Chapter 1: Introduction
I had no one but myself to blame. I never should have let myself get sucked in to the newest installment in the "Dark Tower" series, which contained some of my favorite fantasy novels, to the extent that I had. Now it was nearly midnight, and here I was, walking back to my dorm room from the 24 hour gas station grocery store around the corner, Ramen in hand, while thinking about the fact that I still had to finish writing my prose once I got back.
Somehow, I had let myself get so caught up in reading that I had forgotten about my own responsibilities.
Opening up my phone to see if anyone had responded to my chat board post detailing my analysis of the protagonist's motivations, I caught sight of my reflection in the glass touchscreen. Truthfully, I wasn't anything to write home about.
Short and thin, with straight brown hair that barely grazed my shoulders and glasses that were always sliding down the bridge of my nose, I looked every bit the part of the bookish intellectual that I was.
My attire was equally unremarkable, consisting of a pair of old jeans and a faded t-shirt that was a bit too tight on my scrawny frame. I had a tendency to dress for comfort over style, which I knew to some people might have been a turn off, but in all honesty I had very little interest in relationships anyway.
I was content with the way things were, enveloped in my own little world of literature and academics. My focus was solely on achieving my goals and making my parents proud.
The campus was silent as I walked along the winding pathway, the only sound being the crunch of gravel beneath my shoes. I loved the quiet solitude of the late hours, when it seemed like the entire university was asleep.
That was when I blinked. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact that I was already feeling mentally and physically drained from a full day of classes and assignments, but as I approached the crosswalk near the corner, I could have sworn that I saw the most vapid looking sorority girl you could image, only she absent-mindedly crossing the street, and a car was barreling right toward her.
As I watched the scene unfold before my very eyes, my body reacted on its own, my legs carrying me forward in a desperate attempt to push the girl out of harm's way before it was too late. I barreled towards her like a linebacker, dropping everything to the ground, and it felt like I was only barely able to tackle her to safety as the car laid on its horn, driving through the intersection and into the distance.
I collapsed on top of the girl, heart pounding, as we both lay there on the cold asphalt, two complete strangers clinging to each other for dear life.
"Oh my gawd, are you alright?" she asked me, her voice breathy and high pitched as she finally caught her breath. "I didn't even see that car coming!"
I was taken aback by her clarity and composure in the situation, given that we had just narrowly avoided an accident, but I was quick to respond. "I'm fine.
Are you okay?" I asked her, slowly pushing myself up into a sitting position and scanning her for any signs of injury.
She sat up, smoothing her long, platinum blonde hair and adjusting her skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination. "I think so, thanks to you." She looked at me with her wide, heavily-lashed blue eyes, a dazzling smile spreading across her face. "You saved me! You're my hero!"
I couldn't help but blush at the compliment, even though I knew I didn't deserve it.
"I-I just did what anyone would have done in that situation," I stammered, trying to play it cool.
The blonde girl shook her head, still beaming at me. "No, not everyone would have had the guts to jump in like that." She extended her hand to me, helping me up to my feet. "I'm Sam, by the way."
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I wanted to give her my real name or not, before eventually deciding on full disclosure.
"Abigail," I said, reluctantly accepting her help and pulling myself to my feet. "Always Abigail, not Abby."
Sam squealed with excitement. "Abigail, it's so cute!" She wrapped her arms around my shoulders in a friendly hug, seemingly unfazed by the fact that we had just avoided getting hit by a car.
I stiffened at her sudden closeness, feeling uncomfortable and out of my element. I wasn't used to being touched by people I didn't know.
I was socially awkward and shy, always struggling to connect with others and make friends. My aversion to physical touch had only intensified since my asexuality had come to light, leading me to avoid unnecessary interactions and close encounters with anyone who might accidentally brush up against me.
But Sam didn't seem to notice my discomfort, and instead just continued to chatter away as she linked her arm through mine and led me back towards my dorm room.
"So, Abigail, you must be a sophomore or something like that, right?" she asked, her southern drawl becoming more pronounced with each word.
I nodded, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the fact that my jeans were torn up so much from when I'd tackled Sam to safety.
"Y-yes, I'm in my second year," I stuttered, trying to keep up with Sam's quick pace as she practically dragged me along the pathway.
