Monday, April 2, 2007

Two Phones and the Internet

“I never do,” I said, covering my face, though she couldn’t see it. I really hoped she’d never ask.

“You don’t masturbate?”

“No. I mean I tried a couple of times and just, I dunno, nothing happened. I felt numb and dry.”

“Get some lube.”


“Get some lube. Go to the Walgreens or whatever and buy some freaking lube.”

“I don’t know if I want to talk about this.”

There was a long pause and the sound of her having a sip of something over the phone.

“Well, I do,” she said, having made up her mind. The only way to get out of this conversation now would have been to get off the phone.

“I just don’t get into it that much,” I said, desperately searching my mind for something else to talk about.

“I’m emailing you a porn site.”

“No! Come on.”

“There, click on it. I’ll watch with you.”

I clicked and the window popped up.

“I’ll give you my password. It’s J. S. Y. R. 1. 3. O. R.”

I hadn’t even found the field for it yet and had to ask her to repeat it. I was shaking, but told myself I was being silly. People do this all the time, right?

“Okay, I’m in. What do I do?”

“It’s a website, Megan, do what you would normally do. Find something you’re interested in and click on it.”

“This one looks pretty normal, I guess. Um, try the….” I couldn’t decide what kind of words to use.

“The one with the guy fucking the girl scissors style?”

“Um. Sure?”

“Okay, we’ll click at the same time. Let me know when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.”

We watched on the count of three. It started with a guy in a ridiculous haircut taking a girl by the sides and pulling her face to him on a couch. Her hair was curly and enormous.

“Her hair is huge,” I said.


He kissed her hard and then tried to gag her with his tongue.

“Are they always this bad?” I asked.

“Usually, but most people fast forward through this part. Don’t say anything, okay? Just watch.”

He grabbed her breast like it was about to run away and she moaned like it was the most amazing thing ever. I took the phone away from my ear so Nina couldn’t hear me laugh. The man in the video took the woman’s hand and put it on his dick. She squealed a little and squirmed down to it. She unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. Things became very silent between me and Nina. The woman in the video slid off the couch and looked up at the man from her knees. He held his dick over her as if to bless her with it. She took it and played with it, her tongue, unnaturally long, slapping it and rubbing it. Then she put it in her fist and sucked it in. I watched her as she went down on him, sometimes in slow motion, sometimes the same shots repeated, her face elongated and slack in the cheek, her eyes watery staring up at him. They would focus in on his face occasionally, bored, really, staring down at her.

Two minutes passed and the only sound was Nina’s breath.

“Are you feeling anything yet?” she asked.

I decided not to lie. I didn’t want to get out of this as much anymore. “A little warm, tingly, kinda. I feel like I’m slowing down.”

“Are you wet?”


“Are you wet?”



I slid the seat of my panties to find out and find myself very wet, to my surprise, swollen too.

“Yeah! Wow!”

“Good, keep watching and then decide what to do.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll talk to you later.”

“Megan, come on. You hang up and you’ll shut it off. I know you will. So stay on the phone.”

“All. Right.”

The man was standing then, his arms akimbo, unclothed, the girl in stockings and high heels sucking him off vigorously. The camera shifted and showed her enormous fingernails on her clit, digging in.

“Are you doing that?” I asked.

“Aren’t you?”

Nina was so fearless, so scary sometimes. I worried about myself around her. Whether I was afraid that I was nothing like her or that I was going to become her, I can’t say for sure. I pushed my panties to the side anyway, though it was hopeless, of course.

“You need to get some of that wet on your fingers,” Nina said. I was blushing, like an awkward boy being forced to dance. I went to the hole and coated my hand.

“Now what?” I asked.



“You don’t know?”

She was not making this easy for me. “I… I don’t know where it is.”

She sighed for me and said, “Okay, here’s what you do. Put your index finger in the entrance to your naughty hole.”

“My ‘naughty hole’?”

“I’m trying not to make you uncomfortable.”

I did. She continued. “Now, there’s something like a ski slope between two folds just above it. Can you find it?”

My fingers stabbed around a bit until the inner lips separated and I saw what she meant, a little ramp.

“I think I’ve got it.”

“Follow it.”

My finger slid up and ran to the top. I pressed in. “There’s a piece of cartilage or something in there.”

“Don’t press that hard. Think of it like trying to clean the keys on your computer without pressing them down.”

I flinched and had to find it again. “Okay.”

“Now, just little flicks…. Cleaning the keyboard…. And keep your nails… away.”

The man had the woman on her back, one heel over his left shoulder, the other on the floor. His face was tense and he was panting. I began to flick.

“Oh God,” I said. It was like being tickled but you didn’t want it to stop.

“There you go,” Nina said. She was gasping, her breaths like wool across the phone.

“Oh God, Nina, holy shit!” There was a zip and a vibration up my spine. My feet were sweating and my knees were shaking.

“Slow down…. You’re gonna come too… too fast.”

The man in the video twisted the girl onto her stomach with her knees on the floor behind her. I tried to keep watching, but my neck was taking my head in all kinds of directions. My eyes were blurring.

Nina began to whine and yelled out, “Fuck!” I heard her lose control over the phone and finally heard it slap to the floor. I let mine go and it rested on my breast. Jolts started where the shaking began in my knees and something terrible, something unbearable, something beautiful tore like a penis shaped arrow through my body. I screamed through my nose, biting my lip, and rode the orgasm, because that’s what it had to be, through to its end. I shivered for a while and felt a new elation change my body for the good, the electric warmth gradually subsiding enough for me to pick up the phone again.



“You came, right?”


“Okay, good. Now, clear the history on your browser and go to bed.”



“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, friend.”

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