‘Do you want to video call?’
That message had me sprinting back to my room after dinner. Since we knew Eric and his girlfriend were going to be out all weekend, and your roommate said she would be in town late tonight, you offered. And I will oblige.
After double-checking the lock on my door, I launch myself onto my bed and open my phone.
‘Ready.’
‘One sec.’
My heart pounds in my chest, pumping blood below my belt and inflating my favorite organ. My tight pants get even tighter and the longer I wait, the longer I get.
When I finally can’t stand it anymore and I start to unzip, your message comes through.
‘So, here is the plan.’
A plan? You must have really thought about how you want this to go. I can understand, I suppose. Face-to-face is hard for you, and this is a big step forward from texts and snaps. I’m obsessed with you, but I can be patient.
‘Before we start the video call, I want to talk to you over texts to get in the mood.’
‘Okay.’
‘Once we are ready to go, prop your phone against your door and sit on the ground. I’ll do the same.’
‘Okay.’
Sounds interesting. My mind races with fantasies of what we will do and what it will be like to be on video with you. If it’s anything like your snaps, I’m going to have to pace and edge myself so as not to embarrass myself and end the moment too soon.
‘How should we start?
I’m not sure if I’m any good at dirty talk.’
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‘You’re GREAT at dirty talk!
But I want to get to know you a bit more.’
‘Okay. What do you want to know?’
This is different. I feel like we would have done this kind of texting before you jumped into sexting, but I guess the order we’ve gone in is what you feel most comfortable with.
‘How was your day?’
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‘It was fine, but that’s not what I meant.’
‘???’
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‘What do you like about me?’
‘Everything.’
‘Yeah, yeah, but maybe be more specific.
For instance, I really like how innocent you seem, but at the same time, I know there is a wild pervert inside you. Sticking tongue out
When I rushed back and locked the door, I was not expecting this. Finding the words to describe what I like about you when most of our interactions have been awkward and sexual is much harder than you would think. I could tell you I love your round bubble butt and the g-strings you often wear, or that I love the fact that you’re a squirter. I could tell you I love your shaven pussy and your plush breasts, but as I think about what I love about you, I realize love really is what I’m starting to feel for you. As strange as it sounds with our limited relationship, I’m falling in love with you. Specifically you, not your body.
‘I love your playful spirit and your confidence. Your creativity and your imagination.’
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Uh, oh.
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‘I was really expecting you to say my ass.’
Really?
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‘Also, I said like about me, not love.’
Oh. I blush and my fingers feel like limp noodles. My brain fills with fog and all my thoughts flush out of my mind.
‘Sooo, are you saying you love me?’
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‘It’s okay if you didn’t mean it like that.’
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‘I meant what I said.’
Blushing
‘It might be weird, but my attraction to you is more than sexual.’
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‘You make my heart race.’
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We wait in silence. I guess neither of us knows what to say or do next.
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‘But you are sexually attracted to me? Smirk’
Should’ve known.
‘Yes, isn’t it obvious?’
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‘Show me. Devil smile’
A video call comes in. My throat tightens and my skin feels hot. I stumble to the door and set the phone down. Rising, I feel lightheaded and sit down carefully in the middle of the room. I’m both excited and extremely nervous. I could hope you feel the same, but I know better. I’ve never met anyone who knows what they want and goes for it as strongly as you.
I lean forward to accept and sit back, cross-legged, as the call connects. I take a deep breath and sigh, resting my wrists on my knees and putting on a smile. My zipper fights valiantly to hold back my raging cock.
You squeal and snap your legs and blouse closed as my breath catches in my chest. Sitting with your knees together now, your lower legs splayed to either side, and your fist clenching your blouse, you frown at me, red-cheeked and watery-eyed.
“Why are you still dressed normally?”
Words escape me as the image of you holding your breast, twisting your nipple, and gently brushing your wet pussy with the pads of your fingers is burned into my vision and memory. My cock throbs as my eyes rove over your black mini-skirt and pure white blouse.
“What?” I ask in a daze.
You puff out your cheeks and lean forward. “I asked why you’re still dressed that way?”
I look down at my flannel button-down and denim jeans. “This is what I had on today.”
You narrow your eyes at me and sit back, still careful to cover yourself. “Yeah, and what did I invite you to do?”
“Uh, video call.” You are successfully making me feel like a dense boy, but I’m really surprised my outfit is the problem.
You peer at me intensely through the digital portal we’ve set up. Knowing you are sitting across the hall facing me just as I am to you makes it seem as if we are looking through the doors directly at one another.
