She had just pulled up the covers and closed her eyes when her phone started ringing. With a grunt of annoyance she opened her eyes again and reached for the beam of light that was her phone in the dark room. It was an unknown number but she still chose to answer it.

"Hello?" She asked.
"Hey, it's Roman," a dark voice sounded in the other end.
"Okay?" It came out as a question.
"From last night at the bar," he said.

She thought about it quickly but the name didn't ring a bell. Of course a few strangers had been at the bar as most nights but the name Roman hadn't been given to her and his voice didn't sound familiar at all.

"Sorry, I don't remember anyone by that name," she said.
"Really?" She could practicually imagine him shaking his head by that tone. "You don't remember me going home with you either then?"

She placed her hand on her forehead and sighed. No wonder she didn't know who he was.

"Wrong number," she mumbled.
"Excuse me?" He asked.
"She gave you the wrong number," she said.
"Oh," he drew the word out a bit.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"I'm not. I couldn't remember her sounding this sexy last night. Makes sense if I'm actually not talking to her," he said.
"You're really gonna do this?" She asked.
"I'll let you in on a secret," he said as if he hadn't heard her question.
"Yep, you're doing it," she sighed.
"I actually never wanted to call her in the first place. It really wasn't that good and she wasn't my type but the guys have been on my ass all day, saying I'm too picky when it comes to women and maybe she would be my type if I met her one on one while being sober," he said.

She listened to his voice. She should hang up and get some sleep but something about him made her stay on the line and just hear him tell her about his latest conquest as if she meant nothing. Not the best first impression to give out, yet she didn't hang up. His voice disappeared a bit and then it returned with a little chuckle.

"She actually didn't give me the wrong number. I accidently hit 4 instead of 7," he said.
"So hang up and call her," she said.
"No, I'd rather talk to you," he said.
"Listen, Roman, I don't know who you are and I've had a really long day," she started.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"December," she answered. "But that's not the point."
"Wow, what a beautiful name. Never met a woman before named after a month. Is your birthday in December?" He asked.
"No, it's in July. Listen..." She tried again.
"Where do you live?" He asked.
"Georgia," she answered.
"And you were at a bar last night. Out to pick up someone or just out with your friends?" He asked.
"I was working. I'm a bartender," she answered. "Why the fuck am I even telling you all this?"
"Because you like the sound of my voice," he said.

A boyish laughter followed and she couldn't help but smile out in the darkness. He did have a wonderful voice that made her stay on the line. His voice alone oozed of sex and her mind was trying to imagine how this strange man looked.

"I bet my voice makes you wanna touch yourself," his tone dropped low.

She really should hang up. Yell at him for being so straight forward and then hang up and never answer again if he was to call back and still she didn't do what she knew would be the right thing to do. Instead she went along with what he was offering.

"So you went home with that girl last night," the words left her mouth before she could stop herself. "What did you do to her?"
"Oh, aren't you a naughty little one?" He chuckled. "You really wanna know?"
"Yeah," she said.
"I had barely made it inside her apartment before she dragged me out into the kitchen and leaned herself up against the kitchen table. She latched on to me desperately, and I figured I'd might as well drill her right there on the table. So I pushed her down and ripped her panties off, left her lying there with her skirt up to her hips and her cowboyboots locking their way around my waist. I hardly got my own pants down before I started fucking her. Or at least I tried to," he said.
"What happened?" She almost whispered.
"Her voice was like a demon screech. I tried silencing her by putting my hand over her mouth," he said.

A small moan left her before she could put her own hand over her mouth.

"Oh, you like hearing that, don't you? You like the idea of me fucking you roughly while silencing your voice?" He asked.

She bit her lip, not completely willing to give this stranger the answer he was trying to get out of her.

"Go on," she said.
"I couldn't silence her though. I swear, she was not from this world and I don't mean that in a good way. So I thought I'd either slow down to make her stop screeching like that or I'd speed up and get it over with fast. I chose the last option, fucking her like crazy," he said.
"Mmm," she said lowly.
"I fucked her so hard and so fast that I almost split her in two on my dick. And no, I wasn't an asshole leaving her unsatisfied. I'm not like that. The second I felt her cum, I let myself go too, but before that I continued drilling her so hard that I doubt she can take any man inside her the next two weeks," he said.

She pressed the lower part of her phone down on her shoulder while trying not to be too loud, just hoping he wouldn't hear her cum to the image of him doing that to her. Her fingers had been doing their job, playing with herself, while he had painted a picture of what he had done to that other woman the night before.

"Did you just cum?" His voice brought her back to reality.

She pulled her fingers out of her panties and moved the phone back up.

"Come again?" She asked.
"You wanna cum again?" He asked.
"What do you mean again?" She tried.
"Don't lie, sweet December. I could hear you. I just made you cum. Did you imagine me fucking you so hard that I would have to carry you out of bed afterwards?" He asked.

She gnawed on her lip. Once again she knew she should hang up and once again she didn't.

"Yes," she admitted.
"I like that," he said.
"You do?" She asked surprised.
"You sound sexy as hell and I bet you look even better than you sound. I like that I just talked you into an orgasm although I'm not stupid. You probably helped a bit on your own too," he let out a little satisfied hum. "Fingers or toys?"
"Fingers," she said.
"I like that," he said again. "So you're a bartender?"
"Yeah, and sometimes I feel like I'm the only one. Ever since one of the others quit, boss has me working seven days a week, constantly promises to hire someone new but why bother when I show up all the time, right?" Her tone sounded a bit angry.
"That ain't right. So if you work all the time, when is the last time you got laid?" He asked.
"Three months," she sighed. "And it wasn't even good."
"Fuck, that's tough," he said.
"You have no idea," she rolled her eyes.

She yawned and rolled over on her side. As sexy as he sounded, she really had to get some sleep.

"Look, it's been fun and all, but I got work tomorrow," she said.
"Right, I shouldn't keep you all night, sweet December. I hope you get a pleasant night," he said.
"You too, Roman," she said.
"Oh, and December?" His tone sounded playful. "I'm really glad I managed to make you cum. Maybe one day I'll fuck you for real. Just drill you so hard, harder than you've ever been drilled before."
"Fuck," she muttered.
"Goodnight," he singsonged.

He hung up before she could even say goodnight back. For two seconds she just stared at her phone before putting it back on the nightstand. She sank back down in the pillow, holding on to it tightly with her hands while she once again tried picturing what he might look like. However it was, she was sure he had to be one sexy beast out of dimensions.