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“And then, before they got on the bus, Randy pulled up his shirt and stuck his hand in his armpit to make a fart noise,” Jackie’s voice crackled through the phone. “Seriously? It was foul.”
Shauna snorted. “Foul is kind of Randy’s… thing.”
“Whatever,” Jackie replied. Shauna could practically hear her wrinkle her nose on the other end of the line. “As long as he keeps Jeff busy, that’s all I care about.”
Shauna rolled her eyes. “Your boyfriend goes to baseball camp for three weeks and all you have to say is how you hope he’s kept busy?”
For a moment, the featherweight sound of a glossy magazine page flipping was all Shauna heard through the speaker. A pang of anxiety hit her gut. She didn’t like Jeff, Jackie knew this, but whenever she let a comment slip, Shauna never knew if Jackie would defend her relationship or join in on the slandering. Her reactions were more unpredictable than the weather.
Of course, in true Jackie fashion, she said what Shauna least expected.
“He told me something weird,” she said. Her voice took on a softer, hesitant tone. “He said he was gonna call me while he was gone, so we could like… Well, you know. Dirty talk, or whatever.”
Shauna felt nauseous.
“Phone sex?” Her lip curled involuntarily. “Jeff is going to call you from baseball camp to solicit you like you work for a fucking 1-800 number? What, while Randy and the rest of the team listen in from their bunk beds?”
“Christ, Shauna,” Jackie snapped back. “If you want to call me a whore, just spit it out.”
“Okay, Jackie, that’s not…” Shauna pinched the bridge of her nose and cut herself off. A beat passed between them.
“Besides,” Jackie sniffed haughtily, “it’s not camp, it’s college conditioning. They stay in a dorm. He’ll only have one roommate, and he’d ask him to leave, obviously.”
Shauna felt herself steel against the mental image of Jeff breathing hotly into a dorm room landline, baseball pants around his ankles. “Then what’s the problem?” She asked flatly. “It sounds like he’s got it all figured out.”
“Well, I dunno.” Jackie’s tone was nearing a whine, like it always did whenever Shauna pressed her. “What the hell do you even say during that?”
“I don’t know,” Shauna muttered back. “Like, ‘oh, baby, baby,’ or whatever. Just say he has a big dick. I’m sure he’d fucking love that.”
“You’ve got a huuuuge dick,” Jackie moaned into the receiver cartoonishly, which sent them both into laughs.
Shauna tried to ignore the shiver that snaked up her back.
“No,” Jackie gasped, giggles finally dying down, “seriously.” She cleared her throat. “Um, what do you think he’d say?”
“Jesus, Jax,” Shauna put her hand over her eyes. She was flat on her back, staring at the sloped ceiling of the attic. Her palm blocked out the dim glow of the plastic stars she and Jackie had glued up there two summers prior. “I dunno, he’ll probably tell you you’re beautiful.”
“What else?”
Shauna hesitated, breath hitching in her throat.
“It’s okay,” Jackie coaxed. Her voice had softened again, but differently this time, like it still had an underlying goal. “It’s like practice.”
It’s like practice.
Shauna had heard that one before, when they’d come back from a party, drunk off wine coolers and hands all over each other. Jackie had come up with excuses at first, like asking Shauna if she would evaluate her kissing skills – objectively, of course. One night, she’d taken off her shirt under the pretense of Shauna checking to see if her tits were uneven. It started happening more and more frequently, and as Jackie ran out of new and creative justifications to her behavior, she had started chalking it up as practice.
Shauna let it slide – mostly.
She’d like to think anyone in her position (that is, the position to consensually see Jackie Taylor’s tits) would do the same.
“I, um,” Jackie swallowed. “I’m gonna practice too.”
Shauna felt the hand that was holding the phone grow clammy.
On the other end of the line, Jackie cleared her throat. “Are you hard?”
Shauna felt her stomach jolt with hot, fast arousal. She’d worry about examining why those words were just the right thing to win her over later. Jackie’s voice was low, with a slight rasp to it, a little strained from talking on the phone for so long already. It made her sound naturally sensual, not like that breathy porn star voice she’d joked with earlier.
She wants you to be Jeff.
Shauna could be Jeff.
She clenched her jaw and switched the phone to the other ear, suddenly warm. “Yeah,” she croaked, immediately clearing her throat and trying again. “Yeah.”
“How does it feel?”
Shauna’s brain blanked, short-circuiting. “Uh, h-hard?”
