27. Call Me

Sylvia

    "Are you coming over tonight?" Alice, or Als as I liked to call her, asked me over the phone.

 

We were supposed to study for our Biology test tomorrow because Barnes gave the worst exams on the entire planet. But I didn't want to head over to her house just yet. I was tired, horny, and damn addicted to ... doing something that I shouldn't. If Als found out-hell, if anyone found out-I would be the laughingstock of the senior class. And that was the last thing I wanted to be.

 

Staring out my bedroom window, I watched Mom drive off to her late shift and locked my bedroom door in case Dad came home early. He always stayed past six p.m., so I didn't think I had to worry. I just ... nobody could find out anything about what I did.

 

"Hellllo?"

 

"I'll be there in two hours," I said, opening my laptop.

 

"Two hours?" Als asked. "What are you doing?"

 

"Nothing!" I said, heart racing in excitement. "Love you!"

 

And with that, I ended the call, slammed my phone down on the table, and signed into the Discord app on my computer under the name Rosy-definitely not my real name because I didn't want anyone to know the real me. If anyone at school found out that I was so desperate for a guy's attention that I had ... maybe cammed once or twice and had been chatting with this guy online for months, I would be done for.

 

It was just so fucking fun to watch a guy get all hot and bothered because of me.

 

I didn't get that kind of attention at school. Ever.

 

Scrolling through my Friends list, I clenched when I saw a green circle pop up next to Chris's name. I didn't think people called him Chris in real life, but that's who he was to me, just like I was Rosy to him.

 

Chris: You wanna chat?

 

After sucking in a sharp breath, I pulled my vibrator out of my desk drawer and adjusted my crop top, so I showed a little bit of cleavage. My chest was so small that something was better than nothing. And Chris liked it, so I didn't mind.

 

Me: I can't talk all night, but YES. <3

 

When an incoming call from Chris popped up onto the screen, I tilted the camera down just enough to where he would only be able to see everything south of my lips and clicked Accept, adrenaline coursing through my veins at the thought of watching him jerk off to me for the fourth night in a row this week.

 

Stretched out on his bed, Chris appeared on the screen with his taut abdomen flexed hard, tattoos crawling up the side of his rib cage. His face was hidden outside of the camera angle, just as my eyes were, and his cock was rock fucking hard.

 

I pressed my thighs together at the sight of him, warmth pooling between my legs. Chris leaned forward slightly, taking his dick in his hand and slowly stroking it already.

 

"Rosy, you look so sexy tonight," he purred, his husky voice drifting into my ears.

 

"I've been thinking about seeing you all day," I said, slipping a hand between my legs to rub my clit through my panties.

 

"You have your toy today?"

Biting down on my lower lip, I grabbed the toy from the desk and showed it to him, drawing my fingers up and down the vibrating shaft.

 

 Chris grunted softly, spit on his hand, and moved his camera closer to his thick and veiny cock. "Suck on it. Get it wet, so it slides right into your tight little hole, Rosy."

 

After placing the tip on my lips, I pushed it slowly into my mouth and sucked my cheeks in, bobbing my head back and forth and back and forth on the dildo and swirling my tongue around the shaft, wanting to make it wet with my spit so I didn't have to use lube later.

 

Chris stroked his cock faster, veins protruding from his bicep. "Just like that ..."

 

"I wish I were sucking your cock," I said, licking up the shaft and letting out a soft moan. "I haven't stopped imagining what it'd be like if you shoved yourself down my throat and pounded into my face."

 

 It was big talk for someone who had never once given a man a blow job in her entire life.

 

 "Fuuuuck," Chris groaned.

 

Pushing the vibrator back into my mouth, I turned to the side and slowly shoved it as far down my throat as it would go. And when the tip of it created a bulge in my throat, I wrapped my hand around my neck and face-fucked myself with it, my panties already soaked through. Spit rolled down my chin and dripped between my cleavage.

 

 "You're so fucking sexy," Chris said, his free hand sprawled across his stomach, fingers curling against the hard muscle. "Pull down your panties, spread your legs, and move the camera down. I wanna see you play with yourself, baby."

 

 Needing a release, I moved the camera down a couple inches, stood to strip off my already-ruined panties, and spread my legs far enough for him to be able to see everything. I placed the pink dildo right against my entrance and slowly pushed it inside of me, turning it on the highest intensity.