“Strip. Now.”
I hesitate for a moment and then I realize my stupidity. “Sorry,” I mumble as I unbutton my shirt. I keep my head down to hide my red face, so it’s not until you shout that I look back at you.
“Stop.” Trembling, you hold your hands up to partially block your view of me, but I can still see your face is crimson. “That’s enough for right now.”
I’m confused. You unashamedly watched me cum butt naked through my window, yet now you’re embarrassed to see me only partially stripped.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” You fan yourself with your hands and blow a soft breath between your lips. “I’m fine.”
I smirk. “Are you sure?” I slowly open my shirt more, exposing my chest and abdomen.
Your eyes grow wide as you bite your lip and groan. Remembering yourself, you hold a hand over your mouth and avert your eyes.
“After everything before, this is what gets to you?” I pull my shirt back, like slowly revealing a new work of art, exposing my shoulders.
“Stop right there, mister.”
I freeze, my smirk fading as a new fire lights inside you. “Not another muscle.”
I obey and watch you closely. You look around as if anyone could be in your room with you, and lower your head with another steadying breath.
You look up at me through your long lashes, like a lioness stalking prey. Your jaw goes slack and your lips part. You grab your blouse and slowly pull it open, brushing your erect nipples with the fabric.
My cock leaps in response, throbbing rhythmically to music only it can hear. I feel my shoulders burning in this frozen position, but I won’t act out of turn. This is your domain, and I have been graciously welcomed in.
You let go of your blouse, letting it rest on your shoulders, your breasts fully exposed. Running your hands from your waistband up over your belly, you take hold of your tits and caress them. You gasp softly and sigh as you rub your palms over your sensitive nipples. Catching each nipple between your forefingers and thumbs, you twist them, close your eyes, and moan. Opening your eyes, you look at me with lust and nod your head.
I relax and watch intently. My pants are going to rip if I don’t whip it out soon, but you haven’t given me permission yet. Punishment is not in my mind, but ruining this moment is the last thing I want.
You release a nipple and run your hand down to your skirt. You pause and give me a curt nod. Finally. I unbutton and unzip my pants. My bulge rising from its prison, cloaked in my briefs.
You toss your head to the side. I understand and peel off my pants as you spread your knees and sit on your feet. The curtain of your mini skirt keeps your pussy concealed, but I can see your smooth ass cheeks peeking from below.
I grab the waistband of my briefs and stare into your eyes, waiting for your command. You take a deep breath as your eyes widen. Locked on my package. You bite your lip and continue to twist your nipple. I give you a minute to enjoy and then slowly pull down my waistband, watching your reaction slowly evolve.
Your mouth opens in longing and you nod vigorously, your eyes never leaving the show. As my briefs retreat, revealing my toned upper pubic area, shaved smooth like a marble sculpture, you tease your skirt up to fully expose your glistening mound.
My cock throbs, tugging on my briefs as your lower lips part, juices dripping out as it pulses. I continue to pull down my briefs, revealing inch after inch of hard cock. Your arm pins your skirt up and your hand slips between your thighs to rub gentle circles on your clit.
I have to match your pose, resting on my knees, to keep going since my waistband couldn’t stretch enough in the other position to release my cock head. My eyes are glued to you, watching your face and your pussy grow swollen.
At last, my cock head pops free, slapping against my belly before resting a few inches away. You groan and slip your middle and ring finger inside yourself as you take in my arched mast, standing to attention with all dignity and confidence.
You rub your clit with your palm as your fingers glide in and out of you. Your juices spill over your hand and drip on the floor in a pool. I watch your eyes, but they see nothing but my cock, hard and ready for pleasure. I slowly take a firm grip and pull back my sheath.
“Oh, I shouldn’t have teased myself so much today.” Your voice rises to a shriek as my engorged head glistens in pre-cum.
You fall back and plant your feet on the ground. You thrust your hips forward and rise in a partial bridge, slamming your hand into your cunt.
As you reach your peak, your feet lifting off the ground so only your toes hold you up, the camera falls forward.
“UUGGHH!! UGH!” I hear you scream through the phone and through my door.
“Oh. My. God.” I hear your roommate say. Again, through the phone and door.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.” I now hear you and a quick scramble. The phone pops up to show your sweaty and pale face before it disconnects.
Your door closes across the hall and then I sit in silence. Alone, briefs around my thighs, erection in my hand, I stare at my reflection in my phone’s black screen.
So that’s what you were seeing.
