front of me.
“You’re home pretty early for a party night.” I chew lightly on my bottom lip, and I watch as his
eyes narrow in on my mouth.
“Yeah. I realized I missed my best friend.” A small smile forms on his lips. Not his full smile, but
it’s still something.
“You missed me or my cock?” The word cock from his mouth immediately sends the blood
rushing to my clit. I want him to touch me so bad.
“Both,” I tell him. It’s the truth. I miss talking to him, but I also miss how he made me come. I can
see my reflection in the small square on my screen. I notice my cheeks are already flushed.
“Are you horny, Celine?” I nod, unable to answer him. “Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” I choke out, even though I know he can’t do anything about my throbbing pussy from a state
away.
“Take your clothes off.” My eyes widen, realizing he wants to have phone sex—or video phone
sex. “You want to come, and this is the only way I can make that happen right now. So, take your
clothes off.”
I set my phone down and shimmy out of my shorts and underwear. Then I slip off my top and bra.
Sitting butt-naked in my bed, I bring my phone back up to my face. I keep it close enough that he can’t
see anything except my face.
“Let me see your tits, Celine.” I pull the phone back, exposing my breasts to him. I’ve never done
anything like this before. I feel a little awkward, and he must notice because he tells me what to do.
“Pinch your nipple.”
I follow his instructions, rolling my nipple between my fingertips. He lets out a small moan,
making my heart rate pick up.
“Good girl. Now move your hand slowly down your body until you get to your pussy. Tell me if
you’re wet for me.”
My hand moves down my body, and I do my best to pretend it’s his hand instead of mine. “Move
the camera with you. I want to see everything.” His voice sounds huskier, darker, but still quiet like
he’s trying to make sure no one hears him. “Are you wet for me?”
I nod.
“Tell me,” he commands.