Even after midnight I lie restlessly tossing and turning in bed. I’m so incredibly turned on and horny that I just can’t fall asleep. Sophie lies beside me, deep in sleep; I can hear her calm, steady breathing. I look at her carefully in the light of the full moon shining through the gap where the curtains aren’t quite closed.
She’s on her side, half under the duvet because of the warmth in the room, her face turned toward me. She’s tall and slender; one leg is drawn up above the duvet and I can see the curve of her hip with her narrow waist above it. Her arms are folded in front of her chest, one under the duvet and the other on top, so I can’t really see her breasts. My gaze travels up her slender neck to her pretty face. Her long blonde hair is tucked behind her ear; she has the cutest little ears. And her nose isn’t big either, though the tip tilts up a little—such a cute little upturned nose with a few freckles beside it. Her eyes are closed, but otherwise I would have been able to see her beautiful blue eyes.
She’s really the opposite of me. I have long dark hair and brown eyes, I’m not that tall, and while I am slim I’m not as slender as she is. My hips are wider and I have bigger buttocks. My breasts aren’t large, but despite her slender figure Sophie still has larger breasts. I want so badly to kiss and caress her, to feel her hands and lips everywhere, but I don’t want to wake her either. So I’ll just treat myself for a bit. Carefully I push the duvet off with one leg. Lying on my back I gently run my fingers along my pussy and feel how wet I am and how hot it is between my legs. Softly and secretly I stroke further, slowly; I don’t dare go faster. I turn onto my stomach with my arms under my belly so it might be less noticeable, and I move my hips gently so that each time my clit slides over my hand. It’s not going fast enough and it feels a bit strange doing it next to someone who’s asleep. I decide to get out of bed and get something to drink.
Carefully I slip out of bed and pick my thong up from the floor to put it on. I always sleep completely naked—I’ve done that since my teenage years—except when I’m on my period, then I wear panties because of the pad. Softly I open and close the door, walk to the kitchen for a glass of cola, and then to the sofa. It’s still warm in the living room too; the thermostat shows 23.8. Our apartment is right at the top of the building and on sunny days the temperature can rise a lot because of the flat roof. For a moment I stand by the window looking outside. The moon is directly above the building across the parking lot and lights up almost the entire living room. The windows are tilted open and I can feel a little fresh air coming in—just a little, because the wind has long since died down. I pick up my phone and sit on the sofa, scrolling a bit while I finish the cola.
There’s an unread chat message from Lars. He asks how my evening was and wishes me goodnight; he’s been to the cinema. I don’t like the cinema. Sitting still in a seat for an hour and a half to two hours isn’t for me, and I can’t keep my attention on the film that long either—my thoughts quickly wander off in all directions. I also usually finish the whole bag of popcorn within ten minutes, which makes me extra thirsty so I down half a litre of cola in one go, which then means I have to go to the toilet half an hour later and awkwardly walk out of the auditorium in the middle of the film. I decide to send him a reply even though he won’t read it until tomorrow morning. I went to the gym and after showering watched a series here at home with Sophie for a bit, then we went to bed, but I can’t fall asleep and I’m wide awake now, I write to him. I also decide to tell him why I can’t sleep: estoy caliente y mojada. I deliberately write it in Spanish because I’m a bit embarrassed about it and in Dutch it feels too direct. I put the phone down and stare blankly for a moment at the empty glass I’m holding between my drawn-up knees.
The phone lights up so I check and see that Lars has replied. Are you still awake too? Everyone here is already in bed. We chat a bit about something he’d written earlier, but the conversation quickly turns to what we would do if we met each other. This is a fantasy we’ve worked out together more often before, back when we still had a lot of chat contact and messaged each other all day every day. That was so exciting then and I really fell hopelessly in love with him. An impossible love, because I have a relationship and he’s married with children. From his replies I can tell he’s turned on, but he doesn’t lay it on thick. Very subtly he describes the fantasy, slipping in the occasional explicit comment so I’m not sure whether it belongs to the fantasy or is happening right now. But I get even more turned on by what he writes and also because I feel that he’s turned on too. Reading with the phone in one hand, I have my other hand under my thong and gently stroke along my labia, feeling myself get wetter with every sentence I read.
I grow impatient and want to take spontaneous action. I hesitate for a moment and have to gather some courage; I never normally send photos. This is something I agreed with Sophie—no sexting, no photos, etc.—because she considers that cheating, and normally I would stick to that. But now I’m so horny and I feel that somewhere I still have feelings for him; at least I feel sexually attracted to him. I rest my phone on my belly and point the camera at my stomach and upper thighs, then pull my thong aside and take a photo. I open the photo and crop it a little to keep any identifying features out of the frame. I open the chat again and see that his status says he’s typing. I take three deep breaths and send the photo. His status changes, so he’s stopped typing. How will he react? A few long seconds of silence, then it says he’s typing again. Oh fuck, you’re so perfect, appears on the screen, you make me wild, knowing what you’re doing there, you little minx! I take off my thong and sit back comfortably on the sofa with my legs spread.