Sam let out a breathy giggle.
"Oh, you're funny! I love it! Humans are always so funny."
I raised my eyebrow at her statement, struggling to find the words to respond. Was this girl implying she wasn't human? Did she have a concussion from the fall?
"Excuse me, did you hit your head or something back there during the accident?" I asked her carefully, wondering if she was all there. I mean, she seemed perfectly coherent and aware of her surroundings, but something about the way she was talking and acting seemed... off.
She shook her head, tossing her long golden locks over her shoulder with a flourish.
"No, why do you ask?"
I shrugged. "Well, you just seem really... out there, you know? Like you're from another planet or something."
She giggled again, her bright blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Oh, Abigail, you are so adorable! I promise I'm not an alien" she said with a laugh. I started to smile back weakly, wondering if maybe I'd just been overthinking in my concern for her before she continued. "I'm a genie, silly!
Didn't you know?" Sam said with a playful wink. I blinked, unsure if I had heard her correctly.
"A genie? Like, the ones in fairy tales and stories?" I asked, not even trying to hide the skepticism in my voice. "Okay now I'm sure that you hit your head, come on, I'm taking you to the emergency room" I said, stopping dead in my tracks as Sam continued trying to pull me along.
Sam giggled again, letting go of my arm and pouting playfully. "Aw come on, Abigail, don't be like that. I'm serious! I am a genie! Here, I can prove it! I wish I had an ice cream cone!" she said with a knowing smile.
I had barely began rolling my eyes when suddenly, to my absolute astonishment, an ice cream cone miraculously appeared in the girl's hand.
I had to rub my eyes and pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
"You... You actually granted your wish?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the lump in my throat.
Sam winked, her warm smile lighting up the moonlit path. "Of course! You know, I don't have limited wishes or any of that restrictive nonsense like in the stories. I can make as many wishes as I want, anytime I want."
I was speechless, stunned by the absolute impossibility of what I had just witnessed. "Okay, so if you're a genie, then where's your magic lamp? And why do you look like a sorority girl instead of a mysterious, ancient being?" I couldn't help but ask, cocking my head to the side in curiosity. Sam just smiled, revealing a perfect set of lustrous white teeth. "Oh hunny, magic lamps are so last millenia. And I can take on any form I choose, that's one of the perks of being a genie. Plus, who says I can't look like a sorority girl?
I think I pull it off quite well, don't you think?" she said, twirling a lock of her long blonde hair around her perfectly manicured finger.
I couldn't help but continue to stare at the cone she had miraculously conjured into her hand, still in disbelief. "Um, I guess so. But why are you telling me all this anyway? Shouldn't you be keeping this stuff a secret, or something?" I asked.
Sam just giggled once more. "Normally, ya, but I can like totally talk to you about it cause I'm gonna grant you three wishes for saving my life!! Well, you won't be making the wishes technically, I will be, but I'll be making them for you!" Sam said, sounding giddy at the prospect.
This caught me off guard. "Wait, what? You're going to be making the wishes for me? But isn't the whole point of wishes that I get to make them for myself? How do I even know you'll grant me what I actually want?" I was skeptical, and I had every right to be.
Sam just smiled.
"Don't worry, Abigail, I promise I'll make the best wishes for you. I might not always know exactly what you want, but I'll do my best to guess. And besides, isn't it more fun this way?" she said, her blue eyes twinkling with excitement.
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "For example I could wish for you to have like nicer hair right? I bet your bf would love that!" Sam said enthusiastically. I responded immediately this time. "Um, I don't have a boyfriend, actually... I don't really have much of an interest in romance in general, really, or even a sex drive to be honest" I said sheepishly.
Immediately Sam perked up. "OMG that's it!!! For your first wish, I wish you were just as slutty as I am!!!!" Sam declared with a clap of her hands, a devious grin spreading across her face like wildfire. Before I could say another word, everything around me began to spin rapidly, like I was riding on a merry-go-round. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that it would all stop soon when suddenly, everything was still again.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to find myself lying on my bed back in my dorm room. It was bright as well, natural light shining through my window.
I groggily blinked and sat up. "What just happened?" I whispered to myself, feeling a strange sensation coursing through my veins. Looking around my room, it quickly became apparent that something was wrong.
