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They say nothing good ever happens after 2 a.m.
They say that’s when you’re most likely to do something you’ll regret in the morning.
Things like stalking the ex on Instagram even though you swore to yourself you wouldn’t anymore (and then ending up accidentally double-tapping a post from two years ago), things like drinking too much alcohol and drunk-texting said ex to tell them you miss them, things like calling them in the middle of the night because you have no one else to call.
However, this, Dani thinks, might be an exception of the rule. Because if it wasn’t for her insomnia and restlessness that had her looking for new meditation apps in the middle of the night, she wouldn’t have come across --
“Sounds of pleasure”, Dani whispers into the darkness off her bedroom, liking the way it rolls of her tongue. Dani thinks she knows what kind of app she just found and her assumptions are confirmed when she reads the description.
(Sounds of Pleasure empowers you to dive into all those things that turn you on. Find ways to feel more alive, learn how to understand yourself better, unlock confidence that has always been there, and enhance intimacy like you never knew before.)
If spending entire nights staring at the ceiling and waiting for her brain to stop talking, has taught Dani one thing, it’s that the harder you try to fall asleep the less likely it is to happen.
Sometimes the best thing you can do, is to give the brain something else to think about, your hands something else to do.
Later on, when you give it another shot, maybe, your brain gives up and you’ll get at least a few hours of sleep.
Some nights, though, none of Dani’s methods seem to work. Some nights she gets the feeling sleep won’t come at all.
And if that’s the case, as much as it sucks, she tries to make good use of her time, since she doesn’t really have any other options.
Sometimes she watches an old film, because she likes the way things have been. Sometimes she reads her favorite book for the hundredth time, because it’s a comfort to know how it ends.
Some nights she writes short stories or poems, that never see the light of day. Some nights she cleans the entire appartment in record time, that at least something is taken care of.
Whatever she feels like doing. It’s not that anyone is there to judge her.
(Couldn’t since they’re all asleep, for fuck’s sake.)
Not once though, Dani had killed time by ‘extending her knowledge’ on pornographic content.
Anyway.
There’s a first time for anything.
*
Dani tells herself that she’s just looking, nothing more, as she checks out names of different categories of the app she just downloaded.
(From new releases, fan favorites, couple fun, romantic, straight stories over to rough, hook ups, off limits, group experiences--)
Nothing that catches her attention.
But then Dani’s eyes land on something that’s more her cup of tea:
queer adventures.
And she thinks, if there’s something on this app that could be something for her, then it would be this.
Before she realizes, she’s already scrolling through a bunch of stories labelled her+her and her+them and her+you. A couple of tags below each recording to describe what it is about.
Dani tells herself she’s just curious, that’s all. She sure has no intentions to listen to any of those stories. For one, she’s way too tired to follow anything for longer than half a minute at a time and for two, she’s quite certain it isn’t for her since porn was never really her thing.
Never understood the thrill of it, never understood what is so appealing about it. Never understood the sense of it, really.
Even though something tells her that this might be a little different, she won’t listen to any of those stories.
She won’t.
(Dani might not know it yet, but--)
Then she reads the title of an episode listed below this week’s releases.
It says: Be a good girl for me? – recorded and submitted by J.T.
(--it’s not long, and her plan goes straight out of the window.)
This gives Dani’s heart a surprising, but not entirely unexpected squeeze in her chest; her blood is coursing faster through her veins, and her breath hitches audibly.
Dani thinks about it for a moment. Realizes her brain has already made the decision for her.
“Fuck it”, she whispers, her desire to know what it’s like is overwhelming.
(And really, that’s the thing with being an inquisitive person. You don’t want to miss out on new knowledge, do you?)
Dani tells herself the only reason she’s doing this is because she wants to find out what the creator intends with that title, wants to find out what this particular episode is about.
(Refuses to listen to the voice in her head that says, you know exactly what it means, Dani. You know exactly what this is.)
Once she knows, she’ll stop. Shouldn’t she like it, same thing.
Should be simple enough.
Right?
Dani holds her breath when she presses play.
