by Hart, Emma
NN: I fuck you with my fingers. My thumb is rubbing your clit as I move them inside you. You’re moaning and moving your hips, fucking my hand furiously.
I slid my hand down my body and between my legs. I hesitated, but only for a second.
I moved my fingers beneath my comfy, cotton panties and into the wetness that existed for real. My clit was aching in real life, and I softly circled it with my middle finger.
NN: I stop you and replace my fingers with my mouth. My tongue finds your clit and I suck hard, pulsing the tip of my tongue against it.
Heat flushed my body.
NN: You come in my mouth, filling the room with your moans of pleasure. I run my tongue over your pussy, tasting you in my mouth.
ME: You should fuck me now.
NN: I pull away and kiss you roughly so you taste your own cum. Then I stand and flip you over, smacking your ass as you land on your front. I yank off your underwear and you climb on your knees, giving me a full view of your wet pussy.
This was getting dicey.
ME: I slip my hand between my legs and rub my clit while I wait for you.
NN: Mm. I stroke my cock while you watch, then I part your ass cheeks and push my cock into your pussy.
I switched hands, putting my phone in my left, and slipped my right hand between my legs. I was wet as hell, and my clit was begging me to touch it, so I did.
I rubbed it gently, but his messages came thick and fast.
NN: You moan instantly. You love having me inside you.
NN: I grab your hips and fuck you hard, burying my cock deep inside you. You grind against me, taking my cock like it’s nothing.
NN: I grab your hand and wind it around my fist, pulling your head back so your back is arched. I fuck you harder and deeper. You moan so hard you’re practically screaming, but you love this.
NN: Rub your clit while I fuck you. You do as you’re told, sliding one hand between your legs to rub your clit.
NN: I want you to come all over my cock, so you rub harder.
NN: You come so fucking hard that I do, too, and I hold your ass against me as I come inside you.
Like a flipped switch, I come in real life. I writhe against my own hand, and it’s my own, empty room that’s filled with a quiet moan.
Mother. Of. God.
A couple of minutes later, I finally text him back.
ME: Holy shit.
NN: I guess you enjoyed that as much as I did.
ME: I’ve never gotten off to a stranger before, but it worked.
NN: *laughing face emoji*
NN: Same time tomorrow, stranger?
ME: What the hell. Sure. Let’s do it.
NN: It’s your turn tomorrow.
I put the phone down and buried my face in my pillow.
I guess I had some research on how to sext to do.
And yes, a small part of me recognized that this was really fucking weird. Wrong, almost.
No, definitely wrong.
Would it be wrong to ask to see the date of birth on his driver’s license before I cyber-fucked him tomorrow?
Eh, no more wrong that what I just did.
I rubbed my arm down my face and went to clean up in the bathroom. I changed my underwear out for clean ones and climbed into bed, then checked my phone.
No text messages.
I guess we really were done until tomorrow.
CHAPTER TWO – HANNAH
Yeehaw, Cowgirl
All I could think was: I’d tiddled my winks.
I’d barely slept all night. I didn’t need an intervention to know why: my brain was berating me for making the decision I had last night.
It was the last time I listened to Immy and Fran, that was for sure.
Why had I done it? I mean, I really did have no idea who was on the other end. I’d be hard-pressed to think it was a teenager, mind you, with a mouth like that.
Teenagers did not dirty talk like that.
At least they hadn’t when I was a teenager.
I wasn’t the kind of person who did that stuff. Now, this wasn’t me being that person who said they weren’t that person just to save face. I had no face to save. I just genuinely, really, honestly wasn’t that kind of person.
If I was, I’d have sexted by now, don’tcha think?
Anyway.
I had to think long and hard about whether or not I’d do it tonight. All I had to do was block his number and it would be over, but I didn’t know if I had the balls to do that.
Honestly, I clenched a little whenever I thought about it.
I was out of sorts this morning which was why I’d almost put my cereal down for Lucifer. Thankfully, I’d stopped that before Lord Sneeze-a-lot managed to get close to my Cheerios, and order was restored shortly after.
Thankfully.
I drained the last of the milk from the bowl down the plughole and put the bowl in the sink when it was all gone. After a quick rinse of my hands, I grabbed my purse and phone from the kitchen counter and headed for the door. Lucifer was sleeping on the couch and I didn’t have the time to get it off, so I left the kitten there.
In all honesty, I’d spent far too long in the shower this morning blathering over what I’d done last night. I’d even argued with the shampoo bottle, mostly because I was, well—
I was probably going the way of Grandma Jen.
Totally insane.
I locked the front door behind me and ran to my car. I was this close to being late, and since it was Saturday and Immy wanted me to keep the store open while she taught her class, I wasn’t sure it would go down too well.
I fumbled with my keys as I tried to get the car fob to unlock it. The metal slipped through my fingers, landing on the driveway with a clatter that seemed to echo down the street.
