When did this start for you?
Already a text bubble formed.
A long, long time ago.
How was it possible? This wasn’t far from our first “real talk,” and yet all this time…
Truth or dare?
Did I dare to go there?
Memento moriand all that. Here went nothing.
Dare.
Put your phone in your left hand.
Easy enough.
Lick your middle finger, Mae.
Holy shit. But I did it.
Now slip that down, into your pussy.
No, he did not.
There would be no going back after this. The thought of not doing it, though, left me… empty. A dare was a dare, after all. Though if I were being honest to myself, that really had nothing to do with the fact that I listened. Again.
Imagine that’s my finger, because it will be. Moving just how you like it. Don’t hold back.
And so, I did.
For a second, there were no more texts. But I could tell he was typing. At this point, I’d have a hard time stopping, imagining just what Beck had told me to.
Oh, boy. So that’s why it took so long. A voice text.
“There you go.” His deep smooth voice played in my ear. “Close your eyes and circle your clit, Mae, as if I’m right there with you. Mmmm, that’s it. Do you feel it building? Are you gonna come for me?”
I couldn’t text back.
The very thought of what we were doing, what I was doing…
Another one.
“That’s it. Think about how, the second I’m off this phone, I’m going into my shower, taking myself in my hand and imagining you lying on that bed coming apart for me right now. Go ahead, Mae, let go for me, baby.”
It was the baby that did it.
I actually came, just like he told me to. Without a vibrator. Just by listening to his voice. I lay there for a few extra seconds, letting my breathing go back to normal. And then before I could think twice about it, I jumped out of bed, washed my hands, splashed water on my face and dried it, and then headed back into the bedroom. While I was up, I turned off the lamp and crawled back into bed.
Picking up my phone, I laughed at his confused emoji.
Sorry. Took me a minute to recover.
From?
You know what.