*
“Hey, my Queens and welcome to tonight’s episode. For all you first-time-listeners: My name’s Jamie.”
Okay. Fuck.
Whatever it was that Dani thought would happen when she decided to give this audio porn thing a go, it wasn’t this.
She didn’t think someone’s voice – from a strange woman on the internet on top of that – could perfectly destroy her in a matter seconds. Two-and-a-half sentences in and Dani knows she’s done for.
And Jamie’s british accent – never has Dani heard anything like it – gives her the rest.
The woman speaks slow and deliberate, and Dani can hear her smiling, “But you can call me whatever you want. I’m whoever you want me to be.”
Dani swallows.
“Since my last episode I gained quite a bunch of new followers”, Jamie continues. “So I thought I repeat our golden rule. This kind of, let’s call it, entertainment, is not everybody’s thing and that’s okay. ‘S your body, your pleasure, your mind. If this is not workin’ for you, if it doesn’t feel right, if you don’t like it, just know you can always close the app and carry on with your day.”
It’s not that Dani didn’t know it herself; that it’s her decision if she wants to listen or not. It’s up to her for how long she’d like to listen, too. But it feels good to hear it from Jamie. It’s strangely reassuring and it immediately puts Dani’s mind at ease.
“And please remember”, Jamie says, sounding incredibly soft. “This is a safe place for everyone. I hope you can be your true self here.”
There’s a small smile on Dani’s lips now, and she’s wondering how it is possible to feel like she knows Jamie already. She’s never met her. She doesn’t know a thing about her other than her name.
She must imagine it, she thinks, must be the lack of sleep.
“I always like to take a selfie in the beginnin’ of each episode”, Jamie says, “for those of you who like to know what they’re dealin’ with, rather than leave it to imagination.”
Dani’s mind goes fucking places. If she looks nearly as good as her voice sounds, then --
“If you want to know what I’m wearin’, or not for that matter --”
Dani bites down on her lip. This woman knows what she’s doing.
(Dani’s aware this is for anyone who might listen; and yet, it feels as if Jamie would say those words to her, and Dani doesn’t know what to do with that.)
“--Check out my newest post. You’ll find the link in the description box."
Before she knows it Dani is already smashing the pause-button and clicking on the link.
The seconds it takes to load the page feels like a forever and a day; but then a picture appears on her screen, and --
“Oh my God.”
Dani stares at the photo for a few seconds. Locks her phone, lets it fall onto the sheets beside her. Takes a deep breath.
“Oh my fucking God.”
Dani’s throat has never been so dry. It’s almost painful to swallow.
She reaches for her water bottle on the floor next to the bed, choking a little on the water when she thinks of the photo again.
Moments later when Dani takes a second glimpse at Jamie’s photo, her reaction is pretty much the same, but she can’t look away this time.
(After telling herself to keep it the fuck together, Dani begins to notice the details:
The selfie shows the other woman on a couch, in nothing but a dark Calvin Klein bra and underwear, and a white button-up shirt.
Jamie’s hand – the one that isn’t taking the photo – rests gently on her the juncture between her thigh and hips. One of Jamie’s legs is slightly bent at the knee, while the other one is tucked underneath her.
Other things she takes note of:
Her stomach: toned. Her jaw: sharp. Her skin: freckled.
If that outfit, that pose, the look, didn’t take her apart, Jamie’s smile does it. It has glint of mischief, that Dani is convinced would also be in Jamie’s eyes, but the photo cuts off right there where Jamie’s nose would be.
Jamie’s wild brown curls make up for it, though. By the look of it they’re still damp, and few drops are trickling down her neck to her collarbones.
“I am so very gay”, Dani mumbles to herself, when she can’t find any other words to describe what this Jamie is doing to her.
Dani resumes the episode shortly after that, knowing damn well she already reached the point of no return.
(Even though she refuses to see it.)
“Oh, and before I forget it”, Jamie adds, “If there’s somethin’ you’d like me to do, submissions are open Saturdays and Sundays.”
Then:
“ ‘M sure there’s a way to turn your kinky fantasies into somethin’ real “, Jamie says with a smile, the teasing quality in her tone undeniable.