“Oh, shit!” I hissed, stepping back so I could retrieve them.
“I got it.” The crisp, British accent made me freeze.
One day, I would be able to be normal around Isaac.
“Here.” Isaac grinned as he handed me my keys.
I cleared my throat. “Thanks.”
“In a hurry?” He raised one dark eyebrow.
“Yeah. Spent too long in the shower.” Goddamn it, Hannah, he doesn’t need to know that!
“Work-work or the art store?”
“Art store,” I replied. “Are you finishing now?”
“Nope, just leaving.” He gave me another lopsided grin and ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, then rubbed his stubbled jaw thoughtfully. “Hey, do you still have the kitten?”
Huh. He remembered.
“Yeah. I was gonna take it to a shelter, but I think it’s kind of attached to my sofa.”
He chuckled. “How is it? He? She?”
“I have no idea. It’s just Lucifer to me. It’s fine. Eating like the internet says it should.”
His unfairly sexy grin was still tugged to one side. “Amazing. You live next to a veterinarian, and you’re using Dr. Google.”
My cheeks flushed.
He touched my arm, laughing. “Don’t worry. If you want, I can come over when I’m off in a few days. It’s probably going to need some vaccinations soon.”
Oh. Crap. That was true.
“Sure,” I managed to squeak out. “That would be great.”
“All right. I’ll let you know.” One more grin and he headed for his car. “Have a good day, Hannah.”
He winked.
Lord have mercy on my ovaries.
Between my sexy stranger and my sexy neighbor, they were gonna need some prayers.
I got into my car and pulled out, following Isaac to the end of the road. He turned left while I turned right, and he honked a goodbye before disappearing.
I wiped the image of him from my mind. Seriously, it was unfair that someone who looked like he’d been chiseled by an Italian sculptor also had the sexiest accent known to man.
There was something so, so wrong about it.
God knows what he was
doing living in Bumfuck, USA. He should have been married to a European princess or someone equally as important.
I took a deep breath as I approached Main Street. Immy’s car was already outside the store, and I pulled into the spot behind her. My car only just squeezed in there thanks to the jerk behind taking up about ten spots with what I was sure was either a limo or a Hummer.
Maybe it was just an army tank.
I grabbed my purse from the front seat and went inside. She was arranging the yarn into their correct spaces and pricing some others for the sale basket. I joined her, taking the pricing gun from the side table.
“Morning,” she said brightly. “How was your night?”
I didn’t need to be smart to catch the inflection in her tone. “It was fine. How was yours?”
“Went home, had good sex. You?”
I pursed my lips. “I had a good night’s sleep.”
“Hannah.” She shoved a ball of yarn and me and glared. “What happened with your new friend?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Hadn’t I already been over this a thousand times with my own brain this morning? Did I need to rehash it with her, too?
“Nothing happened.”
“Look me in the eye and say that.”
“Oh, go away.”
She laughed, twirling in a circle. “I knew it!”
“You’re way too invested in the actions of my clitoris,” I told her, pricing the label on the yarn.
“Yeah, I am! Do you know anything about the person?”
“Nope. I intend it to stay that way.”
“Stay that way? Are you going to sext again?”
“What are you, sixteen?”
“I feel like it. This is exciting, Han! Way more exciting than my life.”
“I’ll tell Mason you said that,” I replied, taking another yarn from her. “How much for this one?”
“One-ninety-nine,” Immy responded. “But are you really doing it again?”
I shrugged. “I’ll let you know tomorrow. Is it book club?”
“You’re not changing the subject, Hannah.”
“I think you’ll find I am,” I retorted smartly. “Is it book club tomorrow?”
Immy rolled her eyes, but she gave in. “Yes, it’s book club tomorrow. Are you coming?”
“Depends. Has Grandma found me another date yet?”
“No idea. She watched that episode of Friends where Phoebe’s grandma crosses out the dead people in the Yellow Pages. She’s been doing that for the past three days.”
“Does she even know those people?”
“No, but she has now taken to pointing at the wedding and new baby announcements and wondering out loud when it’ll be me.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Is that before or after the obituaries?”
“Before. Apparently, she needs the obituaries to cheer her up.” Immy gave me a withering look. “The woman is one head bang away from being institutionalized.”
That was slightly dramatic.
“I don’t really want to come,” I admitted. “Do I have to?”
“You don’t have to, but you should. To be a good granddaughter.”
“I’m not going so you can run off.” I tossed the yarn I’d just priced into the basket. “If you do that, I’m leaving them on their own.”
Immy’s face wrinkled up, but she dropped the expression and sighed. “Fine. Okay. I won’t run away.”
“Good.”
“But you’re going to tell me all about your late night escapade with your number neighbor.”
I sighed, heavier than she had. “Fine.”
***
NN: Hey, stranger.