My books, which usually dominated every available surface in my room, were nowhere to be found. In their place, I was surrounded by an array of revealing and provocative clothing. I had always been a fan of sweats and leggings, but the outfits displayed on my bed looked like they belonged at a lingerie fashion show. Not only was this clothing that I absolutely would have never dared to put on my body, but it was strewn about my room in a way entirely inconsistent with my typical tidyness.
Makeup, which I rarely wore and had previously only owned in very small, modest quantities, was now practically covering every surface of my desk, the products spilling out from drawers that were left wantonly open.
As I took in the scene before me, I couldn't help but feel an odd sort of detachment, like I was seeing myself through someone else's eyes.
That was when it hit me: the first wish. My gut clenched, and I quickly looked down at my body.
I was in nothing but a bra and lacy thong, my skin now covered in a thin layer of glitter. I was stunned. How could this be?
I had always been conservative and modest in the way I dressed, often eschewing fashion trends for comfort. My hair, usually tied up in a messy bun or left to air dry, was now straightened and styled into loose beachy waves.
My closet door was open, displaying a new wardrobe that I knew I hadn't bought.
Rows of short skirts, low-cut crop tops, and heels lined the shelves, all in bright, bold colors that I would never normally wear. I felt my cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment. Feeling a sudden pain in my foot, I lifted my covers to see that I'd apparently gone to sleep in 6 inch pink stilettos.
I hadn't even known I owned heels like these, yet my feet were hurting as if I'd been prancing around in them all night.
What the fuck had that genie done to me?
I climbed out of bed, still in my lingerie, and shuffled towards my desk, trying to avoid the stinging pain. The mirror was still there, and I took the opportunity to see if anything aside from my fashion sense had changed.
I saw my reflection, and my heart dropped. What the fuck happened to my lips?
They felt swollen and full and I wasn't sure if I liked it. It was like someone had pumped them up with something, made them bigger and more sensuous than they used to be. They looked like they belonged on a pornstar, not on a nerdy English major like myself. And that wasn't the only thing different about my face.
My eyes looked more sultry, more inviting, with thick lashes and heavy eyeliner framing them. My glasses were nowhere to be seen. My skin was bronzed. And it looked like I had a pink gemmed stud sitting in my left nostril.
I looked like a different person, a version of myself that had been heavily sexualized and made over for the male gaze. I felt violated, like my body had been taken away from me and molded into something unrecognizable.
I stood in front of the mirror, running my fingers over my full, swollen lips, unable to believe what I was seeing.
With a curse, I padded over to my door. I couldn't stand being in my own room any longer, couldn't stand the reminder of what I'd become.
I barely remembered making it to the door before I was tripping on my heels, barely catching myself before I face-planted on the hard wooden floor.
I could hear my roommate, Emily, coming down the hallway from her room, no doubt having heard my stumble.
Emily poked her head through my door, her eyes rolling when she saw me. "Abigail? she asked in a concerned tone. She sighed as if she'd been in this position a million times before. "Girl... are you still drunk from last night?" she asked with a chuckle.
"I mean, you're practically naked and you're literally falling over in those stripper heels. You're not fooling anyone."
I flushed, feeling self-conscious and exposed in front of my friend. "Sorry, I'm just a little freaked out right now" I said, trying to regain my composure.
Emily raised an eyebrow at me, clearly skeptical. "Are you sure you're not still drunk from last night? You went pretty hard" she asked jokingly.
"Why do you keep saying that? I definitely wasn't out drinking last night" I said, trying to keep a cool head. I had never touched alcohol before in my life. I preferred to keep my mind clear, always prioritizing my studies over momentary pleasure.
"Uh huh, then tell me what this video is?" Emily asked, turning her phone in my direction. I froze as I saw the short clip of myself that Emily had pulled up, dancing and gyrating next to a bar, clad in a tiny skirt and matching crop top that left little to the imagination.
My hair was a wild mess of curls, and it looked like I was swigging straight from a bottle of vodka as I sloppily seduced the male bartender.
I watched in horror as I grabbed his crotch, and my roommate laughed, slapping me on the back as she teased me about how much fun she had last night.
