Fuck yes!
Okay, I’m doing it. I’m touching myself.
Good, now tell me how it feels.
Jules:
Mmm, it feels good. I’m imagining it’s your hand, not mine.
Not that I wouldn’t like it to be my hand, but try to focus on the feeling, not the fantasy.
Describe exactly what you can feel.
The ceiling creaked again as if the joists were groaning with the weight of their want, bracing against the strain of their desire as it crackled through the wall cavities. For a long minute, Catherine thought Jules wasn’t going to reply; perhaps she’d surrendered to the self-pleasure Catherine had instigated. But then her phone pinged.
Jules:
I feel soft and hot…
…And?
Jules replied in fragmented words, as if that was all she could muster the concentration for.
Jules:
Smooth… swollen, wet and…
Ready
Fuck.Catherine slipped a hand between her legs, where her fingers met the heat Jules had just described. She brushed a fingertip over her swollen clit and almost vaulted off the bed with the charge of it.
Jules:
Are you touching yourself too?
Catherine had never sexted with anyone before. It was obscene, yet overwhelmingly erotic, and she didn’t want it to end.
I am. Just the thought of what you’re doing has me so close.
Jules:
Oi! Feelings, not fantasies, remember? :)
I want to know what you feel like. Tell me.
God, it’s like I’ve been live-wired. I can barely touch myself.
Jules:
Fuck, this is so hot!
God, I want to come down there and… fuuuuuck!
The creaking intensified and grew rhythmic. Catherinehad been right before when she’d assumed she’d be able to hear the bed above her rocking with sex, but she’d never imagined it would be her lying beneath and making it happen. It took all her restraint not to press the dial button so she could hear Jules panting as she climaxed.
She squeezed her eyes shut and gave in to her own pleasure, rubbing the flat of her hand against herself with slow, rhythmic pressure until her orgasm peaked and broke in gentle waves. The whoosh of her pulse in her ears replaced the creaking from above. And then there was silence; a soft, profound calm.
Even with the entire floor of a building separating them, the moment felt as intimate as it would if Jules had been lying spent beside her.
