A Thousand Words

Sara woke up hours before her alarm clock was set to go off. Not surprisingly, she hadn’t slept much in the past week.

She reached for the right side of the bed, finding it empty except for a white shirt. She pulled the garment to her nose, inhaling the strong musky scent. She knew it was silly, but sleeping with Grissom’s shirt made it easier to fall asleep.

She’d never felt so lonely, she knew distance was supposed to make the heart grow fonder but she wanted Grissom to be home, in bed with her, now.

She’d never pictured herself as a woman who needed her boyfriend constantly by her side, priding herself on her independence. But then again, Grissom was hardly just any boyfriend. He was the only man she’d ever fallen in love with, the only one who’d ever made domestic life seem so blissful and at other times downright sinful.

She dragged herself out of bed; knowing trying to go back to sleep would prove futile. She took a longer shower than usual, hoping it would perk her up. Alas, the jet of water pounding on her did nothing to diminish her longing.

Eyes shut, her hands fumbled between her thighs, lingering in her folds as she thought of the many times they had made love in here: in the tub, against the wall. Memories of extreme pleasure and severe yearning fought for a place in her mind as she remembered the events that took place a month previously.

It’s just for a few weeks Sara, it’s a great opportunity for me to further my teaching skills, and truth be told it will be a welcomed break. He’d announced over breakfast one morning. She’d sat there, her face unreadable.

She spent the rest of the morning trying to appear supportive, managing a smile or two, even as it became evident that she wasn’t invited.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to go as much as she was afraid the distance would put a strain on their relationship. She had grown accustomed to having him by her side at any given moment. For years, long before they had any kind of romantic involvement, Gil Grissom had been the only constant in her life. Even when he barely acknowledged her feelings, his presence alone had sufficed to keep her sane.


A familiar throbbing brought her back to reality but instead of giving way to self pleasure, she determinedly turned the water off. Sara Sidle had other plans.

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She wrapped herself in Grissom’s thick terry cloth robe, rejoicing in the smell of him, and made herself comfortable in front of the computer. She was ready for another long chat that had become routine since Grissom had left. After a few days, the daily e-mails had turned into hour long conversations that took place after Grissom’s class and before Sara’s shift. Tonight she was looking forward to spicing things up.

Sara took her latest impulse purchase out of its box and installed the device without too much difficulty. She logged on to her messenger, knowing that she was early, but was pleased to find him already signed in.

-Hey there Dr. Grissom.

-Hey Honey, you’re early…couldn’t sleep?

-Bed was cold, nobody to warm up my feet.

-I hear you, it’s freezing here! I could definitely use your body warmth, although I like not having to fight for the blankets. :)

- I would trade all the blankets in the world for you right now…How was class?

-Fine, but I don’t want to talk about work, turn on your microphone. I want to hear your voice.

Sara turned on her microphone and speakers and leaned in her chair.

“Can you hear me OK?

“Perfectly. Sara, you know maybe I should just call you, your voice is what I need to hear right now.”

She smirked to herself; she’d heard a definite yearning in his tone. She replied with her most sultry voice, “Well, Dr. Grissom, as it turns out I have a surprise for you and it requires you to be sitting firmly in front of your computer.”

“Oh, and what kind of surprise might that be?” He asked intrigued.

Sara turned on her newly acquired web cam and placed it on its stand right in front of her, before sending Grissom an invitation to view it.

“Wait a second Honey; I got a message … You got a camera?” He sounded pleased.

“I thought you might like to see me-“

“Okay let me click on the…I think I got it…Oh, I have a rather nice view of your chest right now.” He said playfully.

Sara moved the camera back a little before reclining in the chair, “How about now?”

“Hey I wasn’t complaining, but I can see you much better now.” She thought she heard him sigh, “You’re so beautiful, thank you for this. I wish I could hold you…Are you wearing my robe?”

“As a matter of fact” she lingered on the words, “I’m wearing nothing but your robe.” She widened her legs slowly and brought her right hand to her cleavage.

“Oh…” Grissom was rendered speechless.

“Uh huh.”

She heard him struggle for his next words and it put at ease any thoughts she had that he might think this was silly.

“So, um…What did you…what did you have in mind?”

She drew lazy circles on top of her right breast as she spoke, “I thought that you might tell me what you would do to me if you were here and I might show you how much I’d like it.”

She heard muffled noises; she waited a moment before asking, “Is everything okay Griss?”

