Diary of a sexually (in)active girl. Chapter 1. Just an empty call.

 

Here's the first chapter of the story. Please, be kind. English isn't my first language, so you can correct me and give me as much feedback as you want.

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Chapter 1. Just an empty call.

When did those lewd thoughts begin? If she were to be honest, she couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when they appeared in her mind. Maybe it was hearing her classmates talk about sex or porn during breaks. Could it be when she found a list of porn webs in one of her father’s notebooks when she was looking for a paper to write on during a call? Perhaps it was when she masturbated on the phone with her first girlfriend. Whatever the reason was, it had turned into quite a problem already. In a way, her exploration had driven her to find herself interested in quite bizarre kinks and she even watched porn with a poker face even when surrounded by people. At 22, she was still exploring her sexuality and felt flustered about her inner thoughts. It was Saturday evening, and the teachers had been merciful enough not to ask for many reports, which was surprising since it was almost Christmas. Emma took advantage of that to relax all day. She laid in her dorm’s bed, her mattress covered with a towel to avoid staining the sheets. Autumn was almost ending, and the room started to feel cold. Her body was trembling, and her breathing was ragged. The vibrator she had bought not long ago and the hairspray can she had been using for the last three years to masturbate were by her side, stained with sticky liquid. She had never felt so good before, but she couldn’t help but think that maybe she had chosen the wrong sex toy. Even if the vibration was delightful and made her legs tremble like leaves, it was too short for her, or maybe just not thick enough. The reality was that it only helped her stimulate her clit. After being able to take a breather from the overwhelming feelings that had short-circuited her nervous system, she stopped the video she was watching, it was a random one of a girl getting railed up by an older man with a POV scenario. She couldn’t complain much, all ten different speeds of her new best friend had left her even more needy after touching the stars. She had to bite her lip not to moan loud enough to make everyone know she was masturbating. Just as she was about to stand up and clean her sex toys, a soft buzz came from her phone. Her slender fingers reached to hold it and checked the notifications. “Anthony”, she whispered to herself. A sigh escaped from her lips. Somehow, he always reached out whenever she needed him the most. She had met him on a group chat when she was still a teenager. When her first partner broke up with her, the relationship had released a libido she didn’t know she had in her. She had always been the lonely type, so she reached for the easiest and most toxic resource to soothe her drive, the internet. Whether it was chats where she pretended to be older to masturbate or explicit roleplays, she didn’t hesitate to try her luck. In one of those, she met him. He was twice her age, and she started roleplaying with their OC, even if it ended up with steamy video calls whenever they could. In the end, he discovered her deception, but both of them ended up overlooking it since the bond they forged brought them a sense of security and understanding that went farther than mere sexting.     “How are you? Did you finish that report you had to send?”, he asked in his message, “I saw your picture now. I have just finished working. Damn, I’m hard. Are you still masturbating?”     “I did. I wanted to have the whole day for myself. Thanks for asking”, Emma responded as she adjusted her position on the bed, pressing her chest against the pillow, “I’m tired. I just finished touching myself. Do you want some help with your cock?”     “I’m glad. You can send some more pictures while I drive home. I’ll see them later. Are you free for a video call?”, he suggested and sent a picture of the bulge in his pants.     “Sure. At this point, I’m suggesting you simply start a call so you can hear me moan while you drive”, Emma teased Anthony as her fingers found their way to her wet pussy again.     “You naughty girl… If I were there, I’d fuck you senseless”, the man responded, in a way that she could almost sense his tone of voice lowering.     “You know that I’d love to. If only you weren’t so far away…”, Emma typed as one of her hands moved to find her already sensitive pussy.     “You said you haven’t had sex with anyone before, but you’re making me wish I was the first to take that beautiful pussy of yours, sweetie”, Anthony admitted bluntly, “Come on, call me.”

