It began like any other lazy Sunday afternoon. The kind that stretches out before you like a warm, inviting nap. The sun had just started to dip below the horizon, casting the room in a soft orange glow that danced on the dusty bookshelves. I was lounging on the couch, scrolling through social media.
My phone buzzed in my hand like a tiny beacon of distraction.
“What are you up to?” I sent the message to Teju. I was expecting the usual banter about our weekend escapades or the latest gossip. Her response was instant. The vibration of my phone was a silent promise of something more.
“Just bored,” she replied, a smirk playing in the corners of her words.
I could almost hear the mischief in her tone, and my curiosity piqued. “Wanna spice things up?” I asked, feeling a thrill at the possibility of a flirty exchange.
Teju’s response was swift and unexpected. “How about we play a game?” she suggested, the words sending a shiver down my spine. I had known Teju for years. She was my confidant, my go-to for all things intimate and personal. But this was new territory for us.
“Okay, what kind of game?” I typed back, my heart racing.
“Ever heard of truth or dare?” she replied, the smiley face at the end of the message not quite masking the seductive challenge.
I swallowed, the air suddenly thick with anticipation. “Sure, but we’re not kids anymore,” I quipped, trying to play it cool.
“Exactly,” Teju responded, her message bubbling with a mature confidence that had my imagination racing. “Let’s make it interesting. ‘Truth or Dare’ but with an adult twist.”
My thumb hovered over the screen, the heat of the phone mirroring the sudden warmth spreading through my body. I took a deep breath and typed, “Okay, I’ll go first. Truth.”
Teju didn’t waste a beat. “What’s your wildest sexual fantasy?”
The question hung in the digital ether, demanding an answer, and I felt a blush creep up my neck. This was definitely not the type of conversation we had ever had before. But the thrill of it all was intoxicating. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, feeling the weight of the moment.
Then, with a sense of reckless abandon, I replied, “I’ve always wanted to be with two girls at once.”
Teju’s response was a simple “Oh,” followed by a pause that felt like an eternity. I wondered if I had crossed a line if our friendship was about to take an unrecoverable detour into the realm of awkwardness. But then, her message appeared, breaking the silence with a playful wink.
“Interesting,” she said, “now it’s my turn. Dare.”
My mind raced with the possibilities. Would she ask me to do something outrageous, or would she keep it tame? “I dare you,” I began, feeling a smirk tug at my lips, “to tell me what you’re wearing right now.”
Teju took a moment. I could almost hear the rustle of fabric as she moved, the sound of her breathing becoming heavier. “Okay,” she finally replied, “I’m wearing a black lace thong and a matching bra.”
The visual hit me like a punch to the gut. Teju, the woman I had known for so long. The woman with the perfect life and two beautiful kids was sitting in front of her phone. She was sharing her most intimate details with me.
I felt a mix of excitement and guilt. But mostly, I felt a strange connection to her that went beyond friendship.
“Your turn,” she prompted, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Truth or dare?”
I took a moment to consider the implications of my choice. “Dare,” I said, feeling the thrill of the game wash over me.
Teju’s next message was a photo, a close-up of her hand, the fabric of her black lace panties pulled aside, revealing the slick wetness between her legs. “I dare you to make yourself come and tell me exactly what you’re doing.”
The boldness of her dare had my blood rushing to my cheeks, and I knew this was no longer just a game. This was a line we were both eager to cross. I took a deep breath and let my fingers wander down to the zipper of my jeans.
“Okay,” I began, my voice low and trembling, “I’m taking off my pants.”
Teju’s response was immediate. “Good,” she typed, “now tell me how you’re feeling.”
My hand hovered over the screen, my mind racing with the reality of the situation. “I’m… I’m turned on,” I admitted. The words felt like a confession in the quiet of my room. The admission hung in the air, a tangible thing that thickened the tension between us.
“Me too,” Teju replied, her voice a soft purr that sent a shiver down my spine. “Now, tell me, are you touching yourself?”