“Yeah...I was just getting… more comfortable.”

She had to stifle a laugh at his old fashioned phrasing. She resumed her position and looked at the camera before asking with her most sexy tone, “Are you touching yourself Grissom?”

She found herself very excited by the mental image. Her eyes drifted closed as she imagined what he was doing, what he was feeling at that moment. “Feeling your cock harden under your hand, wishing it was me touching you?” She heard him groan in response.

Sure that she had his full attention and cooperation, she opened her eyes and asked with anticipation, “So…what are you doing to me now?”

She waited patiently for him to start.

“I’m running my hands through your hair, and I’m kissing you… softly at first.”
Sara ran a hand through her hair and let her tongue slip over her lips as he continued. “I nibble on your bottom lip, then I let my tongue seek yours and I kiss you deeply and passionately...”

Looking straight at the web cam, Sara brought her left hand to her lips, softly touching her bottom lip before sucking on her index finger. She rolled her tongue around it before releasing it slowly with a deliberate wet noise.

She heard Grissom’s breath quickening as she loosened the robe around her waist.

“What are you going to do next Griss?”

“I’m slowly sliding the robe off your shoulders; I’m kissing your collarbone and lowering my hands down to your breasts…”

Sara suggestively tugged at the collar of the robe, slowly revealing her collarbones and shoulders. She opened the top of her robe, letting her breasts proudly hang out. She grazed her hands over her collarbone and down to her breasts.

“Like that Griss?”

“Yeah just like that.” He answered in a breath.

“And then what?” Sara asked softly.

“I caress your breasts- ”

She kneaded the white flesh gently before bringing her left index back to her mouth and then to her already hard nipples. She couldn’t help but cry out his name.

She relished Grissom’s increased breathing and subdued moans. Leaning back further in the chair, spreading her legs wider; she closed her eyes and pictured Grissom’s naked form above her. Somehow the fact that he could see her but that she could only hear him was a really big turn on.

“ Sara, Honey, you’re so beautiful! I want to taste you… Your breasts...so sweet under my tongue…I want to lick down to your navel-”

“Babe! I want you to touch me; I want your tongue in me.” Her left hand was still massaging her breast while her right one had sunk down in between her thighs, the movement forcing the rest of the robe open.

She let her hand rest at her entrance waiting for Grissom’s next words; she had never felt as aroused as she did at that very moment, legs wide open and hand on her breast, looking at her lover through the camera. She could hear moaning and she pictured his hands stroking his thick erection; she yearned to have him buried deep inside her.

“Sara… Fuck…Sara… I want to see you touch yourself…” His voice was urging her on.

Sara pushed two fingers in her folds, touching deep within herself surprised at the dampness she found. “Hmmm… Feels so good!”

She could hear Grissom beginning to unraveled and she knew her orgasm wouldn’t be far behind. She moved her fingers in and out of herself, increasing the pace, spreading her own juices over her clit. She imagined it was Grissom inside of her, pounding hard into her.

“Sara, you’re so beautiful Sara… Come for me Baby!”

Not letting go of her clit, she lifted her legs up on the computer desk, laying them on each side of the camera, presenting Grissom with an image that she was sure would ultimately be his undoing.

Head rolled back, damp skin flushed; Sara quickly reached her peak, riding wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure in a silence interrupted only by loud grunts over the speakers.

She was unaware of the rasping breaths filling the room both from her own lungs and the speakers until she slowly came back to her senses and brought her numb legs back to the ground.


“Hey, Lover Boy, are you okay?” She grinned at the web cam.

“Wow! That was…incredible, Honey.” She heard shuffling noises.

“I know-

“I think we might have woken up the neighbors.”

She laughed at the worried tone in his voice, “Grissom, you live in a dorm, I’m sure they’ve heard it all.”

“I suppose they have…”

“So the web cam, was a good investment?”

“The best-”

“I don’t want you to forget what you have at home, waiting for you…” She turned away from the camera lens, wiping at the tear that had made a sudden appearance.

“Sara, I could never forget how blessed I am to have you in my life. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, I just miss you-” She gathered the robe to her, imagining his arms around her.

“I miss you too, but I’ll be back before you know it.” He said with a false cheerfulness.

“I know.” And she did.

He sounded eager and coy all at once, “So, same time, same place tomorrow?”

“You betcha!” She winked and smiled at the camera. “It’s a date.”

And it was, every night for the next three weeks.