Page 75 of Making It Count

“Fuck,” Shay repeated and slipped her hand into her underwear. “Yes.”

It would be harder to type with one hand, but it would be worth it.

Layne: You stopped by earlier to study together, but I hadn’t seen you all day, and I needed you.

Shay: What did you need?

Layne: To touch you everywhere.

“Jesus,” Shay said and started stroking her clit.

Shay: Where did you touch me first, baby?

Layne: Are you?

“Oh, shit.”

Shay: Yes, sorry. I am.

Layne: Me too.

Shay: What are you wearing?

Layne: Sweats and my boy shorts. Shirt is off. No bra.

“I fucking hate this.” Shay grunted because she should be there with Layne right now and not trying to picture what she looked like in this moment.

Shay: I’m only in my panties. No shirt or bra, and no pants. I got ready for this.

Layne: Really? Babe, really?

Shay: Yes. My nipples are so hard.

Layne: Are you… you know?

Shay smirked and typed.

Shay: Am I what?

Layne: Are you wet?

Shay blew out a big breath.

Shay: God, yes.

Layne: What color are they?

Shay: Blue. Your favorite color.

Layne: I want you.

Shay: I want you, too. Tell me.

Shay stroked herself and waited for Layne’s next message to appear.

Layne: I’m naked. I took everything off.

“She’s going to kill me,” Shay said, closing her eyes and doing the best she could to picture a very naked Layne in her bed touching herself while Shay stroked her own clit just as her phone dinged again and she opened her eyes.

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