Dani has no clue what Jamie’s subscribers would request, but now she’s curious if it would be anything she’s into as well.
“This one here is for all you ladies out there”, Jamie’s voice changes with those words, it’s now deeper, “wherever you might be in the world, who have thing for being told what to do.”
Dani’s breath hitches.
“Who like being told how good they are.”
There, Dani thinks. There’s the answer to your question. Now you know what the title means.
(She thoroughly ignores the voice in her head: stop pretending you didn’t know.)
You can stop now.
“Let’s go over the rules”, Jamie instructs, and with every word she says the harder it gets for Dani to put an end to this.
“One, this only works if you do exactly what you’re told. Pretend as if I’m there with you, answer my questions and follow my commands”, Jamie begins to explain the rules, “Two, any thoughts or feelings you experience while listenin’ to this, are valid. Think about me in whatever way you please. Really. You have my permission. And three, and that’s the most important rule: If you’re a good girl for me”, Jamie teases, “I won’t punish ya. Might even reward ya.”
(The voice in Dani’s head chimes in again: if it wasn’t totally your thing, you know, the idea of being told what to do, being told you’re a good girl, you wouldn’t still be here.)
This time Dani listens.
(You don’t want to stop.)
(You like where this is going.)
(Stop fighting it.)
Eventually, Dani gives in.
Jamie chuckles softly, as if she knew Dani couldn’t resist, “That being said, let’s begin.”
*
Dani digs for her earphones in her night-stand drawer and plugs them in. Puts her phone next to her onto the pillow. That way she won’t have to hold it, just in case her hands are needed elsewhere.
“If you haven’t already”, Jamie says, “now would be a good time to move where you feel most comfortable doin’ this.”
Dani’s already in her bed, sheets kicked down to the end of it. It’s mid may, therefore Jamie’s not the only reason she won’t need a blanket.
(At least that’s what she tells herself.)
“And enjoy me”, Jamie whispers.
Dani’s eyes close, allowing the last bits of inhibition to melt away.
“Speakin’ of me”, come Jamie’s next words, and Dani thinks that now things are getting interesting. “I’ve been lookin’ forward to this all day and couldn’t stop thinkin’ about it. Believe me I tried it.”
Dani can’t help but wonder what Jamie does when she isn’t doing this. Wonders what she’s doing for a living, what kind of things she’s into, what she is like behind the scenes.
“And sure, I’m here for your pleasure”, Jamie says, “But knowin’ you touch yourself, make yourself come to my voice, my moans and my sounds. Fuck, that really does it for me.”
God, that word. It has never sounded better.
Jamie telling Dani what’s arousing her – she’ll just pretend the other woman is saying those things to her, damn all the others – is something else altogether.
“Just before startin’ to record, I took a long and hot shower. Didn’t get fully dressed again, because really, what’s the sense if the clothes come off later anyway?”
When Jamie speaks those words, two things happen: In her head appears an image of Jamie, naked in the shower with her head tipped back as water rushes over her, and one where Jamie takes her clothes off, piece by piece, swaying her hips to rhythm of music.
Dani doesn’t know what turns her on more.
“If you feel like you’re overdressed, why don’t you get rid of your clothes? Anything you feel okay takin’ off. Except your panties and your bra’, the other woman says, ‘They’re goin’ to stay on for now.”
Dani hits pause and does as she’s told. Right when she wants to take off her sleep shirt, she remembers she isn’t wearing a bra, and of course she isn’t, it’s in the middle of the night.
There’s no way she’s going to put one on, so she does the second best thing. She folds up the shirt in in the back and gathers the leftover fabric in the front. She twists the section until it forms a spiral, wraps it around the ball and pulls the end piece through, creating a make-shift bra.
That’ll do, she thinks.
Before getting back to Jamie, Dani makes sure she’s feeling comfortable: the window’s tilted, the water bottle is filled, her hair is up in a messy bun.
She lies down on the bed again, and clicks play.
