"Ok, well he’s at least that big."
I could hear her gasp, and there was something about hearing that coupled with the retelling of what I’d seen that sent a naughty little pulse of heat into my pussy. I could feel my panties growing a little wet siting there in my bed, and I bit my lip and squeezed my legs together as I thought about what I’d seen.
“So, um, did you watch the whole thing?” Anna’s voice sounded slightly husked on the other end of the phone, her breath heavy into the receiver. “I mean, did you watch him-“
“Come?” I said quickly, feeling my pussy throb at the word.
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “That.”
“Uh-huh.”
I could hear Anna’s breath catch over the phone, and I felt the heat bloom through my body, radiating out from between my legs as I pictured the scene again. How his head had been thrown back, how his muscles had strained, how his big fat cock had throbbed in his hand. I could feel the wet heat soaking into my panties, and before I could even second guess what I was doing, I was slipping my fingers into the waist and pushing them over my hips and kicking them down my legs.
It felt so naughty and so thrilling being on the phone with Anna while I was this hot and pulling my panties down, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to tell her everything.
“There was so much of it, Anna,” I said quietly, biting my lip and closing my eyes and letting my hand slide over my hips.
“Oh my God, you really watched him come?” She said, her voice thick and heavy.
“Yeah, and get this: he was using my panties to do it.”
Anna moaned over the phone.
Yeah, okay, it should have been weird. But maybe it was because we were so close, or that I was already so turned on going over the story with her, but for some reason, it wasn’t weird at all.
In fact, it was kind of hot.
I started to tell her about the pictures I’d found, and of coming into find my panties missing, and then seeing them wrapped around Tyler’s fat cock. And the more I told her, the hotter I got, until I was actually playing with my pussy while I recounted the story to her. I had my eyes closed as I described his cock, and the way his face had looked, and the how much cum had spurted out into my panties to Anna. And I could hear her breath coming quicker and more labored, and the thought that my story had her as hot as I was only got me wetter.
“Oh my God,” she gasped out into the phone. “He said your name?!”
“M-hmm…” I bit my lip, sinking a finger deep into my pussy while my other hand rolled over my clit. I didn’t care anymore that I was masturbating on the phone with my best friend. And I didn’t care that I was pretty sure she was doing the same thing. It felt so wrong and so hot at the same time to share this with her; like I was letting her in on this wicked secret.
“That’s so fucking hot, Chris,” Anna said thickly. “Can you even imagine what he would have done if you’d just walked in?”
I moaned quietly, thinking through the fantasy of slipping into his office while he stroked his big dick. I imagined letting my bikini drop to the ground and kneeling between his legs, pushing his hands away and replacing them with my own. I pictured tasting him, and sucking on him. I imagined what his mouth would feel like, or how his tongue would feel lapping over my clit.
I could hear Anna gasp quietly over the phone as I squeezed my eyes shut and fingered my pussy, imagining letting Tyler bend me over his desk and bury every thick inch of that cock inside my virgin cunt.
“I-” I could hear Anna take a gasping
breath. “I have to go,” she said quickly.
“Yeah, uh, me too,” I said, biting my lip and forcing my fingers to stop for a moment. “So, tomorrow?”
“Yeah, train station,” She said quickly and breathlessly. “Don’t stand me up, punk,” she finished with a giggle.
I’d barely hung up the phone before I was gasping into my pillow as my fingers plunged into my dripping wet slit, coming hard to the image of Tyler Weaver taking me for the first time.
*****
There was one second of blushed awkwardness when I met up with Anna at the train station the next day. One quick look exchanged between the two of us, knowing fully well what had happened on the phone. But it was quickly brushed aside in the emotional madness of hugging parents and dragging suitcases onto the train. And then we were off, and that singular moment was forgotten as we plunged head-first into life away from home.
Chapter 7
Christina
Anna and I fell into the routine of being college freshman pretty quickly. We debated and then agreed on how we wanted to decorate our dorm room, figured out which days of the week had the best food at the cafeteria, and learned that homework at college was a whole other level than what we’d seen in high school.