and find your cock…the one that's been pressed hard against me since we started kissing?" She continued her description of their encounter.

  "Hell no."

  "Very nice, Sam. I'm going wrap my hand around that beautiful cock and stroke you…"

  She heard him draw in a sharp breath and let loose a moan. "Sherry, I want to make..." He hesitated and she knew he was nervous.

  It was her job to guide him along if need be. Not sure which way to go, she followed her instincts. He seems like a gentleman and a romantic…play it a little safe unless he leads somewhere else.

  "Do you want to make love or are you more interested in something else?"

  "This is our first time, right? I would make love to you. I want you."