“Now, close your eyes”, Jamie instructs softly, “Bring awareness to your lungs breathin’ in and out. Notice touch and pressure where it makes contact with the surface beneath you. Move your attention to every limb, feel every muscle. Explore all the sensations.”
Dani, following Jamie’s directions step by step, feels herself loosening up. It’s not that she’s tense or anything – she’s way too tired for that – but Jamie’s words calm both her body and mind.
On the other hand, the way she speaks, in her stupidly attractive accent, it also excites her. And she can feel her body reacting to Jamie, more by each second that passes.
“Make yourself aware body.”
Dani laughs a little. Especially aware of one thing, she thinks, and that is the mess in my underwear. From just hearing you talk.
She wonders what will happen to her, when she’ll do more than just listen to Jamie.
“I need you to be fully here for this”, Jamie continues. “If you need a moment, you can always pause. You decide the pace.”
Dani appreciates that Jamie wants to be sure she’s prepared, but there’s no need in waiting since Dani is as ready as ready as she’ll ever be. In every sense of the word.
However, she’s not so sure anymore, when Jamie says, “Now, that we’re all set, let’s come.”
*
“I need you to be good for me”, Jamie rasps. “You think you can do that?”
Okay, so: the thing about Dani being prepared? Scratch that.
Nothing could’ve prepared her for what it would do to her to hear Jamie say that.
Nothing.
Jamie had said something similar before – if you’re being good girl for me, I won’t punish ya’, might even reward ya’ – but Dani was too busy arguing with herself, that she didn’t -- however, now that she’s allowing herself to have this, it completely fucks her over.
She’s got a feeling that this is only the beginning.
Dani swallows. Then, with a start, she remembers Jamie’s rule: answer my questions.
Without thinking about it twice, Dani nods.
Jamie hums gently, “Didn’t expect anythin’ else from you, baby.”
“Oh God”, Dani mutters beneath her breath. This is going to be a wild ride.
Everything about this is ridiculously sexy, so unbelievably hot. At the same time, though, it’s so soft, that Dani almost melts, “You’re so beautiful. Anyone ever tell you that?”, Jamie husks into her ear. “I mean, look at you. You have no right to look this good.”
Dani can’t help but smile. It shouldn’t feel so real, so tangible. And still, it does.
“Anyway”, Jamie whispers.
Dani’s smile wavers, when--
“I want you to tease your boobs a little’, comes Jamie’s commanding, yet gentle, voice once again, “Squeeze them softly, if that is somethin’ that feels good for you. If you want you can pinch your nipples through your bra. Or trace your fingers around them. Anythin’ that feels nice.”
As Dani’s following her instructions, she imagines Jamie doing the same to herself. Those beautiful slim fingers, ghosting over dark fabric, and doing all the things she spoke about.
The idea of it alone is exhilarating.
Dani gasps, a new gush of heat pooling low between her legs, when Jamie praises her, “Yeah, just like that.”
She presses her thighs together in search of something that lessens the ache, but it’s of no use. She’d need her fingers there. Or a mouth. Jamie’s mouth, preferably.
“Let your hands wander”, the woman says next, and Dani’s heartbeat picks up in pace. And before she knows it her fingers are already making their way lower.
Jamie has other ideas though, “To anywhere you want, except where you most need them.”
Dani lets out a shaky breath, clenching a fist. She should’ve known.
“Anywhere”, Jamie repeats, smiling, “but not down there.”
A few seconds pass, and Dani thinks letting her hands wander to anywhere but not down there won’t make it better. If anything, it will make it a million times harder.
(But isn’t that what Jamie is trying to do?, her brain offers.)
(Make you desperate?)
Dani bites down on her tongue, choking back a whimper, when Jamie says, “You’ll have to earn it.”
(Isn’t that what you want?)
“It’ll be worth it, trust me.”
(It is, her brain says, and there is not a thing Dani can say to that.)
So, Dani follows Jamie’s example, “Let your nails lightly and slowly graze over your skin. Wherever you’d like. I’ll scrape mine along the insides of my thigh, and down my neck, over my collarbone, down to--”
Jamie cuts herself off with a soft hum. The sound of it, holy shit. There’s no way Dani will make it out of this alive.
