Another Phone Call

Your phone woke you up at exactly 10:00 the next morning, just as it had done the previous day. You picked it up and looked at it. It was that same number as the day before: 32479.

You answered it quickly.

"Good morning Faith," said that annoyingly cheerful voice on the other end of the line, "and congratulation on making it through the first day. 24 hours down and 24 to go. And boy did you ever keep that pussy happy yesterday, didn't you?"

"Ummm ..." you stammered, "I guess so."

You were still groggy and tired. You really had kept that newly formed pussy between your legs happy. Very, very happy indeed, but you didn't want to sound overly excited about it on the phone.

"Don't worry though," the voice on the phone said, "it won't stay happy for very long. All you've really done is made it hungry for more, I'm pleased to announce."

"Who the hell are you?" You ask. "And how is any of this possible?"

"Since you did so well yesterday," the voice answered you, "I will give you a clue. The answer you seek is in the phone number."

"What?" You say, your brain still a little hazy, "What does that even mean?"

"You'll have to figure that out on your own. Enjoy your day, and do try to avoid getting yourself pregnant for the next 24 hours. Unless, of course, you want to stay the way you are now."

The line went dead before you could say anything else.

You would have liked to have pondered the riddle that the caller had left for you, but you were still completely exhausted. The guys had worn you out, just as you had expected them to. At least you didn't have a hangover to deal with. You'd decided that you had better stay sober to make sure the rules got enforced. But still, your exhaustion overtook you. You laid back in your bed and within seconds, you were once again sound asleep.

Until the phone rang again.

Damn!

You'd just barely gotten back to sleep.

Except that when you picked up the phone, the clock said 11:53.

It was Alex.

You answered.

"Hey," he said to you, "I have an idea for today."

"What's that?"

"Rachel is home. My parents are not. She just mentioned to me she didn't have plans for the day. I think Rachel would really like you."

Rachel was Alex's sister. She was the same age as Gwen. In fact, she had been one of Gwen's dancer friends growing up, the ones who had taught you to lust after dancer's bodies.

Alex knew your secret.

There were none of your sister's dancer friends that you lusted after more than Rachel. God her body looked so good in tights. You had actually looked forward to going to all of Gwen's productions and recitals, because you loved being able to casually ogle so many lovely bodies, wrapped up in skin tight clothes. And there was none that you enjoyed ogling more than Rachel.

She didn't have much in the way of tits, but god her body was perfect, and she had the most scrumptious ass you had ever seen. She was the object of many of your masturbatory fantasies growing up. You could never really tell if finding out she was a lesbian had slowed down those fantasies, or only increased them. It certainly didn't make them go away.

The thought of spending a day with Rachel had you more than a little interested. It had you wet between the legs, yet again. Whoever the caller was earlier in the morning, she had been right. You had done nothing to sate the hunger in your pussy.

"I have to work a double shift," you heard Alex's voice say through the phone. Your thoughts of Rachel had made you almost forget you were on the phone with him. "I am not going to be home until well after midnight. That leaves Rachel home alone all day. I think she is going to be bored. I think you'd keep her from being bored. Give her a hint that you are interested, and I think she will be up for almost anything you want."

Damn, if that didn't sound really good to you. Just the mere thought of seeing Rachel naked! You couldn't possibly count the number of times you had dreamed of that. Getting to play with her delectable body? That was more than you would have ever hoped for as a teenage boy.

"Should I let her know you're coming?" Alex asked.

"Oh god yes," you said.

He chuckled.

"I thought so."

You showered and got ready for the day, choosing a light and short summer dress from Gwen's closet. You put on that, a pair of sandals, and nothing else. As you sat and ate breakfast, you decided to investigate the clue you had been given earlier. The only thing you could think to do with that clue was find a website that showed the words that could be formed out of phone numbers.

You typed in the number that had been on the phone, even though it wasn't a real phone number at all.

There were only three five letter words that could be formed from those numbers.

Daisy.

Dairy.

Fairy.

You were pretty sure dairy was out of the question. You tried as hard as you could, but couldn't remember ever knowing anyone named Daisy. You couldn't see how daisy, the flower, could have anything to do with it. While it was still a possibility the caller was just indicating her name was Daisy, it didn't seem likely. A name simply doesn't say much about who someone actually is unless you already know them.

That left one real possibility.

Fairies.

In some ways, it made perfect sense. Fairies were mythical creatures alleged to have, at least in most of the myths, some magical powers and a strongly mischievous nature. But there was one problem. It was that whole part about them being mythical creatures.

And yet.

Faith was very much a mythical, or at least fictional, character as well. Right up until the previous morning when she had become very real, and very personal to you.

You would have liked to have spent more time investigating that possibility, but you weren't even sure how you could investigate fairies in the first place. There were tons of things written about them, of course, but how could you possibly determine which of the fictional stories about them actually represented the truth about real fairies, or if real fairies even existed in the first place?

But there was something else keeping you from taking any more time to investigate.

Actually someone else.

And her name was Rachel.