Page 54 of Frat House Fling

He continued on.Spread your legs.

Damn, how could such a short command make my blood pound between my legs? A feeling of tension that was almost uncomfortable rocketed through me, but I did as he said.

Trace the line of your slit with your index finger.I don’t know how, but he seemed to know that I was doing as he asked.

And enjoying it.

Has anyone ever touched you there?

I thought about refusing to answer the question, as he sometimes did, but who was I kidding? He knew I was a virgin.No.

Good. Dip your finger in between your lips.

OK. It’s so slippery.

I wish I could taste it.

You do?

Very much so. Spread the moisture around, up and down your folds.

My breathing grew more ragged as I did. My nipples were still hard, and pressing against the weight of the heavy blanket.

Does it feel good?

Really good.

I wish I could see the look of pleasure on your face. Have you ever rubbed your clit before?

No. But once, when I stayed over at a friend’s house, there was a handheld showerhead in their bathroom, and I discovered how good it had felt to direct the water to that specific spot.

Do it for me. Do it now.

I wiggled my finger around until I found the swollen little nub, and I moaned, dropping the phone. The screen went dark, and I had to use two hands to pull up his messages again.It’s hard to do that and type.

Tell me about it. I think that whole typing with one hand thing is a little easier for guys.

I didn’t entirely know what he was talking about, but I didn’t care.It felt really good before I had to take my hand away.

Then don’t.

What do you mean?I was a little hurt that he didn’t want to continue this through to completion.

Don’t waste those hot little hands on something as ordinary as the phone screen. Use them to make yourself scream instead. Time to go hands-free, babe.

I don’t understand.

Call me,he texted, and my breath caught in my throat.I’ll type to you, and you can answer me out loud.

My heart rate doubled.I don’t think I can.

You’re wrong. I know you can. Just do it, Hailey. Give your body what it wants. Don’t think, just do it.

My mind wasn’t entirely on board, but my hand obeyed his orders. I hit the call button next to his name, something I never thought I would do.

Good girl.

Suddenly my mouth was dry. “Can—can you hear me?”

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