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“Hey, It’s me.”
Kimmy switches the phone to her other hand and reaches over to turn on her bedside lamp. She rubs her eyes and squints at the clock. “Jimmy… Really? 1:30am?”
“Sorry, I just… I was thinking.”
“That’s never good.”
“Well, it’s been known to happen…” Jimmy sighs, “Listen… Can I come over?”
Kim runs her thumb along the side of her phone. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea…”
“Right…”
An awkward pause.
“Alright, I guess I’ll–” “Wait, Jimmy–” Their voices overlap, then silence as they both pause for the other to speak. Kim starts again, “Jimmy, what do you need from me?”
“It’s not like that, Kim…” She can hear the hurt in his voice.
“I know. It’s late.” Kim looks over at her clock again and sighs. She settles into bed again, pushing the covers down. Props the phone up on her pillow and stares at the faint blue glow.
“Jimmy, I’m in bed… I just pushed the duvet away. Do you want to know what I’m wearing?”
Silence, then the smallest gasp. “Yeah,” comes Jimmy’s hoarse reply.
“The Chicago Cubs shirt you left here. It’s really soft.”
“And?”
Kim slips her hand down her belly– then lower, until she skims the band of her underwear.
“Panties, nothing fancy.”
There is a faint groan on the other end. “Touch yourself,” Jimmy pants softly in Kim’s ear.
“Okay,” Kim sighs. She pushes her hand down, letting her fingertips play over her lips.
“Are you wet?” “No, not yet.” “Okay.”
Kim lets her knees fall open and gently massages her clit. Soon, she can feel her arousal leak from her cunt. “Are you hard?”
“Jesus.” Jimmy’s voice is strangled.
“Are you hard for me, Jimmy?” Kim presses as she increases her fingers’ movements over her clit.
“Yeah, I am. Oh god, Kim.”
“Are you gonna put it inside me?”
There are rhythmic huffs and shallow breaths from the other end.
“Fuck yeah, Kim. I’m inside you. I’m filling you up, stretching you out. You’re so tight.”
Kim smiles a little and adds an exaggerated moan. “You’re so hard, Jimmy. You’re so big.”
“C’mon, Kim, be serious.”
Kim pushes two fingers inside– she’s ready. “I’m so wet, Jimmy. You feel so good in my tight, little pussy.” Jimmy groans.
“You like that, huh?” Kim teases. “Y-yeah, fuck, oh god, Kim.” Jimmy blabbers quietly.
Kim can hear the wet slap of his cock in his hand. She imagines him sitting in that shitty office chair somebody was throwing out, shirt open, tie pulled loose, and his pants still around his ankles. Jimmy’s breathing grows louder, faster. “You feel so good. We’re so good together, Kim, I–” the words fade out, and Kim pretends not to hear. “Shit, uh…”
“Jimmy, shut up. I want your mouth.”
“Okay, okay. I’m there. Your cunt on my tongue, you taste so sweet, Kim.”
Kim hikes up her legs into the air, toes curling, as she feels herself clench around her fingers. She presses the flat of her thumb on her clit, imagining Jimmy’s deft little licks. Kim whines breathily into the air, expelling all the ache out of her body. She gives it all to Jimmy.
“Jesus, Kim, your fucking mouth. It’s obscene.” “Are you close, Jimmy?” “I have been.”
“Can I take you in my mouth? My obscene, fucking mouth?” Jimmy sucks in a sharp breath. “Yeah, do it.”
“I taste you first, the tip of my tongue on the head.” “I want to push it all in so bad.” “Go ahead.”
“Oh god, Kim. Your mouth.” “And a little teeth.” Jimmy strangles out a tight groan. “Okay, a little teeth.”
“I want you inside me, Jimmy. I need you.” The slapping sound returns.
“I flip you over, I’m pounding into your tight, wet cunt. Pulling your ponytail.”
Kim flips onto her knees, face-down into her pillow. She muffles her whimpers.
“What was that? I want you to scream for me.”
Kim turns her head towards the phone, tipped over on the bed.
“Jimmy, I’m close.”
“Ah, fuck, that’s right, baby. You want my cum, huh? You wanna cum?”
“Y-yeah,” Kim chokes out as the beginnings of her orgasm bubble up deep inside her.
Some noise on the phone, and then a shout– far away and faint this time.
“I’m coming, too, Jimmy,” cries out Kim as her cunt flutters around her fingers, wave after wave. Kim pumps a few more times, slowly pulling out the last tendrils of pleasure from her body.
She looks over at the phone, catching her breath and waiting. Finally: “Kim?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. I really… well, you know.”
“Yeah, I do. Goodnight, Jimmy.”
“Goodnight, Kim.”