'I should have gone home', I thought. 'Fuck! Why didn't I just go home? What was I thinking? I've ruined everything.'
"Actually, I'm… I'm with Lucy," I said.
And Cait just said, "oh."
"Cait," I said. "I'm sorry."
"Why?" she said. "Did you fuck her?"
"No. Of course not. You know that I would never do that."
"Yeah, you would. Are you in her bed?"
"Yes, but I'm always..."
"Are you naked?" she said, and I realized I was, but only because I didn't have any clothes there. Lucy had given me a t-shirt to sleep in but I didn't have it on, and I couldn't really remember when or why I had taken it off, but sometimes you just do stuff like that in your sleep, I guess.
"Yes, but…"
"Is she sleeping?"
"I think so," I said, and then I said "Lucy? Are you awake?" but she didn't answer, and I could hear her breathing calmly, so I said to Cait, "Yes, she is."
And then Cait said, "Touch yourself."
"What?"
"Touch yourself," she said again, and there was something in her voice. She sounded so much like her mom, so I did as she said and put my hand between my thighs and on my pussy, and I stroked it up and down just with my nails.
"Do it," Cait said.
"I am," I said. "But, what if she wakes up?"
"Then we'll see if I'm right about her," she said. "What are you doing?"
I whispered lower when I told her, and then she said "Rub your clit," and I did that too.
"Are you doing it too?" I said.
"Maybe. Are you getting wet?"
"A little," I said, but actually it was more than just a little.
"Put one finger in," Cait said, and I did, and she said, "Tell me what you're doing."
"I'm doing what you told me to do."
"No, tell me."
"I whispered, "I'm fucking myself with my finger."
"I can't hear you."
So a little louder, but not so loud that it would wake Lucy up, I said, "I'm fucking myself."
"Now, use two," she said, and I did. "Tell me," she said.
"I have two fingers in my pussy now."
"Keep talking."
And I told her everything I did as I did it, and she kept telling me to do things and I did everything as she said, and then I described it to her and how it made me feel, and then after a while I was close to coming, and I said, "baby, I need to stop."
"Why?"
"I'm gonna come."
"Okay, come."
"But…" I said, but I was already too close, and then I came and I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood, but I had to or I would have screamed.
"Tell me," Cait said.
I moaned, "I'm cu-hummmm!"
And Cait and I really were okay. The next day she apologized for the way she had reacted, and I apologized for what I had done, and she said, "don't. You know I wanted you to do it, really. It's just that, well, maybe next time you can ask me first?" So, I promised I would, and she even made me promise to ask for her permission before I ever fucked anyone else.
"But I don't think I ever will," I said.
"Sure you will," she said, and she was right, and it's hard to explain but it became kind of a thing for us, almost like a game we played. Kind of like the next step from what we had done before when she would ask me to tell her stories about her dad, and she liked this new thing even more.
And the phone sex thing that had started in Lucy's bed also became a thing. Like, she would call me up and tell me to masturbate whenever or wherever, and I would do it. Maybe because I felt like I owed her or something, but I liked it too, of course.
But we never overdid it. There were a few times when I had to say no, when it was just absolutely impossible, and she was okay with it, but she would punish me for it later.
I mean, she was her mother's daughter after all.
And a couple of times she even made me do it when I was with mom. And I could have said no then too, but I didn't. Or, I did, of course, but just a little, and then I kinda let her talk me into it.
Like, the first time that happened, I was in the living room on the couch with my laptop on my lap, and mom was ironing a bunch of clothes behind me, and the TV was on because mom was watching it a little. I can't remember what was on, because I wasn't watching, and then Cait called me.
I had been with her earlier that day, so when she called, I kinda knew why, and as I picked up I pushed the button on the side to turn the speaker volume down, and then I said, "hey, babe."
She just said, "pinch your nipples."
"No," I said.
"Why not?"
I whispered, "mom is here."
"Aww," Cait said. "Pinch your nipples!"
"Okay!" I hissed, and I put my hand under my sweater and did it.
"Are you doing it?"
"Yes," I said.
"Both?"
"No."
"Then do it," she said. "Both at the same time."
"But…"
"Put the phone down and pinch both your nipples," she said, and so I put the phone down in my lap and put both my hands under my sweater, crossing my arms, and then I pinched my nipples for just a few seconds, and then I picked up the phone again.
"Okay, I did it," I whispered.
"I couldn't hear you," she said.
"No, because I can't."
"You have to tell me what you're doing," she said. "Do it again," and so I did, but this time I squeezed the phone between my cheek and my shoulder.
And I whispered, "Okay, I'm pinching them."
"Play with them more," she said, so I pinched them and rubbed them and pulled at them a little, and she said, "Well?" and I told her what I was doing, and she said, "Mmm," and then she said, "Okay, you can stop."
And then she said, "Now rub your pussy."
"Cait, no."
"Do it, just a little," she said, and I put my hand in my jeans and rubbed my pussy outside my panties.
And then I heard mom say, "Take your clothes off, dear."
And my jaw dropped and my face got so hot, and I said, "Mom, no! What?? Eww!"
"I said, 'could you take your clothes upstairs?'" mom said. "It's the least you could do, don't you think?"
"Oh, uhm, yeah sure," I said.