“Shauna,” Jackie whined, immediately breaking character. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I- I’m not!” Shauna pushed herself up on her elbows, eyes wide. “Jackie, seriously. It’s fine.”
“Then you start.”
Shauna’s throat constricted, if only for a second.
“Um, what are you wearing?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. She half-expected Jackie to protest the cliché.
Surprisingly, Jackie replied evenly, “pajamas. For now.”
Shauna’s mind raced, a deck of cards flipping through every memory of Jackie’s pajamas that she had until she settled on the one she liked the best. It was a matching knit set, sage green tank top and shorts, with small pink tulips embroidered all over.
“What are you doing?”
“Laying in bed.” Their tones matched the other’s protective layer of feigned indifference, a shield in case something broke the spell they were both under.
“What would you be doing,” Shauna wrapped the phone cord around her wrist so tightly her fingers began to go numb, “if I were there?”
Jackie paused, and Shauna felt a thrill grip her chest, wondering if Jackie was blushing.
“Probably…” Jackie trailed off. “Probably kissing you.”
Shauna’s head spun.
She’s thinking about Jeff, the voice in her head nagged.
Shut the fuck up, she shot back at the voice.
“Right,” she said, voice trembling just slightly. “We’d be kissing, and I’d be touching you all over, like running my hands up and down your arms and waist, and, uh,” she stopped herself short of saying ass, “stuff.”
“Mmh,” Jackie breathed. Shauna heard faint rustling in the background. She pictured Jackie moving to lie on her back, knees bent, kicking one leg over the other comfortably.
“Because you’re really soft,” Shauna said quietly, “and- and it feels really good.”
She ran her fingertips along her worn bedspread, trying to replace the feeling of the cotton with the smoothness of Jackie’s skin in her mind.
“That would feel good,” Jackie mumbled back. “If you touched me like that.”
The sentence hung in the air, heavy.
“It’d also feel good,” she sounded almost nervous now, “if you touched me in other places, too.”
Shauna’s mouth dropped open, just slightly. “Yeah,” she breathed. “I think it would, too.”
“Are you hard?” Jackie asked again.
Shauna pushed her hips up off of the bed, almost as if to check. She palmed at herself through her jeans, pushing her pubic bone into her hand. Her thighs went a little weak, and she felt her clit twitch. “Yeah,” she repeated. “I- I’m hard thinking about you, Jackie. That’s why I called.”
“Wow,” Jackie giggled, but it was gentle, in earnest this time, making Shauna twitch again. “All for me?”
“Of course,” Shauna said fast, maybe too fast, but fuck it, she didn’t care at this point. They were past the point of casual now.
“You should take your pants off,” Jackie said, swallowing hard.
Shauna made sure her belt buckle clanged audibly against itself so Jackie would know that she was following instructions.
She was left in her grey cotton boyshorts. The gusset of her underwear clung to her where a small damp patch had bloomed, dark and warm.
“What are you thinking about?” Jackie said.
Shauna closed her eyes and answered truthfully. “You,” she said. “On top of me. Kissing me. Grinding on me.”
Jackie stifled something like a groan, and Shauna’s eyes flew open.
“You should touch yourself. Touch your- your-”
Shauna could practically hear the words cock and clit pingponging in Jackie’s brain.
“Touch it.”
Shauna paused for a second to consider. She wedged the phone into the crook of her shoulder and gripped the air above her thighs experimentally. She drove her hips up like she’d done before, bumping into the heels of her hands, which were still curled around emptiness. “Damn, Jackie,” she breathed.
She could almost see it in her mind’s eye, a swollen dick sprouting straight up from below her belly, hard and slick and ready to shove into Jackie. Shauna shivered, imagining the feel of her, silk and velvet and squeezing. She worked her hips faster, shoving harder into her hand.
“Are you touching yourself?” She said urgently.
“Yeah,” Jackie’s voice was thin, breathy now. “I’m really wet.”
Shauna could only groan in response. She ground herself hard against her hand before rolling over to get on her knees, the phone temporarily falling to the bed. Shauna grabbed for her pillows and haphazardly threw a blanket over the stack, straddling it.
She pictured Jackie under her now, trapped by Shauna’s weight. She drove her hips down now, dragging herself over the pillows with purpose. “Fuck,” she gasped, “you feel really good.”
“I do?” Jackie purred. Shauna pictured her, pink-cheeked and pleased, hand working under her pajama shorts. “What are you doing to me?”
