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Icheckto make sure the door is locked.

Can I really do this? Can I really masturbate for Tom's listening pleasure?

Self-consciousness threatens to overwhelm me.

"You there, kid?" His voice is heavy, breathy.

It encourages me. I need his groans and sighs in my ears. I need him as desperate and wanting as I am. "Yeah."

"Don't tell me you lost your nerve."

"No. I want to. Are you alone?"

"I can be. Hold on a minute." His side of the call goes mute. A few moments later, he's back. "Done."

"I've never used a vibrator before."

"You want me to walk you through it?"

"Okay. Let me get it out."

The vibrator is about six inches long and a little less wide than a... uh... Can I really do this?

"You okay, kid?"

I nod. But he can't see that. "A little intimidated."

"It's hot as hell that you're willing to admit it. Put the phone next to your mouth so I can hear you groaning."

Oh, God, the way he says that, like my groans are his favorite song. I'm already flushed and wanting. I set the phone on the bed, near my ear.

"Take off your t-shirt," he commands.

I pull my top over my head. There's something intimate about doing what he asks.

"You wearing a bra?"

"Yeah. You want a picture?" I offer.

Tom groans. "God yes, but we don't have time." His breath gets heavy. "Tease yourself. Run your fingers over the edge of your bra. Do it lightly, slowly, like I did with your tank top yesterday."

My eyelids flutter closed as I run my fingertips over the edge of my demi-cup. It's a little awkward at first, but Tom's heavy exhales spur me on. I move slowly.

Yes. Pleasure spreads out from my fingertips, over my chest. It's a start. A tease. I need more. "Tom," I groan.

"Take off the bra."

I fling it to the other side of the room. "Done."

He lets out a soft groan. "Rub your thumbs over your nipples."

I'm not nearly as exact as Tom was. It takes a few tries to find a speed and pressure that makes my sex clench.

I groan.

"Whatever that was, do it again."

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