“I doubt that was her reaction.” I laughed.
“No, she was pretty irate, but I, for one, am thrilled.” Carrie giggled. “I just hope it’s still on when Doc gets home. I’m tempted to call him and tell him to come now.”
“No pun intended.” I grinned
“Oh every pun intended,” she purred. “Look, he’s licking her!”
I hadn’t stopped looking. The blond on the screen—who reminded me of Carrie with her doll-like features and bronze skin, had splayed herself on a sofa for the guy, who was now eating her pussy like they gave out medals for enthusiasm.
“She looks like she’s enjoying it.” Most porn I’d seen was incredibly fake. I hated the girls with the breast implants and fake nails and the guys were mostly non-entities, just disembodied cocks, but this was different. The girl’s body was real, full and lush.
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Her breasts were big, but didn’t defy gravity—instead, they kind of spread out a little when she leaned back. The guy was sexy too, his cock big but not enormous. I could fit that in my mouth. The thought made my pussy twitch.
“Don’t you?” Carrie inquired curiously. “I love having my pussy licked.”
I swallowed and admitted it. “Yes.”
“Oh my god, Dani…” Her words trailed off as I watched the blond pull her knees back, exposing herself. She wasn’t shaved and she was a real blond, the hair between her legs a dark honey color. That reminded me of Carrie too. “This is amateur porn. I wonder…?”
“Wonder what?” Oh god, he was going to fuck her. He positioned himself between her thighs, shoving one leg back so the camera could get a better view while he slid his cock up and down her slit.
“I wonder if this is real. Like real-time, right now. Live,” Carrie breathed.
“It can’t be,” I argued, but imagining that these two were somewhere having sex, right this very moment, was beyond exciting. All the porn I’d seen—Mason had brought some home a few times from the video store—was either vintage stuff with horrible music tracks or the aforementioned fake-sex fake-people type. This felt real. Even their sounds were real.
“What if it is?” The excitement in her voice was catching. “Doesn’t that turn you on?”
I hesitated, watching the guy on the screen slide his cock into her, and then breathed, “Yeah.”
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“Oooohhh yeah, like that,” Carrie murmured softly into the phone. It was almost as if she’d gotten so lost in the scene she forgot I was there. “Fuck it nice and slow.”
I gulped, my pussy throbbing now, insistent. When Mason and I had watched porn, we always ended up in bed halfway through the movie and never finished it. But he liked to watch me touch myself first while we watched, and it was almost like my hand had a memory or mind of its own, slipping under the waistband of my shorts.
“Oh I want a cock,” Carrie moaned softly. Me too, I thought, my fingers slipping through my wetness. “It makes me want to go get my vibrator.”
“You have one?”
She laughed. “Don’t you?”
“No.”
Carrie gasped. “Oh my god you have to get one! I’d let you borrow mine but I use it too much to let it out of my sight for more than twenty four hours.”
That made me laugh, but I also flushed at the thought of Carrie playing with her vibrator. That was far sexier than the movie. “Want to go get it?”
“Really?” She sounded breathless.
“Why not?”
She hesitated and then asked, “Will you play too?”
“I don’t have a vibrator,” I reminded her, although my fingers were already busy stroking my aching clit. The girl on screen was rubbing hers too.
“You can still touch yourself.”
“Okay.” I reddened, not telling her I already was. “Can’t let good porn go to waste.”
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“My thoughts exactly! Hang on.”
I crooked the phone between my ear and shoulder while she was gone and slid my shorts and panties down. If I was going to play, I wanted full access. I made sure the blinds were closed—I didn’t want to give the neighbors a show—and stretched out on the couch.
“I’m back,” Carrie said. “I hope it doesn’t cut out on us right in the middle or anything.”
“That would suck,” I agreed, dipping my fingers deep into my pussy and drawing out my wetness.
“So to speak.” I could hear her grin. The guy on screen was getting sucked off again. This time they were in a sixty-nine position, her on top. “Oh Doc loves it like that.”
Imagining Carrie and Doc in that position made me rub myself a little faster. I heard something over the phone—a soft buzzing noise.