Gently stroking through and along my labia I read what appears on my screen and then start rubbing my clit. My breathing speeds up a little and I moan softly. Then I stop, because I want to send something back, let him know how horny I am and that I want him, but I don’t know exactly what to write. I want your face between my thighs, you licking me all over while I run my hands through your hair, I type, and quickly hit send before I can change my mind. Lars sends a photo of his hard cock, half from the side, and you can also see some of his belly and upper thighs. A beautiful pink shiny head, so inviting that I immediately feel the urge to take him in my mouth. His proud erection curves up a little and shows a few veins. Average thickness and length; I estimate it would reach about to his navel if his cock were lying on his belly. Really a beautiful shape, and I already imagine my hand slowly stroking him while I deep-throat him. Wow, I have to show that to my amigas, I reply in an attempt to be funny, and then quickly add, I find your cock so hot, I’d love to have it in my mouth right now.
Then I put the phone on the armrest of the sofa and while I read his messages I continue with what I was doing. With one hand I rub my clit and with the middle finger of my other hand I circle the entrance of my pussy. I feel how very wet I am, and when I push my finger inside a little moisture flows out. It always feels so incredibly good the first time something slides into me; in a strange way I feel both satisfaction and relief at the same time, because the longing I have to feel something inside me is finally being soothed. While I rub my clit I move my middle finger in and out of my pussy a few times and then push my ring finger in as well—oh, that feels so good. I feel my fingers sliding along the entrance and my labia while my pussy grips my fingers tightly. My breathing speeds up again and matches the tempo of my fingers moving back and forth. I stop looking at my screen and lean my head back against the sofa, starting to pant softly with my eyes closed, fantasising that Lars is thrusting his cock hard into me.
I want Lars to know how horny and turned on I am right now, so I stop for a moment and pick up the phone. I want so badly to be fucked by you right now, really taken hard here on the sofa, I type. With my head on the armrest and my knees on the seat, my little bottom pushed high up, I write next, fantasising in my mind that he’s standing behind me and I can see us in the reflection of the window. I put the phone down again and quickly put my two fingers back inside me and start rubbing my clit harder. I try to be quiet because I’m afraid of waking Sophie, but I pant and moan unconsciously louder than I’d like. I’m close to coming, he writes then, and I find it so exciting and arousing that we’re satisfying ourselves at the same time, but I’d find it really hot if he came while looking at my pussy on his screen. I decide to see if I have a suitable photo on my phone, because Sophie once took a whole series of photos of me and sent them to me. I find a photo she took from behind while I was bent forward; my pussy and buttocks are clearly visible. Hastily I crop the photo so my face isn’t visible and send it to him.
I quickly continue rubbing and fingering myself while waiting for his reaction. I want you so fucking badly right now, he writes, what a beautiful pussy you have, really perfect! It turns me on so enormously that he’s jerking off to my photo that I quickly reach the plateau just before climax. When I feel I’m really about to come I quickly type him a message: I’m almost there! Letting him know I’m going to come turns me on even more and I speed up. My pussy is so wet that with every movement moisture comes with it; a wet sound can be heard, almost louder than my panting. I feel my pussy starting to tighten, clamping briefly but firmly around my fingers again and again, almost pushing them out, and I take my fingers out of my pussy to concentrate on my clit. Lars sends a photo; I see a half-hard cock and a large load of cum on his belly. It’s even on my chest and shoulders, he writes underneath. He came on the photo of my pussy, I realise, and that horny thought makes me come too, with a long moan I climax intensely. I feel the pulsing release between my legs lasting for seconds and then slowly ebbing away while I hang panting and exhausted back on the sofa, gently rubbing my clit afterwards.
Savouring it I stay sitting like that with my eyes closed, legs wide, and I feel the cool air on the wet parts of my lower body—god, that was hot! Then I suddenly startle at a sound in the living room. Sophie is standing in the doorway and asks, “Was it nice?” Startled I quickly glance at my phone, but luckily the screen has gone dark and nothing is visible. “Wonderful,” I answer her, “I really needed that, I was so horny I just couldn’t sleep. I didn’t wake you, did I?” “It’s fine,” Sophie says, and gives me a delicious tongue kiss while she slips a finger into my pussy. Licking her finger she walks back to the bedroom; my gaze follows her, her round little buttocks moving so beautifully—I love her so enormously. I came so hard, I send to Lars. Me too, I needed several tissues to clean everything up haha, he replies. I’m going to the toilet for a moment to dry everything and then back to bed, thanks for the delicious orgasm darling, I send back. I’m going to sleep too, it’s 2:38 now, thanks for everything, it was really nice again, to which I reply with chau te amo, goodnight sweetheart. While I’m on the toilet a last message from Lars comes in: and I love you, goodnight little minx.
When I walk into the bedroom and get into bed, Sophie snuggles up against me. When we lie spooning I’m always the little spoon, and that’s how I fall asleep, deliciously satisfied and relaxed with Sophie’s arm around me at my belly and breasts and her leg as far up as possible between my legs.