Shauna paused mid-hump, self-aware for the first time in a minute. Was it weird to say what she was fantasizing?
No, because she wasn’t being Shauna. She was being Jeff.
“Teasing you,” Shauna gritted out, resuming the drag of her hips. “I- can you feel it? My, um-” she faltered for a second. Jackie’s breath paused on the other end of the line. Oh, fuck it. “My cock. I’m rubbing it against you. Against your panties.”
“Ah-” Jackie sighed in reply. “Yeah, I feel it.” Shauna hoped she’d taken off her shorts by now, legs spread wide. She pictured two of Jackie’s perfectly manicured fingers rubbing at herself in slow circles and felt her cunt throb.
“What do you want?” Shauna asked quietly. “What feels good?”
The phone line crackled with momentary silence. It was rare for Jackie to have nothing to say, or to not know exactly what she wanted. Shauna felt nervous, wondering if they’d gone too far. She stopped rubbing against the pillows, listening.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” Jackie finally whispered, like she was sharing a long-kept secret. “I’m aching for it.”
Shauna wheezed, hoarse. “Tell me what you look like. And what you’re doing to yourself,” she choked out. “Since I can’t be there.”
Jackie moaned in earnest, and Shauna’s head swam.
“I’m naked,” Jackie panted into the phone. “Except for my panties. I’m touching myself over them. Just like you would be with your dick.”
“Which panties?” Shauna blurted, no longer caring to cater to her own fantasy. She wanted realness, wanted to be able to picture Jackie writhing on her bed, topless with underwear soaked through.
“The pink satin ones,” Jackie mumbled into the phone. “With the little bow on the front.”
Shauna had seen those before. Jackie had worn them under a particularly short skirt one night, making Shauna sit on the bed before they left for a party so Jackie could bend over in front of her. “Can you see anything?” She’d asked innocently, like she wasn’t shoving her labia directly into Shauna’s face. The satin had clung to Jackie, perfectly outlining the lips of her cunt. “Should I put on shorts?”
“No,” Shauna had mumbled, stricken for a few moments before she looked away, red-faced.
Now, Shauna could see the underwear again in her mind’s eye. She bet Jackie’s clit, stiff and small and proud, was straining against the fabric of the panties, begging for some relief. Wetness was discoloring the satin, staining the crotch. Shauna pictured Jackie scrubbing at them in the sink later, cheeks red, hoping to hide the mess she’d made from the Taylors’ housekeeper.
Shauna smirked. She’d been the one to do that to Jackie, to unwind her so embarrassingly well that she’d have to sneak around to hide the evidence, and she hadn’t even had to touch her.
“Leave them on,” she said, “but pull them to the side. Imagine it’s me.”
“Okay,” Jackie said fast. “I’m doing it.”
“Spread your legs,” Shauna instructed. “Now.”
Heat had pooled low in her belly. She was cursing her own anatomy, her current location, Jackie’s stubborn penchant for heterosexuality, for being all wrong. If there was a God, Shauna would be between Jackie’s knees right now, cock thick and leaking, lining up with Jackie’s entrance, ready to push inside.
She was still straddling the pillows, hips picking up from where they had paused earlier. She felt overly warm, dropping the phone to rip at her oversized hoodie until it gave way. When she picked the phone back up, Jackie was whimpering down the line.
“Now what?” She was asking, and Shauna could hear her sheets rustling, like she was so turned on she couldn’t sit still. Shauna rubbed herself against the slick fabric beneath her hips sympathetically.
“Tell me what you want,” Shauna demanded. “Say it.”
“Please,” Jackie breathed. “Fuck me.”
“Who do you want to fuck you?” Shauna regretted the question almost instantly. She knew her role here. She knew what Jackie would say.
“Shauna,” Jackie whined. “You, Shauna, please.”
Shauna’s ears turned pink with pleasure.
“Touch yourself,” Shauna said. “And tell me how it feels.”
Jackie groaned, and Shauna could hear a faint, slick, rhythmic sound through the phone. Her hips moved faster. She imagined what Jackie would feel like, how Shauna’s fingers would taste after a touch, glossy and sweet. She imagined Jackie’s own fingers working over herself furiously, fingertips gone pruny from where they’d been submerged in her own wetness for too long. Shauna shivered.
“It feels good,” Jackie finally panted out, “but I know you’d do it better.”
Shauna let her head tip backwards with a moan. “‘M gonna fuck you,” she huffed out, reaching down to ball up one of the pillows in front of her hips. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” Jackie sighed. “Fuck me with my panties on. Make me feel good.”