    Emma didn’t add anything else; she just clicked the call icon and adjusted her position. She looked at her bedside table. As well as the hairspray can, she had another friend, the hair mouse can. Knowing him, she’d end up needing it. She was lucky enough to have brought it just in case, her legs felt wobbly. Maybe she genuinely needed true dildos, even if she had to be paranoid about her mother going into her sudden cleaning sprees and finding them. Before she could keep reflecting about it, she heard a soft, manly voice on the other side of her phone.

    “Are you there, princess?”, Anthony’s voice was lower than usual, more gruff, and it made her shiver just to imagine his arousal. “Are you still naked?”     “Of course I am. Did you reach your car already? I don’t want your co-workers to see the tent in your pants”, Emma teased him and reached for her neon pink vibrator, using the sweetest voice she could.     “You minx… Like you really care about it. You had me masturbating in the office’s bathroom more than once.”     “Sorry, dear. I’m ready. Whenever you want me to…”, she muttered, lowering her voice, as if making this moment more intimate.     “You’re the naughtiest. Start doing it for me, will you?”, Anthony asked, hushed, and she could hear him put on the security belt. “I can picture you on the bed already, ready for me.”     “Oh? But I already am”, Emma teased him further as her hips started grinding against the smooth surface of the sex toy. It was delightful that he reacted so straightforwardly to her advances.     “I promise I’ll drive there one day and we’ll have plenty of fun together. Oh, how I want to touch you, babe. Your love handles, those huge tits of yours…”, he listed and she could almost picture him touching his crotch.     “Such a flatterer, dear… but it turns me on so much.”

    She couldn’t deny that those words made her feel giddy; it was as if she had butterflies inside her belly after hearing him kick years of bullying because of her weight vanish in thin air. She reached for the hairspray can and started licking it, exaggerating the sound so he could hear her. Her tongue travelled across the metallic surface until it reached her lips, and she took it all in one go to soak it in her saliva. She could almost hear him sigh in delight, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips as soon as she removed the can from her mouth. As if sensing that she was enjoying his reactions, Anthony let out a huff and shook his head. That girl was definitely one of the most enticing she had found since his ex-wife.

    “So cheeky. I’d fuck you hard enough for you to forget that shameless attitude of yours”, he protested and sighed, “How I wished to have those lips of yours around my cock now, princess.”     “I’d love to eat you out, dear. My cunt is dripping just imagining it”, Emma whispered, licking her lips.

    Then, her finger reached the button on the vibrator, and a whimper escaped her lips. It rubbed just against her sensitive bu,d and all she could do was close her legs. Her ragged breathing was enough to make the older man whisper a “good girl”, which made her sigh with delight. Her other hand didn’t hesitate to start working. As she started to open her legs, she approached the can to her cunt. The cold surface against her damp slit didn’t help much and a soft curse left her lips.

    “A pretty lady like you shouldn’t curse”, Anthony scolded her playfully, “I’m starting to feel jealous, babe. I bet your pussy is really warm. Come on, fuck that pretty, little cunt for me.”

    Emma adjusted her position and started moving the can inside her. It felt so good that it made her grunt as a wave of pure bliss filled her chest. She could hear him making soft sounds of discomfort as she began moaning softly just for him. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but she didn’t care much.

    “Aren’t you using your vibrator, sweetheart?”, he asked softly as he chuckled, delighted by the symphony of whimpers that blossomed on her lips.     “I am, but I’m keeping the rest of the show for you to see with your own too eyes”, she muttered with trembling voice, almost inaudible, “Fuck, it enters so nicely inside my cunt.”     “Damn, I’m hard…”, he complained, hoping he didn’t run into neighbours once he parked the car, “ I wouldn’t mind seeing the show twice, babe.     “I’m spoiling you rotten now”, the chubby girl pouted, adjusting her hair a little so she didn't pull it as she changed her position. “You win.”

    Emma approached the vibrator to the phone and clicked the button once more, so he could listen to the change in the vibration. The man chuckled, enjoying how she teased him. She swore she heard his breath hitch. She approached the sex toy to her clit and winced. When the trembling tip touched it, she felt an electric shock run through her veins. The previous session had left her extremely receptive, but, with two more rounds, she was certain that she wouldn’t recover for dinner. Her moans gushed from her lips even if she tried to remain as silent as possible. She squirmed, unable to move the hairspray tin she had been using as a dildo.