“You’re really good at this”, she mumbles, her voice quiet, “So good, I might let you have a taste of what’s yet to come. You want that?”
Dani bites her lip, whispering, “Yeah.”
“Thought so”, Jamie teases. “Why don’t you touch yourself where you’ve been wantin’ to touch all along?”
Dani makes the same mistake again, doesn’t let Jamie finish speaking. A fraction of a second later her fingers are slipping underneath the waistband of her underwear, and--
Of course, Jamie knew this would happen, “Hold on. I’m not done yet.”
Dani removes her hand so quickly, almost as if she’s been burnt. At Jamie’s commanding voice, her hips give a light jerk, and she buries her face in the pillow, letting out an exasperated sigh.
Her hand rests on her stomach – anything further away would’ve been too much – while the other holds tightly onto the bedsheets.
“You’re only allowed to tease yourself a little through your underwear”, Jamie speaks after what feels like an eternity. “Just one finger, lightly brushin’ over your clit.”
Dani waits, if there’s more to come. Doesn’t want to mess things up again. But then there’s a soft groan coming from Jamie, “I’m goin’ to do the same”, and for a second she forgets herself.
Fuck.
Thankfully, she can touch herself now – not really, and not much, but enough – because she couldn’t have not after this.
The first contact, even if it’s just barely-there touches and soft circles, with one finger as she’s been told, is enough to make her moan. It’s never been like this.
Dani can feel the damp fabric underneath her fingertips, making her blood rush, and she thinks it would be easy to just push it aside and --
At once, she needs more – forget enough – and Jamie’s, husky, “God, my underwear is soaked”, isn’t helping. Not in the slightest.
Jamie, who knows what she’s doing, is slowly killing Dani with her words: “ ‘S not enough, huh?”
Dani huffs, rubbing a hand over her face. God, this is frustrating.
The other woman chuckles, “Well, that’s all you’re goin’ to get for now.”
She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t incredibly arousing, to listen to Jamie talk to her in that way, Jamie deciding when, what, how.
Dani reminds herself that this is the sense of it all, and that, no matter what, she’ll see it through. Wants to prove it to herself that she can, even if it almost kills her.
And hearing Jamie moan, “You being so good for me is really turning me on”, makes her want it even more; hasn’t wanted something so much in a long time.
However, she didn’t factor this into her calculation:
Jamie intakes sharply, and there’s rustling on the other side, “I don’t think I can wait any longer."
And: “You will, though: wait.”
And: “And you will listen, while I touch myself.”
Dani’s eyes fly open, and her jaw drops. She had not seen that coming. Yep, Jamie is going to be her cause of death.
“Continue teasin’ yourself”, Jamie instructs on exhale, “And go slow. Don’t you dare pick up in speed or add more pressure.”
Dani thinks it would be easier to not do anything to herself while Jamie -- Christ, she can’t even think about it, without wanting to shove her hand down her underwear.
“Oh, and you can’t stop or not do it.”
Dani groans.
Okay, fine.
“You think you can do that for me?”, comes Jamie’s question. “C’mon, show me what a good girl you can be.”
You’ll have to earn it, Jamie’s voice echoes inside her head. It’ll be worth it, trust me.
So she does.
“I’m slippin’ a hand inside my underwear now”, Jamie mutters. The end of the sentence turns into a long, breathy moan, that absolutely kicks all air out of Dani’s lungs.
“Oh, fuck, god, ‘m so wet, baby.”
The fact that it seems to be an effort to get the words out makes it worse, and it’s so hard to keep it slow. Her fingers tingle with the craving to move faster and press in harder.
At once, there’s a noise coming from Jamie, that sounds a lot like --
“Jesus, can you hear how wet I am?”
Dani can’t take it anymore, and she surrenders to the feeling of wanting more, and the next thing she knows, are her fingers circling her clit through the cotton, in a way she shouldn’t.
Dani slows a little when she realizes what she’s doing but can’t go back to one finger and slow. Jamie’s sounds make her desperately want to fuck herself.
