“That’s not fair,” I panted through the phone, watching Becker’s character walk mine backward until she was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Becker turned back and sat in a fake chair. It was the one from the vanity, but he must have clicked it to the side of the bed. It wasn’t there before. “Spread your legs, Cassie.”
Jesus. Holy shit! I squirmed on my bed, needing the friction.
“Becker,” I tried to protest. No words would form on my tongue. I barely got his name out.
“Do you need some help?”
“Excuse me?”
I watched Becker move closer to my girl. He stood and moved between her naked legs, spreading them with his body. Pressing his lips to hers, he made her lay back. What the fuck? I was so turned on I was ready to explode. It was so hot. I squirmed again, grinding my throbbing nub into the mattress. Becker stood after a couple minutes and spread her more by pressing out on her knees.
The graphics in this game were unheard of. I’m not sure how he was able to control all of this, but he zoomed it in. Right between my legs—her legs. You could see the puckered clit, the glistening from her wetness, and the dark where her ass was concealed. I leaned back. I had to. I was feeling faint again.
“Are you wet, Cass?” Becker rasped in my ear.
I couldn’t breathe. There was no air. I needed to hang up the phone.
“Yes.” What!? Yes? Where did that come from?
“Hang up. I’ll talk to you on here.” Thank god. “Touch it for me.”
I clicked the mouse and watched my glitter girl run her fingers slowly up her wet slit. It was so real. I imagined Becker was sporting a hard on. The thought of it made my clitoris pulsate harder. I hadn’t even realized my own fingers were inside my panties until I slid the wetness up my folds, circling my aching nub. Shit. Did I just moan?
“That’s it, rub it, Cassie.”
Yup. That was a moan. “This is so messed up, Beck,” I said, closing my eyes while my fingers danced in my panties.
“How can something that feels this good be wrong, Cass? Who is to say what is wrong? Don’t you think it should be about the consenting adults?”
“Yes,” I moaned. I knew Becker had just planted a seed, conditioning me for when he dropped the bombshell on me about his other love interests. I didn’t care at the moment. I was going to come.
Oh. Wow. I opened one eye before opening them both wide. Becker was standing in front of me, taking his cock in his hand. I watched him stroke his shaft over top of me, not really me, but it felt like it now. It was easier for me to imagine it being me now that I was so aroused.
My character was very similar to the size I really was. Everything was proportioned about the same as it would be in real life. I wondered if Becker’s character was, too. If so, that might hurt a little. I clicked on it, hoping I could touch it. Of course, I couldn’t, only he had those authorities.
Neither of us spoke. I watched the screen and Becker controlled the situation. The muscles on his chest glistened with sweat. Becker stroked himself between my legs. I wondered when that happened. When did my arms fall to the sides of the bed? When did the head of his shaft takeover for my fingers. I watched the intense way he manipulated my sex with his steel rod, mimicking his movements with my fingers.
“You feel amazing,” he rasped in the phone.
I didn’t find it silly anymore. Hearing him tell me how good I felt, watching the close-up of him insulting my character was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. I was the daughter of Jake McClelland. I had witnessed a lot.
“Becker,” I moaned, warning him of what was about to happen.
“Yes, Cassie. Make it come.”
OH MY GOD! I moaned, thrashing my hips into what I imagined was the head of Becker’s cock. Letting my mind drift into a faraway fantasy, I felt the wave surge my lower abdomen and then my groin. Just when I thought it was over, I watched Becker deposit his load onto my stomach. The second wave hit and I shuddered, feeling the surge engulf my entire body. I let out some sort of high pitched girly sound, feeling my orgasm reach its peak.
“Damn, Cassie,” Becker moaned.
“What the hell just happened?” I asked, massaging the last of my amazing orgasm from my satisfied clit.
“Still think it was silly?” Becker boasted.
“Nope. Not at all. You’re crazy,” I accused light-heartily.
“Hmmm, I’m not sure you can accuse me of that. You just took me to play glow in the dark putt-putt golf.”
I laughed. “It’s almost midnight. You said you were picking me up at nine in the morning.”
“Are you telling me goodnight, Cass?”