Page 55 of Frat House Fling

The answer came by text.Yes.There was no sound from his end of the call. He must’ve muted it.

Stroke yourself from your tight little hole all the way up to your clit. I want to hear you.

I did what he asked, but that didn’t really sound like something he’d be able to hear.

Again.

I kept stroking my slippery, heated skin, and then I moaned. He had to have heard that.

God, that sounded so damn hot. Circle the tip of your finger around your clit.

I propped the phone screen up against a pillow and used one hand to spread myself open, and the other to do as he asked.

So sexy the way you’re breathing so hard. Keep going.

Everything inside me was coiling and tightening. I hadn’t realized there would be this much buildup of pressure. I needed a release, and I knew it was coming. I just didn’t know how it would feel.

Don’t stop.

Involuntarily I started whimpering every time I exhaled. Everything inside me was tensing up.

Rub your finger directly over your clit. Do it now.

I cried out as the intensity ramped up. My legs started trembling.

Put your other hand on your tit. Squeeze your nipple. Hard.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

Don’t stop!

I barely saw his words before I had to close my eyes. The pressure was about to overwhelm me. I couldn’t help making little cries as it rolled closer. I didn’t even know whatittruly was, but I sure as hell wanted to experience it.

I rubbed my clit harder and imagined my finger was his. That it was his large hand squeezing my breast. Then my hips bolted off the bed, and I cried out. My back arched, and my mouth stayed open in a silent scream as waves of pleasure washed over me.

Oh god, oh god, this was too much. And not enough, somehow. The sensations seemed to last forever until I nearly blacked out from lack of oxygen. Then I drew in a long, labored breath and cried out again. My chest rose and fell painfully hard, making my breasts shake. My finger on my clit was too intense now, so I slid my other hand up to my other breast. And squeezed them as the final notes of pleasure rocked through me.

I gasped for air, making whimpering noises as the tension lessened.

“God,” I moaned, trying to regain the ability to think. And breath.

“Is it always like that?” I managed to get out, forgetting he couldn’t answer. “God,” I said again. “Where’s my phone?”

I turned onto my side, squeezing my thighs together, and squealing as an aftershock hit. I’d had no idea it could feel that good. And if it felt this amazing just with me touching myself, what would it have felt like if he’d touched me like that?

My phone had gotten wedged under my pillow, and I fished it out. There were a bunch of unread messages from him, but I focused on the last one.

That was hot as fuck.

I smiled and ended the phone call.I’m back, I texted.

That was utterly fucking incredible to hear. Was that your first orgasm?

Yes, but I think you knew that already.

I did, and I’m so glad I got to hear it.

I hesitated.Did you have one too?

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