“You sure you didn’t cheat a little?”, Jamie speaks after a little while, and Dani feels caught. Shit. “You did, didn’t you?”
Dani bites down on her knuckle, feeling heat rise in her cheeks, “That’s not what I call a good girl.”
Still, Dani continues to move her fingers, whimpering against her hand, and unable to stop.
“ ‘S okay”, Jamie says with a low chuckle. “Like it when you lose control ‘cause of me.”
Jamie’s wet sounds have her seconds away from pushing aside the fabric, that is too ruined to be of any use, anyway, and get the job done, but she doesn’t. Has already bend a rule, wants to keep herself from breaking it altogether.
Dani sighs, both in relief and pleasure, when Jamie tells her, “You may join me now, baby.”
Dani doesn’t need to be told twice, her hand sliding past the hemline of her panties half a moment later. “Make yourself feel good”, Jamie mutters, her voice thick with arousal, “You deserve it.”
The amount of wetness Dani’s fingers find should be criminal, but Dani hasn’t it in her to care about anything else than the intense pleasure that is building after only a couple gentle strokes.
Dani can’t help but notices how hot it is between her legs, compared to the rest of her body. The cool of her fingers is a welcoming contrast to the blazing sensation, that slowly makes its way to every part of her body.
It takes seconds, and Dani’s positively alight with something she can’t quite name.
She moans in pleasure, the fingers against her throbbing clit feeling different without anything in the way, and she didn’t know how much she truly needed this until now.
It’s a wonder Jamie can still talk, given she’s doing the same thing as Dani. She just seems to be worlds better at having herself under control, and it’s stupidly sensual, “Just the thought of you touching yourself because I told you so, fuck, that’s hot.”
The sound of her voice is – damn, there’s no adjective in no existing language for that. And even if there was, Dani’s sure she wouldn’t find it now.
Dani coats her entire hand with her slick arousal, her body reacting to Jamie before she even has a chance to form a coherent thought about what it is doing to her.
Jamie moans again, an utterly filthy sound from the back of her throat, and Dani thinks she could come from just that. Another one of those, and she’d -- “Oh, that feels so fucking good.”
Jamie moaning is one thing, Jamie swearing is another. But Jamie telling what feels good to her, while Dani’s imagining all the things she is doing to herself, is something else entirely.
Dani wants to make it last, she really wants to, all of this being way too good for it not to, but Dani’s already hurtling towards the edge in a pace that she doesn’t know of herself.
“If you’re getting to close”, Jamie manages to get out between laboured breaths, “Slow down or stop for a few seconds. As long as you can take it.”
It’s hard, to stop, but Dani makes it. It’s harder to keep slow, because also slow would get her there, sooner or later. Sooner, in this case.
“You’re not”, Jamie chokes out after another heavy moan, that neatly cuts through Dani’s core, “allowed to come before I do.”
At first, Dani stops after ten seconds, starts working her fingers again, but it’s too much and she has to stop again. Ten seconds in between turn to eight, and eight to five. Five to three, and at one point she’s certain another stroke and she’d fall apart spectacularly.
“Who tells you when to come, baby?”, Jamie husks, and Dani can almost see the lazy grin on Jamie’s lips, “That’s right, me.”
Dani’s clit twitches more with every second she doesn’t continue, but she just can’t. She figures if she waits long enough – half a minute should do – she’ll be able to touch herself again without the beginnings of her orgasm slamming into her, so that she has to stop again.
It’s torture.
“I want you to come with me, yeah?”, comes Jamie’s next command. “If you can’t, you have another fifteen seconds to do the same.”
If Dani can last until there, she’ll want to hear Jamie come, holding off as long as she can, before letting go herself, doesn’t want to miss what Jamie sounds like, just because she’s at it herself.
“I take the rest of my clothes off now”, she says, sounding as desperate as Dani feels, “Take yours off too, baby.”
Dani does. Shirt and underwear discarded somewhere on the floor, Dani wears nothing at all, and Jamie on the other side is naked too --
“Mhm, much better, isn’t it?”, Jamie mumbles, the end of the sentence softly breaking, and Dani has a feeling of what’s the reason for it.