"I don't remember any of this" I muttered. Emily just laughed in response. "Probably cause you blacked out gurlie. Not like it's anything new though, you go out every Friday night!" Emily said, rolling her eyes.
I felt my heart start to pound in my chest. Something wasn't right. Why didn't I remember going out last night? I had never been one to drink or party, always preferring to stay in and read or work on my studies. And yet, here I was, dressed like a bimbo, stumbling around in heels, with video evidence of me dancing on a bar and acting like a complete slut.
"Your new lips look great by the way! I'm still not sure if I wanna get filler but I've honestly been tempted ever since you got yours done the other week ." Emily said, completely oblivious to the existential crisis that I was having.
I couldn't believe what was happening. Just moments before, I had been a reserved and somewhat prudish literature student, and now I was being fawned over for my new sexually charged appearance. It didn't make sense. What had that genie done to me?
I needed answers, and fast. As Emily exited my room I came to a realization, quickly deciding to take a look at my phone, certain that it would have more information about this new reality.
Making my way over to my nightstand, I opened the top drawer. Before I was even able to grab my phone I was already confronted with an additional change to this reality, the drawer was filled to the brim with vibrators and dildos.
My eyes widened as I read labels on some of them, some of them still coated with what appeared to be remnants of my recent use.
"What the fuck!" I muttered under my breath, picking up one of the dildos and staring at it like it was a foreign and yet all too familiar object. The thought that I was seemingly now the sort of woman who needed a collection like this made me uneasy and filled me with confusion at the same time. Trying to ignore it, I pushed the toys to the side to reveal my phone underneath, sheathed in a case that I never would have bought for it.
It was bright pink and covered in glitter, the kind of thing that a pre-teen girl might carry around (and I would definitely never be caught dead with). I picked it up gingerly, still feeling a sense of disconnect from my own body. As soon as I unlocked it I was met with an assault of notifications and a background image that made my heart drop. It was a photo of me at the beach in a thong bikini, ass facing the camera as I looked over my shoulder with my tongue out.
I felt my stomach churn at the sight of it. This wasn't me. I wasn't a person who went to the beach in tiny bikinis, let alone posed for explicit photos like this one.
But the evidence of my newfound sex drive was unmistakable. My phone was filled with messages from men I barely knew, asking for nudes and inviting me to "hang out" at their place.
The sheer volume of it all made me want to throw up. How could this be my life now? The most recent message was from a man who said his name was Derrick. In it he was talking about how he was the bartender from last night and had gotten my number from one of my friends, before going on to say that he'd love to see me again, but, if not, that he at least wanted me to have the video we filmed. As I clicked on the video attachment, my heart dropped there was.
There I was, well, this version of me at least, on my knees in what appeared to be the bar's bathroom, bee stung lips wrapped around the biggest dick I'd ever seen in my life.
He was moaning loudly, tangling his hands in my hair as I bobbed up and down on him, slurping like a pro.
It was like watching a stranger on screen, and my stomach turned as I took in the sight of myself behaving like that. I watched myself moan around him as I took his entire length down my throat with ease. As the video continued, this version of me slowly pulled herself off the man, his dick exiting my mouth with a loud pop. "Oh my gawdddd you taste so fucking good ." I said between heavy breaths, reaching up to stroke him slowly as I licked my lips. I didn't know where this sexually charged girl I was now seeing in the video had come from, but seeing her on screen, behaving like that, left me stunned. I couldn't see Derrick's face in the video, but I could hear him laughing as I stroked him hard. "Goddamn, those lips were fucking made to take dick, you know that baby?" Derrick groaned from behind the camera as I continued to jerk him off, my hand slick with my own spit. To my horror I watched as I giggled vapidly at his 'compliment.' " Oh my gawd, do you really think so?" I simpered.
I looked dirty and cheap, just like the pornstars I had always frowned upon. I felt sick to my stomach as I watched myself continue to stroke that stranger’s throbbing cock with my hand before taking it back into my mouth and deepthroating it like it was nothing. I had always thought myself to be smarter than that, that I was above such debauchery, but apparently this version was not. As I continued watching the video I began to notice something else that was deeply upsetting... I was starting to get turned on. Looking down, I could see that my nipples were rock hard, and my pussy was starting to twitch.
