Katherine: Actually I’m a little cold.
Jack: Call me.
Katherine: Why?
Jack: So we can talk on the phone.
Katherine: Why?
Jack: I want to hear your voice.
Katherine: I’m going to sleep.
Jack: Are you touching yourself?
Katherine: What do you mean?
Jack: Answer my call.
Katherine: I can’t?
Jack: Why not?
Katherine: My fingers are busy...
Jack: With?
Katherine: That’s a secret.
Jack: Answer my call.
I decide to go against the voice in my head and answer his call.
“Hello?”
“Want to Facetime?”
“No,” I yawn. “I’m about to go to sleep.”
“Is that why you texted me when you got into bed?” His voice is deep. “And told me you were naked?”
“I just wanted to alleviate your fears that I may do something stupid. But maybe texting you was the stupid thing.” I moan. “I’m just a bit drunk.”
“Close your eyes and touch yourself.” His voice is husky and low. “Slip your fingers between your legs.”
“Jack...” My voice trails off, but I find myself slipping my fingers between my legs. “I’m wet.” I moan down the phone.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He grunts. “I’m holding my cock. I’m thinking about you.”
“Good for you.”
“Slide your fingers across your stomach, squeeze your breasts, play with your nipples, think of me, now reach down and gently rub your clit, that’s my nose.” He continues and I do as he says. “Feel that wetness, that’s you getting ready to take my cock.” He grunts. “What are you doing?”
“I’m playing with myself.” I moan. “I’m imagining you rubbing the tip of your cock against my entrance.”
“You’re going to make me cum, Katherine. Fuck. If I was with you, I’d slide my hard cock into you so hard and fast right now.”
“Oh yeah?” I moan as I rub faster, thinking of Jack above me, about to fuck me. My body shakes at the thought.