“Lucifer, to bed.” I scooped up the kitten and put it in the kitchen in its bed. He meowed then sneezed, snotting all over my wall. I quickly wiped up the mess before scratching the kitten under its ear and saying goodnight.
Butterflies exploded in my stomach as I shut my bedroom door behind me. I really was starting to question my own sanity in doing this, but at this point, I had nothing to lose.
I also had nothing better to do on a Saturday night.
I needed to address that issue soon.
ME: Hey.
NN: Good day?
ME: Is it normal to make small talk before you sext?
NN: Do you have a filter between your brain and your fingers?
ME: No. That was lost generations ago. If you think I’m bad, you should meet my grandmother.
NN: Maybe just the virtual sex for tonight.
I wished I was that lucky.
ME: Okay.
ME: Um, should I start?
NN: If you’re ready to. Go ahead.
ME: Okay.
And… nothing.
Goddamn it.
It couldn’t be that hard, could it? I’d watched plenty of porn. I’d had sex. I knew how people parked the car in the garage.
I could totally do this.
My thumbs hovered over my phone.
I could not do this.
What if I watched porn? Maybe it would get my motor running a little. Give me some ideas. Ease me into it a little.
Yeah. Porn. That was what I needed.
Okay.
I could do this.
I clicked onto my phone browser and opened a new incognito tab. I typed in the address of the only porn site I’d ever watched and scrolled the homepage. The videos played highlights if I lightly touched the thumbnails.
Two girls and a guy. Hot as hell, but one too many people for this scenario.
Two gay guys. Not really my cup of tea, and also one was the wrong gender.
A black taxi video. Too public.
Stepmom and stepson. A little too close to the line for this girl.
Finally, on page three of the ‘hot right now’ videos, I found a hot guy and a girl where she seemed to be a little in control. The highlights showed a long blow job scene before she sat on him, and that was exactly the kind of thing I was going for with this.
I watched for a few minutes, skipping the so-called story in the beginning. I had no idea why porn makers did that.
Nobody watched porn for the story, Karen.
Anyway.
I digress.
The girl slipped into the bathroom where he was taking a shower. His dick was already hard, and she watched him for a minute, playing with herself, until he caught her. She went in and the video cut to a long blow job scene, both in the shower and on the bed, and then they fucked.
I could write that out.
It wasn’t that hard.
NN: You writing me an essay?
ME: Don’t be so impatient. I had to watch porn for ideas.
NN: Does that mean you’re wet before we’ve even started? Seems unfair.
ME: You’re welcome to give yourself an erection if you’d like.
NN: You didn’t answer the question.
ME: Yes, I’m wet. Now shut up and let me sext the shit out of you.
NN: *zipper-lip emoji*
ME: Thank you.
All right, Hannah.
You got this, girl.
Let’s do this.
ME: You’re in the shower. You’re thinking about what you’re going to do to me when I get home from work, but you don’t realize I’m already home.
NN:.. I like it.
Thank you, PornHub.
ME: I can hear you in the shower, so I go upstairs to where you are and creep toward the bathroom door. You’re naked, and your cock is hard. Your hand is wrapped round it, and you’re getting yourself off while you’re thinking about me.
ME: I strip naked and slip my hand between my legs. I’m turned on at the thought of you getting yourself off to me. I play with my clit and cup my breast as I watch you.
NN: Shit.
ME: You see me and tell me to get in the shower. I do as you say, licking my wetness off my finger before joining you. Inside I kiss you, letting you taste me on my tongue.
NN: I’m so hard right now.
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br /> Oooh, I’m not so bad at this.
ME: I kiss down your body until I reach your cock. I wrap my fingers around the base of it and flick my tongue against the tip. You moan, reaching down, and I take your cock in my mouth and suck.
ME: You wind your fingers in my hair, holding me there. I suck your cock hard, taking it deeply into my mouth, almost to my throat. My fingers grip into your ass and you drag me up, kissing me hard. Your cock presses against me as you yank me out of the shower and toward the bedroom.
My clit was aching now, harder than it was while flicking through the porn. I needed both hands to type this much, so I quickly rolled over on the bed to reach my nightstand. My bullet vibrator was right there. I snatched it out of the drawer and sat back up against the wall, putting it between my legs.
I’d turn it on when I really, really had to.
I still had half a porn script to write, thank you very much.
ME: I push you onto the bed and you sit on the end. I kneel in front of you and put your cock in my mouth again. You moan and grab my hair again, and you fuck my mouth. I pull back and circle the tip of your cock with my tongue.
Shit. How else did you describe a blow job?
ME: I suck on the every end of your cock, pressing my tongue against the tip. It’s too much for you and you grab my upper arms, pulling me on top of you. I straddle you, putting my knees either side of your hips, and rub my wet pussy against your hard cock.
I reached down between my legs and pushed the little button on the end of the bullet. It buzzed to life, and after a second of adjustment, I closed my legs to hold it in place and tapped once again at the screen for what I hoped would be the grand finale.