My body was betraying me, and for the first time in my life, I was feeling horny.
The sight of my own face, bobbing up and down on that man's cock was filling my whole system with lust. I couldn't believe what I was feeling, but I couldn't deny it either.
"Fuck, you look like a fucking pornstar." Derrick groaned behind the camera as he gripped a handful of my hair tighter, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."
I watched as I pulled myself off him for a moment, looking up at him with those new big lips of mine and blinked.
"Oh, you wanna cum on my face?" the me in the video asked in a voice that I didn't recognize as my own. It was breathy and full of desire. I assume he must have nodded, because only moments later I saw myself open my mouth and stick out my tongue, waiting for his load to cover it.
He didn't disappoint. With a grunt, he started pumping his hips faster and faster until I could see his cock pulse in my mouth. As the video neared its close, hot ropes of cum shot onto my waiting tongue and dripped down the sides of my face. I could feel the shame coursing through me as my pussy throbbed at the sight of me looking like that.
It was like my body was Betraying me in the most messed up way possible. I mean, sure, I had never felt feelings of sexual desire like this before, I was a reserved and modest intellectual. And yet, it seemed my history of rejecting everything remotely sexual didn't mean jack shit anymore.
Suddenly, I was pulled from my thoughts as I felt something press against my pussy. Looking down, I was horrified to discover that I had already started pleasuring myself in response to what I had just seen.
"Goddammit" I muttered, trying to stop myself. It was no use, though. My body was aching to feel something, anything, and the explicit video footage of myself was just too much to resist.
I should have been disgusted by the slutty way I behaved in the video; instead, my vulva throbbed uncontrollably as I slid my fingers in and out of myself, over and over again.
I let out a loud moan, knowing that Emily was still in the hall just outside my door and that she could hear me, but I couldn't stop myself.
I felt like a dirty whore in the best possible way. I continued to massage my clit as I watched the video of myself deepthroating that stranger's cock. I let out another moan, this time even louder, as my arousal heightened. I wanted more. I wanted his cock in me, hard and fast and deep.
I wanted to know what it felt like to have someone fill me up completely, to feel the pressure of his body against mine as we moved together in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs. With trembling hands, I reached for my phone again, replaying the video and relishing the sight of my own body worshipping that stranger's cock. I knew it was wrong, that I should be disgusted with myself, but I couldn't help the way my pussy clenched with desire at the thought of feeling him inside me. As the video started up for a third time, however, it was suddenly stopped by an incoming phone call... a phone call from Derrick.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should answer. But my pussy was aching with need, and the thought of talking to him, maybe even meeting up with him, was too enticing to resist. So, I answered, my voice breathy and full of desire.
"Hey, Derrick. It's me."
He let out a low chuckle. "Well, I figured as much. I was just hoping to hear that sexy voice of yours again.
You sounded so fucking hot in that video, babe."
I bit my lip, feeling a blush spread across my cheeks at the compliment. "Oh, did I?" I asked quietly, unable to keep the nervousness out of my voice. I wasn't used to this kind of attention, and I wasn't sure how to handle it.
"Yeah, you did," Derrick replied, his tone low and sultry. "But I want to hear you moan like that for me again, baby. In fact, you sound a little out of breath already. What were you doing before you answered the phone babe?" Derrick asked in a way that almost allowed me to HEAR the grin on his face through the phone.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I couldn't let him know what I was doing, what was going through my head and making me so wet that I was practically dripping through my thong.
"I was just... uh... studying," I said lamely, rolling my eyes at myself.
"Studying?" Derrick asked, skepticism clear in his voice. "Honey, it's 10am on a Saturday. Nobody is studying."
My pussy throbbed.
"Well I suppose not," I replied hesitantly, biting my lip.
"So why are you calling then?" I asked, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
Derrick chuckled. "I just wanted to hear your voice again, honestly. You sounded so good in that video. I want to hear you like that for me again."
I swallowed hard. I knew what he wanted, and I couldn't deny that the thought of it was exciting.
"Let's not change the subject tho doll, tell me what you were doing before I called, and don't lie about it this time ." Derrick said in a voice that was both gentle and commanding.
I hesitated for a moment, biting my lip as I considered how best to respond.
"Fine, I was just... masturbating." I admitted finally, more quickly than I had intended.
