But that last night, thinking about both that and the fact that I was heading off into the world the next day with my best friend, it finally came to a head.
I had to tell Anna.
*****
Oh my God, what?!” Anna hissed into the phone. I could feel my heart pounding, both excited and nervous to tell her this. I mean, she was Anna, she had my back. But I was also worried she’d think it was weird, or think I was weird for finding it so hot.
"Hold up, Christina, are you serious?"
"Mm-hmm," I said quietly into the phone.
"Holy shit, girl," Her voice sounded shaky with excitement. “I mean, that is crazy. It’s scandalous!” I could hear her breath catch over the phone. “Wait, Chris, he’s never been inappropriate with you, has he?”
I laughed quietly, "No, no, nothing like that, God."
We were both quite for a second before I could hear her take a breath. “So…what’d it look like?”
I blushed. “Anna!”
“What?” She giggled. “C’mon, tell me!”
I bit my lip, feeling my pulse roaring in my ears. There was something kind of sexy about telling my friend about it, something that felt so dirty and hot about spilling my secret to her.
“Okay, remember those porn pictures we looked at, with the guy with the really big dick?"
Anna giggled into the phone. “Oh my God, yes.”
"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.