Some surprise advice...

As he talks about all the things you might encounter, you feel yourself getting a bit hot under the collar. He's not normally this frank, and to hear him talk about the seemingly endlessly debauched things he has dreamt up as an inevitable part of a school like St. Basil's, you find a warmth begin to rise in your belly, and a familiar wetness start to coat your most secret places. Perhaps it's not just the things he' saying though, but the accepting air to them. As he leads your mind on with descriptions of tartan-skirted school girls delicately exploring each other's bodies, his tone almost seems to imply that he wants you to get caught up in a revealing situation like this. When he adds a little more detail than necessary to a description of two girls fingering each other, you're more sure than ever- he's getting turned on by the thought as well!

You wait until he's done with his various erotic dioramas, partly just to wait for him to finish what he's saying, but also because you're enjoying the story. There's finally a pause, and you giggle slightly. 'So', you say, smiling, 'after I've kissed a girl, liked it, and kissed my share of pussies (you enjoy the assertiveness of the phrase, so different to the language you normally use) I can tell you all about it and we can have amazing sex, is that it?' you hear the corners of his mouth rise even over the phone - 'or bring a friend' he says, trying to pretend to be cool about something that obviously would be a big turn on for him. You laugh down the receiver 'yeah yeah, we'll see.' Still playing along with that has become an unusually sexy conversation between the two of you, you carry on - 'so I can play with girls can I? Can't imagine you being ok  with guys though!' you tease him through the phone, waiting for him to react and tell you off for suggesting the idea.

On the other end it's quite quiet though - you expected an immediate refusal. But instead you hear him sigh slightly. 'Well, you know you're going to be gone for a long time, and I know you have needs...' You figure he's joking and go to interrupt him, but he's not done yet. 'In some ways, I think it could even be sexy...hearing about you with someone else. Not all the time mind you, but as long as you keep me in the loop, and I know what's going on, well, it might be nice to know if I cant have you until you're back, at least someone can, and that you're still being a sexy, sensual person.'

You don't know what to say, and you ask him to make sure you're clear what he means. 'So, you're telling me you'd be ok with...(you pause to put it in the most impactful way you can think of) another guy...entering me? Or me sucking another guy's cock?' He doesn't answer right away and you get carried away with your thoughts, inadvertently teasing him, testing his limits. ' You'd be ok with me moaning in his ear about how much I wanted his cock in my mouth, how much I wanted him to split me open and fuck me really deep?' Another sigh comes from the other end. 'I don't know exactly. All I know is, I don't want you to be stifled over there, and, well, I've always had this idea of you getting with other guys, and then when I finally see you again, of me treating you like the slut you have been, and punishing you for how you behaved.'

You had both been talking about adding spice, but this was a big step. Not one, however, that you found yourself repulsed by. Quite the opposite really - by now you are really horny, and your small nipples have begun to tease themselves as they get hard and rub against the rough fabric of your blouse. You want to talk more about it, but you realise you've been on the phone for ages - you really need to settle in. 'i'm really sorry, but I really have to go, I have so much to do...but can we speak about this later?' 

'Of course' he duly replies. 'Look, I hope I haven't confused you. All I'm really saying in sometimes good girls are bad girls too. Look after yourself babe, maybe send me some pictures of your schoolgirl sexcapades - would love to see you bent over for teacher!' The line goes dead, and you have plenty of food for thought. If you're not mistaken, your boyfriend has essentially told you that you can have all the fun you like here - so long as your still his. Your already damp panties get wetter still at the thought. Able to have as much cock and pussy (you only pause for a second to think about the thought as it flashes into your head - since when do you like girls too?) as you like, but still the security and love of the one you hold closest? What could be sexier? You think about hot it would be to phonesex him, telling him about the cocks you've sucked, the skirts you've dived under, getting you both hot, him telling you how slutty you are, and all the things he's going to do to you. You brace yourself slightly, you're a bit giddy with how sexy it all sounds. You collect yourself though. No time to think about it now...you have to get going or you will never get to your room, let alone anything else!