I slid my hand under my panties, my fingers finding the warm, damp heat of my arousal. “Yes,” I murmured, the word slipping out like a secret. “I’m playing with myself.”
Teju’s response was a string of fire emojis punctuated by the sound of her breath quickening. “Describe it to me,” she demanded, her voice a mix of excitement and lust.
I took a deep breath, my eyes closed as I let my fingers explore my body. “My cock is hard,” I began the words feeling strange on my tongue. “It’s thick and veiny, and it’s pulsing with every beat of my heart.”
Teju’s response was instant, her words a gasp of surprise. “Oh, baby,” she wrote, “you’ve got me so wet.”
I chuckled, my thumbs flying over the keyboard as I replied, “Is that right? Tell me, what are you doing with those wet fingers of yours?”
Teju’s response was a series of moans punctuated by a string of descriptive emojis. “I’m stroking my clit,” she confessed, her voice a low moan that sent a shiver down my spine. “It’s so swollen and sensitive. Every touch feels like an electric shock.”
I felt my own body respond to her words, my cock twitching as I pumped it faster. “Are you wet?” I asked, my voice gruff with desire. “Tell me how wet you are.”
Teju’s response was a series of staccato breaths. “So wet,” she replied, the words barely audible. “I’m soaking through my panties.”
I closed my eyes, picturing her there, her fingers moving in a delicate dance that had her trembling with need. “Take them off,” I instructed, my hand moving in time with hers. “I want to hear you.”
The line was quiet for a moment, the only sound the faint rustle of fabric and Teju’s increasingly erratic breathing. Then, she whispered, “Okay, they’re off.”
“Good,” I said, my voice a low growl. “Now, tell me what you’re doing.”
Teju’s response was a series of breathy whispers. “I’m spreading my legs,” she said, the sound of her hand sliding over her skin making me ache with need. “My pussy’s so wet, it’s glistening.”
I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my lips. “Tell me more,” I urged, my hand moving faster. “What does it feel like?”
Teju’s response was a series of whimpers. “It feels so good,” she breathed her voice a mix of pleasure and frustration. “I’m sliding my fingers up and down my slit, teasing my clit in slow circles.”
“Imagine it’s my cock,” I suggested. The image of her touching herself made me desperate to show her what I had to offer. I quickly found a picture on my phone, one that had been taken in the heat of the moment with an ex. It was a good one, showing my erection at its full, thick length. “Here, look at this.”
Teju gasped when the image appeared on her screen. “Oh my god,” she murmured, the awe in her voice unmistakable. “It’s so big and thick.”
I felt a thrill at her reaction, my hand moving faster on my cock. “Do you want to see more?” I asked, my voice thick with desire.
“Yes,” she replied, the word coming out as a breathless plea.
I took another deep breath and sent her the image, watching as the message bubbled with anticipation before finally delivering the payload. The silence that followed was electric, charged with the weight of what we had just shared.
And then, her response. “Oh my god,” she breathed, “it’s so massive.”
“What would you do with it?” I asked, my voice a low purr as I leaned back into the couch cushions.
Teju’s response was instant. “I’d wrap my hand around it,” she began, her words painting a vivid picture in my mind, “and feel its warmth, its power.”
I took the dare a step further. “But what if you had to take it all?” I asked, my voice a tease. “Could you handle every inch?”
Teju’s reply was a sultry whisper. “I’d try,” she said, the challenge in her tone unmistakable. “I’d start by licking it from base to tip, tasting you.”
The image of Teju’s lips on my cock was too much to resist, and I felt my body respond. “And then?” I urged, my voice thick with need.
Teju’s breathing grew heavier, her words coming out in a rush. “Then, I’d take you in my mouth,” she said, “slowly at first, letting you feel how wet and warm I am.”
My hand was a blur on my cock as I listened to her, my mind racing with images of her lips around me, her eyes looking up at me with lust-filled gaze. “How far would you go?” I managed to ask, the anticipation building.