Jamie hums in pleasure, “Want you to fuck yourself. One, or two fingers, whatever feels better. Inside, please.”
It’s a mystery to Dani how someone can be so tender, and so dominating at the same time, but all she wants is do all the things Jamie wants her to.
Dani sinks two fingers into herself right away, sure that she won’t even feel one. She curls them upwards, and the intensity of it has her gasping for air, has her free hand fisting the sheets.
Jamie expresses what Dani’s experiencing right this second, and knowing Jamie feels similar things, is intimate in a way it shouldn’t be, “Oh, oh my god, yes.”
“That feels good, hm?”, Jamie breathes. Speaking seems to be a challenge now, and it sounds incredibly sexy.
In that moment Dani desperately wishes it wasn’t her own fingers, but Jamie’s. It would feel a thousand times better.
“Harder, baby”, Jamie instructs, and it sounds beautifully strangled. Jamie stifles a moan against what must be her hand, and Dani thinks this is it.
This is it.
Jamie is worried about being too loud, because it feels too good, and Dani wants to hear it over and over again. Wants to feel how much Jamie wants this.
And Dani fucks herself harder, while the heel of her palm drives up into her clit with every thrust, “Good girl”, Jamie praises her, and Dani can’t help but moan in response.
“If you can -- another finger”, the other woman mutters, controlling her voice the best she can, “like I do. And use both hands.”
Dani does as she’s told, at last getting the hang of this, and adds another finger. The way takes a third inside herself, perfectly and effortlessly, should take her by surprise, but it doesn’t.
Nothing does, not since she decided to give this thing a go. Since Jamie happened.
She focuses on her clit with her other hand, a new wave of slick heat soaking her fingers, when she pictures Jamie doing the same to herself, and Dani doesn’t think she’s ever been that turned on before.
At least not without anybody else being physically with her.
It takes her at most ten seconds to arrive at the point where she’s been moments before, and she’s right there on the edge; it’s all-consuming now, the combination of both sensations is overwhelming her in the best possible way.
Dani’s moans are becoming shorter now, are more frequent, and she doesn’t know if she can hold her orgasm at bay until Jamie’s there too. But she also can’t stop, can’t, she’s too far gone.
But then: “Holy shit, ‘m so close. Fuck.”
“Fuck fuck fuck”, Dani whispers, hearing Jamie say this is killing her. Dani’s moans are becoming quieter, until it’s more of a rhythmic breathing than anything else; most times it’s like that just before she comes.
And she’s right there, like right there.
She’s nearly coming, a fraction of a second away, when Jamie speaks the last words, “ ‘M gonna come, fuck.”
A beat.
“C’mon--come with me, baby girl.”
And then Jamie’s falling apart with a long, soft cry, and its hands-down the most erotic sound Dani has ever heard in her entire life.
At the sound of it, she’s coming too, like hell she is, more, the longer Jamie’s moans last.
She pictures Jamie’s spine arching off the couch, fingers thrusting inside herself a messy rhythm that is none at all, fingers working at a fast pace on a sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing every last drop of pleasure out of herself.
Jamie slowly comes back down, and so does Dani, her breathing returning back to normal, “Jesus, that was … intense as fuck.”
She chuckles lowly, sounding exhausted but content, “And all of that because you’ve been such a good girl for me.”
Dani takes a deep breath, wiping her fingers on the sheets, her muscles softly twitching in the afterglow of an earth-shattering orgasm.
“Can’t wait to make you come next time”, Jamie teases, the rawness in her voice work Dani up all over again, just like that, “’Cause that’s what you did, right? You imagined me doing this to you.”
Dani turns to her side, a hand sliding underneath her pillow and slowly coming back to reality, “I like that idea, you know”, Jamie whispers, “That you think it’s me.”
Dani’s eyes flutter closed, feeling the exhaustion of the day and half of a sleepless night in her bones, and all she wants to do is sleep.
Jamie says a few other words, but she’s doesn’t really hear them anymore, slowly drifting into a dreamless slumber.
