"I can't quite get a nipple to my lips.”

"Twist it, just a little," Madison requested. Heda's breasts were firm, but Madison's slightly larger and softer tits made her own nipples accessible, though only barely. She pushed one to her mouth while continued to finger herself.

"You're like a good jazz band," she told her girlfriend.

"Smooth, amazing, and you can keep me up all night when you get rolling."

"Then tune up the band, because I'm just getting started." On Heda's end of the line, there was some heavy breathing.

“I can't keep my fingers off of myself."

"I can't keep fingers out of myself," came the retort.

Heda's next word send a most pleasurable shiver up Madison's spine.

“While seeing you, I could forget The image so sad and fair, But, look, you sing -- and it is set Again before my eyes in air."

Madison let out a little breath and increased the tempo of her fingers. Heda loved poetry, had a tremendous amount of it in her memory and at her disposal, and she knew one important thing. It got Madison going. Not just physically, but Madison loved the very notion of someone caring about her enough to read her poetry.

"I don't know what that means," Madison said, her voice taking on a richer, warmer tone, "but it tickles my ears like a feather. It tickles everything.

You know what I want?"

What?"

"Sing something."

While normally Heda tended to give Madison performance anxiety, the eagle-shifter had just made a request that the bat-shifter could handle. She knew she did not have the kind of voice professional singers had, but it was certainly good enough for this. She put every bit of sultry voodoo that she knew how to do into her voice, then:

"You hold me so close that my knees grow weak, but my soul is flying high above the ground I'm trying to speak but no matter what I do I just can't seem to make any sound. And then you took the words right out of my mouth. Oh-it must have been while you were kissing me."

Maybe not the most romantic song on the world, but it seemed to be working. On the other end of the line, there was breathing. Not your ordinary drawing in of air, but a much more expedited process.

Madison could picture those firm breasts pounding at the air above them, straining themselves towards the dark Southwestern sky as Heda's ever-so-talented hand maneuvered a little south of the border.

“Madison, I'm gonna . . . fuck yeah," Heda moaned into the phone.

While she listened to her girlfriend hit the plateau, Madison pulled out all the tricks, sending herself hurling towards orgasm like a bat out of hell. She had to bite her lip to keep from squeaking as her climax hit her.

"Heda, me too. Me fucking too, baby!" she hissed.

Madison was happy. She cuddled down in her blanket and let the pleasant afterglow wash over her. She listened to the chuckling on the other end, and it made her smile even wider.

"So, still have reservations about phone sex? And feel free to make a joke about ‘reaching out and touching someone’.

“As if," Madison scoffed. Actually, that exact joke had been sitting on the tip of her tongue, but she wasn't going to do it if Heda just gave it to her.