He let out a loud laugh on the other end of the phone. " I knew it! I could hear it in your voice babe, you sound so fucking horny."
My chest flushed, but I couldn't deny it. I WAS horny. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt like this, like my body was begging to be fucked and filled. "I... I am," I confessed quietly.
"Fuck, fuck, don't say things like that to me baby," Derrick groaned, low and deep.
I could hear the strain in his voice, knew that he was just as turned on as I was. "Are you rubbing your cock right now?" I asked, the words spilling from my mouth so quickly that I didn't even have time to register what I was saying.
Derrick's breath audibly hitched, and I felt a kind of satisfaction wash over me. Was he responding to me? If I wasn't mistaken, I could already hear a sound that made my stomach flutter.
"Goddammit, Abby," he murmured, and the growl in his voice sent a shiver rippling up my spine. "You're turning me on."
"I can tell," I heard myself say out loud, and I realized with a jolt of surprise that I meant it. Was I becoming aroused imagining him masturbating while we talked? "Ya know, I'm still playing with my pussy too, I never stopped, even after I answered the phone," I admitted, feeling my face flush hot.
Derrick growled on the other end of the line, "You're killing me, sweetheart, I'm so fucking hard over here. Do you wanna know how hard?" he asked, the question thick with need and want.
I moaned, my hips bucking up at the thought of him rubbing his cock for me. "You're such a nasty whore, Abby. And I love it!" he said, admiration and desire filling his tone.
I could picture him there, stroking his thick cock as he listened to me.
"I can't help ittttttt ," I cried out onto the phone, my fingers plunging in and out of myself in a rhythm that matched the sound of his voice. "I want you, Derrick."
"Shiiiit," he groaned, his breathing quickening. "I want you toooo."
"Do itttt, do itttt," I urged him, feeling the tension building in my body. "Make me come, fucking make me COME."
"Yeah babe, I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he said, his voice rough and gravelly. "Turn your video on babe, I wanna FaceTime for this" he continued with another growl.
I obeyed, fumbling with my phone to open up the FaceTime application. I could see his ruggedly handsome face light up with eagerness as the connection was made. The sight of him, in all his masculine glory, stroking his thick shaft while watching me play with myself sent a wave of heat through my entire system.
My throat was so dry I could barely speak. I could only hear my own frantic panting as my heart pounded in my chest.
My fingers moved faster and faster, the rhythm matching the pace of our conversation.
"You gonna cum, baby?" Derek asked in a low, husky voice, his thumb continuing to circle his rigid shaft.
I took me a moment to find my words, too lost in my own pleasure to do anything other than moan at him.
"Oh god, yes!" I eventually cried out, my eyes fluttering shut as I finally found release.
My body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, and I moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the speaker of my phone.
Derrick watched, his eyes dark with desire as I came hard for him, my juices dripping down my fingers as I continued to pleasure myself.
"Yeah, that's right, give it to me good babe. Cum for me."
His words spurred me on, and I moaned again, throwing my head back as I felt my orgasm crash through me once more.
"Holy fucking shit," he groaned, his pace quickening as he jerked himself off harder and harder.
"I wish I could be there to feel you cum on my cock right now, you nasty slut."
The thought of him inside me, filling me up completely, sent another wave of pleasure coursing through my body. I couldn't think of anything but the ache between my legs, the need for him to satisfy the deep burning desire consuming me. I had never felt so wanton or so fucking dirty in all my life. It was like I had become a different person, someone who couldn't get enough pleasure, someone who would do anything for just one more orgasm. I was insatiable, and it was mere moments before my second orgasm hit like a freight train.
I cried out, completely lost in the throes of passion, and the sight of me bucking my hips into my hand was too much for him.
"Goddammit, Abby! I'm about to fucking cum."
It was like I was possessed by a primal urge that I couldn't control. My whole being was consumed by my own pleasure.
"Do it," I urged him.
"Cum for me."
Derrick didn't need any more encouragement. He groaned deeply, his body stiffening as hot ropes of semen spurted from his cock, hitting the camera on his phone.
We both sat there on video call, panting and covered in sweat. I didn't know what to make of what had just happened, but one thing was for sure - I had never felt anything like it before.