(“Thank you so much for listening”, Jamie says, ‘I appreciate each and every one of you who dare to come on kinky adventures with me. Means the world to me. See you next week, my Queens. Take care.”)
Dani, so it seems, has a thing for ‘porn’ after all. All it has to be Jamie, a strange woman from across the ocean, who’s just too good with words. Who sure as hell is good with hands too, and all of the other things.
Oh, what she’d do to find out if that’s true.
On top of all this, Jamie helped her fall asleep, slowly and then all at once, which is a wonder on its own.
*
On a Tuesday on a warm June morning, Jamie wakes up to Heart of Glass and bunch of new notifications on her phone.
She usually doesn’t bother reading any of them, just opens them so the notification symbol disappears again (she hates unread messages); sometimes she deletes them even right away.
One text (in fact, it is three), catches her attention.
dnxcltn: hi x just wanted to drop by to say thank you, on behalf of everyone who listens to you, for all that you do. it’s a pleasure every time, and i mean that quite literally, lol.
dnxcltn: but that’s not the real reason i’m texting you. i don’t have as much sleepless nights as i used to before i started listening to you. sorry if this is weird, but it’s true. you helped me a lot. still do. you bring so many people pleasure with your work that i thought you deserve the same thing. want to show you how much you’re appreciated. so with your permission i’d like to record something for you. if that’s something you’re cool with. if not that’s fine too.
dnxctln: oh, name’s dani, btw.
Jamie typically doesn’t reply to messages either, because if she’d start doing that she’d spend hours on end texting back strangers. However, from time to time she does, and there’s something about this one that exceptionally intriguing.
jmxtlr: hey. that’s quite a message to wake up to. my day only can be a good one if it starts like this. i’m happy i could help you out in more ways than one. and sure, by all means, go on. i’d love to hear you, dani.
Dani’s text comes in shortly after, and Jamie sits up against her headboard, figuring she can spare some minutes before she has to get up and get ready for work.
dnxcltn: oh you replied, didn’t think you would!
dnxcltn: yeah, so, are you okay if i send you a photo of me, too? if we’re doing this i want you to do this right, and that includes … visuals. just like you post a picture before every episode. it’s only fair.
jmxtlr: yeah, sure. whatever you want, love. and if you realize halfway through you don’t like it, that’s okay too. no hard feelings, yeah? but yes, I’d love to see you as well.
dnxcltn: oh thank you sm. that’s sweet of you, jamie.
dnxcltn: when would be a good time to send you my little gift?
jmxtlr: i get off work at six (pst) so any time after that. so i can listen to it when i come home.
jmxtlr: if i make it home, before curiosity gets the best of me, haha. it’s not every day i someone makes a recording of themselves, just for me.
dnxcltn: every other day then? can’t imagine how many queers must slide into your dms, all the damn time, lol
jmxtlr: dms yeah but i barely read them. let alone text back. it’s too many. but there was something else about your message
jmxtlr: and welp, now i am here, texting you while i should get ready for work. oops
jmxtlr: oh, and about the recordings. you’d definitely be the first
dnxcltn: really?
jmxtlr: really. i’m serious.
dnxcltn: can’t believe no one has ever thought of doing that
dnxcltn: see it as a thank you x
dnxcltn: anyway, i won’t keep you any longer. don’t want you to be late, jamie x
jmxtlr: it’s okay, i’m still in time. also, i like talking to you.
jmxtlr: so i can expect to hear from you later?
dnxcltn: yeah, “later”. but i can’t promise i’ll wait until you’re done working before i’ll send it, since i’m already… you know. and i’m dying to know what you think about it.
dnxcltn: but WHEN you’re going get it, that’s going to be a surprise.
Jamie beams at her screen, already liking this Dani more than she’d care to admit.
(To anyone, including herself.)
jmxtlr: guess who’s going to be distracted all day at work now
jmxtlr: you better make it up to me, dani
Dani takes her time to text back this time, but then it’s this:
dnxcltn: i will
A second later a photo of Dani is coming in and--
dnxcltn: how about this for a start?
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