    “Shit, you’re so sexy. I can’t wait to get home. Keep moaning, dear… and say my name”, he asked gently, his voice deep and comforting.     “A-Anthony… I wish I had your hard cock pounding inside me and filling my womb with your seed”, She blurted out all of the sudden. Her voice was seductive and shaky as she increased the speed.     “You will, dear. I’m almost home”, she could almost hear how his grip on the wheel tightened, even when he sounded amused by her words.

    He was horny, she had done it and she felt proud even if she felt morally filthy afterward. He usually drove for thirty minutes home; it wasn’t far, but it felt like an eternity now. She turned around, hiding her face on her pillow, and her body trembled. When she shifted, her legs had closed once more and, somehow, it trapped the vibrator at a different angle that made her whimper and almost shed a tear. She could hear Anthony grunting and huffing, approvingly of how vocal she was being. She kept increasing the speed, and she was starting to feel numb. Her legs were shaking, and her voice was faltering.

    “I’m almost home. Rest for a little bit, sweetie. It sounds heavenly”, the man whispered, and it was as if he was there caressing her hair to soothe her.     “Alright”, Emma managed to croak as she turned off the vibrator and readjusted her position once again, “I’ll go grab the computer so you can see me better, without the cables and that stuff.”     “Will you be able to stand?”, he asked playfully.     “I hope so”, a chuckle escaped her lips as she sat on the mattress.     “Don’t remove the hairspray can, will you?”, he ordered, his voice soft, but she knew she couldn’t say no. She loved being ordered around and pleasing others; she couldn’t help it.

    The college student blushed but hummed as a response. After leaving the sex toy on the mattress, she tried to stand up, but her legs were shaking so much that she had to place her hand on the wall. She could barely hold the “dildo” inside her pussy at that point. Once Emma felt more confident, she walked towards her desk and picked up her laptop. She held it against her chest and walked back to the bed. Her hips gently moved to push the can deeper, and she whimpered as she prepared everything for the main course. His voice announcing that he was already inside his apartment made her belly feel as if she had bubbles inside. She thought he'd take more time, but she couldn't hold it anymore. She waited patiently and started moving the recipient inside her cunt to tease him more.

    “You sound so fuckable… My precum was already leaking”, he confessed, and she could hear the rustling of his clothes as he removed them.     “I think you’re imagining me on my knees sucking it, am I correct?”, Emma teased him but he chuckled.     “You can’t deny that having such a beautiful, shameless woman with her plump tits and soft lips on my cock sounds perfect”, Anthony admitted and sat on his bed, “Are you ready?”     “Yeah… I’ll enter the video call on my computer now.”

    The young woman hung up on her phone before pressing the corresponding icon and uncovering the camera. He accepted it almost right away, as if he were as anxious as she was, and saw the older man adjusting his screen. He seemed to have changed to his computer, too. The man in his 40s was naked, his hairy chest visible, as well as his cock. It wasn’t especially big, but it seemed quite thick. It was curved and veiny. She could see it gleaming with the precum. It was nice to look at, even if it wasn't the prettiest or most desirable she had seen. Regardless, her cheeks became warm, slightly shy, even if those calls were quite common.

    “You’re as beautiful as always, princess. Look at those boobs of yours. I’d be squeezing them if I had the chance”, Anthony grunted as he started caressing his penis to the camera.     “You know I’d love that. Wow, you’re very hard today”, she admitted, adjusting her position.     “That’s all your fault, you, minx. Do you have the can still inside you?”, he asked as he leaned backward.