As if Shauna ever wanted to do anything else.
She gripped the balled up pillow, lining it up with her hips. The pillow wasn’t Jackie, and Shauna’s cunt hadn’t turned into a cock, but she thought she could maybe will it to happen with how much she wanted it to be so. She dragged her hips back, hissing at the feeling, before snapping forward and driving her pubic bone into the pillow.
“Oh, Jesus,” Shauna spit out. She pictured the head of her imaginary dick plunging into Jackie’s cunt, rubbing at every ridge and slick spot inside of her, shuddering involuntarily. “Jackie, you feel so perfect.”
Jackie wailed at that, and if Shauna wasn’t already so tightly wound, she would have teased her for it, clearly turned on by the thought of her body making Shauna come undone.
Shauna rocked back and forth rhythmically, her bed thumping faintly against the wall. She pictured Jackie beneath her, writhing and sweating as Shauna fucked her into the mattress, pressing deeper and deeper inside with each thrust.
“Fuck me, Shauna,” Jackie wasn’t begging, she was demanding. “Make me feel good.”
“Am I better?” Shauna was begging, in her own way. “Than him?”
“You’re perfect,” Jackie said.
“No,” Shauna whined. “Tell me I’m better.”
“You’re better,” Jackie promised through a pant. “The best ever.”
The tightness in Shauna’s stomach got tighter, threatening to snap. “Christ, Jackie,” she moaned, a bead of sweat rolling down between her breasts. “I’m not gonna last. You feel too good.”
Jackie huffed a laugh through her moans. “Don’t be pathetic.”
Shauna knew she was, at least when it came to Jackie, when it came to this.
“I want you to come, too,” she bleated. “I would do whatever you needed so you could come first. I would fuck you, hard and deep and slow or fast if you wanted it fast. I would taste you, put my tongue inside you, lick every last drop of you, touch the spot that makes your back arch, remember when we found it during that sleepover? You came so hard, all over my hand, I thought you were never going to stop coming, and I wish that you wouldn’t, Jackie, just want you to feel good all of the time, want to make you feel it all of the time, because you deserve it, you deserve to feel as perfect as you are-”
Shauna was moving impossibly fast now, thighs in flames. She couldn’t hang on, not a minute more, and thank God Jackie was whining into the receiver now.
“Come for me, Jackie,” Shauna pleaded. “I want to hear you.”
“Oh my God,” Jackie breathed into the phone. “Oh my God, Shauna, I’m coming.”
The dam burst in Shauna’s belly at the words. Her own body spasmed, slick drooling out of her and into the pillow, sick pleasure thrashing inside of her. She thought of her imaginary dick again, buried to the hilt inside of Jackie as she spasmed around it, cum spurting hotly into her body.
“‘M coming inside you,” Shauna grunted out. Jackie gasped, her own orgasm clearly peaking as she babbled into the phone. “You’re so good, Shauna,” she groaned. “Oh God, I’m coming all over you, ‘cause you fucked me so good, Shauna, you did this to me.”
Shauna slumped forward once she was spent, dizzy.
The line went quiet on both ends.
Shauna sat, feeling her cunt grow uncomfortably sensitive and the damp pillows beneath her turn cold.
Finally, Jackie cleared her throat.
“So, um,” she said hoarsely. “I guess that I know what to say now. When Jeff calls.”
Shauna felt herself physically recoil. She’d almost forgotten what had started the conversation in the first place.
“Right,” she rasped back. “I think you’re prepared.”
Another beat of silence.
“I dunno,” Jackie said. Shauna could practically hear her chewing on her bottom lip. “Maybe we could practice again sometime? So I’m sure I’m ready?”
Shauna knew she should say no, that this was Jackie’s business, that she couldn’t help her anymore with this.
But something about what they’d just done had struck a chord, one Shauna hadn’t yet known existed. She thought about her imaginary dick. She’d never thought about being a boy – but having something hard and human and fleshy to dig into Jackie, to use to claim ownership over her, to be able to paint her insides with Shauna’s fluids – that felt like something worth exploring.
“Call me tomorrow,” Shauna finally replied. “We can go again.”
“‘Kay,” Jackie giggled. “I’m gonna go to sleep now. I’m exhausted.”
Shauna surveyed her stained sheets and pillows. It’d be a minute before she could get to sleep.
“Good night, Jackie.” She said.
“Night, Shauna. I love you.”
“Love you too.”