 

"Slow it down, Rosy. You don't get to come yet," he said, plump lips curling into a smirk.

 

 I wished that I could see his whole face, watch his eyes wander down my body. But this was all we were and all we could ever be-internet fuck buddies, if I could even call us that.

 

After turning the vibrator back down, I moved the camera closer to my pussy to show him how my walls tugged on the vibrator as I pulled it out, clenching hard around it, always aching to be filled up with something huge, like Chris's cock.

 

"I wanna bury myself inside you," Chris said, stroking harder and faster. "You look so tight. You think your pussy could handle my cock?"

 

Gently thrusting the vibrator in and out of me, I curled my toes. "I don't know," I said breathlessly. "You're so ... so fucking big." Bigger than some of the guys I'd watched in p**n. "You'd stretch me out. I don't know if I'd be able to take it."

 

"It would tear your little tight hole up and stretch that pussy apart," he groaned and stroked faster. "Fucking beg me to fuck you, Rosy. Beg me to fucking destroy it. Beg to fucking turn your vibrator up higher. And beg to come."

 

With my free hand, I rubbed my clit, aching to turn the vibrator up another setting. "Please, Chris. Please, let me do it. I want you inside of me so fucking bad," I pleaded, the pressure building in my core. "I need it now, please."

 

"Move your camera back, so I can see those lips, then you can turn it up."

 

 Once I pushed the camera back-careful not to show my entire face-I turned the vibrator up to a higher intensity and whimpered, the rabbit dildo sending waves of pleasure through my core. I gently tugged on my nipple through my crop top, another surge of ecstasy rushing through me.

 

 "More," I whimpered. "More, please."

 

 "Fuck, baby ... let me see those tits."

After yanking off my top so I sat completely naked inside my room-thank God for door locks-I spread my trembling legs wider and pulled on my nipple again. "Please, Chris. One more setting higher, and I'll ... I'll come for you."

 

 Stroking his cock even faster, he flexed his tattooed abdomen hard. "Do it. Fuck, I'm gonna come with you."

 

I clicked the vibrator on a higher setting and screamed out his name as I came all over the vibrator, an unruly orgasm ripping through my body. Chris groaned again, coming all over his stomach, dick twitching as more cum pumped out.

 

 Pulling my legs together, I turned the vibrator off and gently pulled it out of me; the vibrations were too intense to continue-at least for now. I placed it on my desk, pulled my shirt back on, and took a deep breath.

 

"Oh my God ..." I whispered to myself, still feeling the pleasure rush through me.

 

Chris excused himself to get cleaned off as my phone buzzed beside me, Als name popping up on the screen. I leaned over slightly to read it.

 

Alice: If you come over now, I'll buy you a pizza with pineapple, using my brother's card. ;) Plz, I'm lonely at home.

 

After smiling to myself, I turned my phone upside down and glanced up at the screen to see Chris back and sitting at what seemed to be a table, his face still out of the screen.

 

"You're cute when you smile," he said, a smirk on his lips. "Who are you talking to? A boyfriend?"

 

 "If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't be video-chatting with you," I said, brushing my fingers over my tight brown curls. "And, besides, I don't date. At least, not in this town."

 

 "Oh, come on, with eyes like that-"

 

I sat up taller. "What do you mean, eyes like that? You haven't-"

 

He chuckled. "When you were reading that text, you must've not been paying attention to your camera. It's turned up, facing you. And, fuck, I didn't think I'd been talking to you all these months, Sylvia."

 

The blood drained from my cheeks, my heart leaping in my chest. "What?" I asked, mouth dry. I quickly turned the camera off, a thousand different thoughts racing through my mind. Oh my fucking God. I was fucking screwed.

 

Everyone in this shitty town was going to know that I fucking cammed and met ... whoever the fuck this was. Mom would ground me. Dad would scream. My life would be ruined, absolutely ruined.

 

"Who are you?" I asked through the microphone, nerves creeping up. "How do you know me?"

 

Chris leaned closer, still not showing his face. "I've seen you around Artwood, always thought you were a cutie," he said. "You were right though. You don't date ... but I have a couple friends who might be interested in sharing you with me. I'll see you tomorrow at school. Don't be late."

 

And with that, Chris ended the call.