    The young woman forced her legs open, showing the improvised dildo shoved into her hairy pussy. He sighed with delight, and she slowly removed it. It made a soft pop and her slender fingers parted her vaginal lips, showing how it glistened with her juices. He hummed again, pleased. With all honesty, she didn’t care if her sexting companions saw her face. She was quite… average. Her face was round, and her lips were slightly plump and red. Her eyes were round and hazel, and her glasses made them look slightly tinier. She was a little overweight, and her bosom and hips had stretch marks, the color of which had lightened over time until they were almost invisible. She was by any means what society considered beautiful.

    “I’d lick you dry, babe”, he responded and started to play with his shaft.     “I’d love to. I’m so needy”, Emma admitted and grabbed the bigger can.

    On the other side, the man sighed. He loved how she rode it. He had seen her do it during the four years she had been in college; after all, that's when she had started to have more freedom to masturbate. It was massive in comparison. It was almost twice the hairspray can and some centimeters thicker. She put herself on her knees on the mattress and raised her hips to align herself with it. Then, she lowered herself, feeling the cold surface penetrate her tight hole, expanding it. She mewled and leaned forward, as a gasp leaked through her parted lips. It fit her perfectly in her tight canal, and being seen enjoying it caused a surge of warmth to rise to her cheeks. She started moving her hips as her cries became louder.

    “Fuck, so hot. I wish you were riding me instead. Such a beauty you are…”, Anthony praised her as he whacked off.

    The young woman started to knead one of her breasts slowly and held it so her lips reached her nipple. She didn’t actually enjoy it, but she knew it would turn her companion on. He cursed under his breath as she kept mounting the can, whispering how she wished it was him or how she craved his semen filling her pussy. It was customary, like a routine. Nevertheless, knowing that someone was watching her pleasure herself made her feel even more aroused. Then, she let go of her already-hardened nipple and reached for her vibrator, abandoned not long ago on the blue towel that protected her bed. She started using it on her, pressing the tip on her sensitive clit. As she pushed the button, the chubby woman arched her back.

    “Dear, let me see you squirming with your toy better. Remove the can, please”, the older man begged, already panting a little.

    She hadn’t noticed when his hand had started to speed up as it rubbed his hardened cock. However, she obliged and laid on the bed with her thick thighs parted. She removed the can with another pop and placed the trembling end on her clit. She whimpered and, as she had done during the first half of the call, she started to touch her sensitive mound. She increased the pace when she saw fit while her eyes were locked on the man jerking off on the other side of the screen.

    “Fuck, I’m cumming”, he admitted and she knew that, once again     “Me too”, she whimpered and leaned towards the computer, even if she knew it was a white lie and she didn’t come in reality, she never could. Or, at least, so she thought.

    Strangely, the young woman had always felt marveled by that moment, the moment when semen sprung from a man’s cock. It was mesmerizing to see it. For an unknown reason, observing that moment live always sent shivers down her back. She had never had sex, she had never been in contact with cum. However, she loved it. It was a mystery she probably wouldn't be able to comprehend. Anthony’s cock twitched softly and the warm, sticky liquid dripped from his dick before it flattened. “Beautiful”, Emma thought and wished she could feel it one day filling her now unsatisfied cunt.

    “That was amazing, dear. Did you cum?”, the older man asked as he sighed, his hand reaching for a tissue.     “Yeah, it was awesome”, the chubby student lied and grabbed a tissue herself. “I should probably end the call. It’s almost dinner time.”     “Alright, beautiful. Take care”, he responded and cut the call.

    She wondered if men genuinely disregarded that their partners didn’t cum or if it was because, in this specific case, he couldn’t personally check. As she usually did, the college student took a picture of her pussy, covered in a whitish liquid after masturbating, and her naked torso. Then, she turned off the vibrator and cleaned it. She saw Anthony responding with an emoji and a “gorgeous” that made her feel full for a moment, but also like a whore. It was fulfilling, but it also left her empty. It was a hollow feeling that vanished as fast as it appeared. She started cleaning the masturbation session off the bed as if it hadn't happened, even if her wobbly legs were a testament. She washed herself a little and plugged the vibrator to charge it for the next time. Now she had to walk to the dining room of her dorms and feign that her pussy wasn’t sensitive after masturbating for hours.

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