Teju didn’t miss a beat. “As far as you want,” she replied, her voice a sultry promise. “I’d deep throat you until you couldn’t take it anymore until you were ready to explode.”
The thought of her mouth wrapped around my cock was too much to bear, and I knew I had to see it. “Prove it,” I typed my heart racing. “Show me how you’d make me come.”
The line was quiet for a moment, and I wondered if I had pushed too far. But then, Teju’s message popped up. “Alright,” she wrote, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ll show you.”
I watched as the screen flickered to life. The camera turned on to reveal Teju’s face, flushed with arousal. She was lying on her bed, her hair splayed out on the pillow. She gave me a wink before the image panned down, revealing her glistening hand as it slipped between her thighs.
I could see the wetness of her pussy. The soft pink folds parted as she began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
“Just like this,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving the camera. Her fingers moved with a confidence that had me leaning forward, my hand mirroring her movements. “I’d take all of you, baby,” she continued, her voice a seductive purr. “Every single inch.”
With that, she slid two fingers into her pussy, the wet sound echoing through the line. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her head tilting back as she began to pump her hand, her thumb still working her clit. My cock was rock hard now, and I couldn’t help but stroke it in time with her movements.
“Can you feel it?” she asked, her voice strained with the effort of keeping the conversation going while pleasuring herself. “Can you feel me getting wetter for you?”
“Yes,” I managed to reply, my voice tight as I watched her fingers disappear into her pussy, the wetness shining on her skin. “Keep going.”
Teju’s eyes opened, meeting mine through the screen, and she smiled. “Like this?” she asked, her voice a teasing whisper as she pushed her fingers in deeper.
“Perfect,” I groaned, my hand moving in time with hers. “Faster.”
Teju’s response was to pick up the pace, her fingers disappearing into her pussy with a wet, sucking sound that had me biting my lip. “Is that better?” she gasped, her voice tight with pleasure.
I nodded, though she couldn’t see me, and whispered, “Yes, just like that.”
Teju’s hand moved faster, her thumb now circling her clit with a fervour that had her hips rising off the bed. “Imagine it’s my cock,” I murmured, lost in the visual of her hand disappearing into her wetness.
Her eyes snapped open, a spark of excitement in them. “Oh god,” she moaned, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure. “I am, baby. I’m rubbing my pussy for you.”
Her hand was a blur between her legs now, her fingers disappearing into her slick folds, her knuckles brushing against the soft skin of her inner thighs. The wet sounds of her self-induced pleasure filled the quiet room. I could feel my climax building. My hand was a blur on my cock as I matched her rhythm.
“Tell me you’re close,” she begged, her voice strained with need. “I want to feel it with you.”
“I’m so close,” I assured her. The tension in my body was building to an unbearable crescendo. “Keep going.”
Teju’s response was a series of whimpers as she watched me stroke my cock, her hand moving at a feverish pace. “I’m going to make you cum,” she breathed, her eyes dark with desire. “Keep watching.”
Her fingers slid in and out of her pussy, the sounds of her wetness filling the air, her thumb circling her clit with expert precision. Her other hand squeezed her breast. Her erect nipples were hard as she rolled it between her fingers.
The sight of her, so lost in the throes of passion, had me on the edge. My body tightened with each stroke.
“Fuck,” I muttered, my hand moving faster on my cock. “Your pussy’s so wet.”
Teju’s response was a whimper of pleasure. “It’s leaking,” she admitted, her voice filled with a mix of shyness and excitement. “Can you feel it?”
I watched, mesmerized, as a bead of her arousal slipped down her hand, her pussy glistening with wetness. “I want to taste it,” I murmured, the desire in my voice unmistakable.
Teju’s eyes went wide with lust. “Oh, baby,” she breathed, “you would?”
“Yes,” I groaned, the image of her wetness driving me crazy. “I want to taste every drop.”
Teju’s eyes darkened with desire as she watched my hand move over my cock, the precum beading at the tip. “Keep going,” she urged her voice a breathless whisper. “Keep watching me.”
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