Page 53 of A Photo Finish
Pretty_in_Purple:Yes.
Jesus. My cock twitches, and my pulse thunders in my ears. I swear I look around my condo just to see if someone is going to jump and out and scream about me being punked or something. This whole scenario just seems so fucking unbelievable.
But she didn’t send me that picture for me to be a shrinking violet. It’s time to play.
Golddigger85:Good. Prop your phone up, swap to video and kneel on your bed.
The chat is silent for a minute, and I wonder if she’s changed her mind as I adjust myself in my pants. Maybe she’ll back out. That’s fine too. Whatever she wants. But, fuck. I hope she wants this. Because I do. To see the real thing rather than imagining her while lying around with my cock in my hand.
Her face fills the screen, and I feel like someone just suctioned all the air out of my lungs and left me on the ground gasping. She’s incredible. Fascinating—ethereal almost. Eyes a little too big, cheeks a little too full, chin a little too sharp.
“Hi, Butterface.” A small smile touches her mouth, and her cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink. I love that. She’s genuine. She’s brave.
She’s fucking beautiful. The kind of beauty that makes you stop and stare. The kind of beauty you want to study. I don’t draw, but suddenly I’m overcome by the need to sketch her face. Her rosebud mouth. To document her. She’s like a porcelain doll.
Yeah. And you’re going to fucking shatter her.
I brush my intrusive thoughts aside. I wouldn’t. I can be a gentleman. I liked her long before I knew she’d make my heart seize up in my chest. We were friends first.
This is fine.
I turn my microphone on, but don’t accept the app’s request to access my camera. That can never happen. Not only am I probably too recognizable, but I hate the thought of opening myself up again. To be ridiculed and made to feel less than. I won’t ever do that again. That took me too low, and I have too much baggage to dip down into that headspace again.
“You are fucking beautiful,” I say, hating how gravelly my voice comes out. I sound downright emotional.
She looks away with a quiet “Thank you.” Her legs are squeezed together tight, and she holds her arms over her torso like a shield.
“Are you uncomfortable?”
Her eyes roll, and her laugh comes out as a nervous titter before she looks straight into the camera. Pinning me with her gaze, crystalline like the water in the tropics. “Of course, I am. I’ve never done this before.”
Does it make me a douche for wanting to beat my chest over that? Probably. But I don’t care. She hasn’t done this with anyone before, but she’s doing it with me. My sad, tattered sense of self-worth latches onto that knowledge with a death grip. “What can I do to make it better for you?”
I watch goosebumps rise across her forearms as she rubs her biceps as if that might comfort her. “Turn your camera on.” She rolls her lips together, her expression implying that she already knows I’m going to deny her request.
I’m hit with an overwhelming sense of shame that I can’t do this for her. The one thing she wants. I just can’t. My voice cracks when I admit it to her. “I can’t.”
One small dip of her chin later, she drops her arms, baring her naked body to me. “Okay. Then talk. You promised me the best orgasm of my life.”
My cock jumps again as I watch her mouth make the “o” shape that goes with saying “orgasm”, and I pull it out of my pants, gripping it tightly, jerking it a few times. Pretending it’s her soft hand instead of mine.
“Do you have a toy you like?”
Her tongue darts out over her lips, and her voice is breathy as she replies, “Yes.”
“Good. Get it out, but don’t use it yet. I want to watch you fuck your fingers first.”
My palm rasps over my steely length. I’m sure she can hear me fucking my hand while I watch her, but I’m beyond caring.
“Jesus,” she mutters as she leans over toward the bedside table, trying not to show too much. Like she’s going to be able to avoid that.
“Now lie back on your pillows and spread your legs.”
She flushes deep crimson as her legs slowly part.
Holy fuck.I growl and pump harder at my dick, feeling my balls tighten at the sight. Never has someone looked so perfectly made for me. The teeth digging into her lip, the pretty pink that applies to what’s between her legs as well. The only thing that’s missing is my cum on her tits.
I wish I were there to touch her. To press her knees wide open and then run my fingers through her wet heat. To feel her pussy twitch and squeeze and go slick around me. I’m panting at the thought, trying to keep myself from blowing already. I need to slow down.
