Chapter 3

Our sexual relationship was a strange one. The way we continued with it was to slowly try to outdo what we had done previously, without being direct or obvious about it.

Let me tell you about the night after our last encounter. Like usual, before going to bed, we both rushed to our rooms, and connected to the net. She had a different look on her face. It was a mixture of slight embarrassment and a hint of mischief. It was a look I had not seen before, and didn't know what to expect.

She was wearing her usual nightgown, and she slightly raised the hem up to her thighs. I took out my already hard cock, and wondered what she was up to. She looked at me, grinned in that mischievous, lusty way, and grabbed something near her desk. Before I could see what it was, she seemed to lose confidence, and put it back.

I didn't know what she wanted to do, but I knew that I wanted to see it. So I encouraged her, by typing a message to her.

"Do it", was all it said.

She looked at me, seemed to giggle nervously, and shook her head.

"Do it", I typed again. And then, "For me".

She looked back at the camera, but seemed to keep shifting her eyes, as if she couldn't look directly at it. She paused for a few seconds, and then seemed to decide on something. She moved the camera lower, so it could focus on her thighs (and obviously hide her face, it probably made her feel more comfortable). She then raised her hem a little higher, until I could seem her wet pussy. She used her middle finger to rub her pussy, and she brought something in front of the camera using her other hand.

It was her brush.

She must have been really horny, because she didn't tease me like she might have wanted to. She rubbed the handle of the brush against her pussy a few times, and then pushed it in. I don't know if it was the feel of the cold brush in her wet cunt, or the fact that she was showing herself to me like this that caused her to lean forward, grab the monitor with one hand, and fuck herself furiously with the brush.

Because of her movement, I couldn't see her pussy or her body. She was too busy fucking herself to properly align the camera.

I couldn't miss this.

I rushed out of my room, and entered hers without knocking. She was hunched over the computer, her arms wrapped tightly around the moniter, her body on the edge of the seat, and her other hand pushing the brush in and out.

She glanced at me, and moaned, "Oh GodÖ"

I don't know if it was out of lust or embarrassment, and I barely noticed her moan. I think I might have leaped at her like a tiger. My body touched her body, and I could smell her desire. It seemed to pour out of her body, in a mixture of sweat, lust, and the wetness of her pussy. One of my hands grabbed her shoulders tightly, and pushed her closer against my body. My other hand grabbed the brush. At this, she let go of it, and instead wrapped her hands around my neck, and pushed her hip against the brush.

"Do-me-do-me-do-me", the words came out of her mouth, sounding more like one whole word instead of separate ones.

I started to push the brush in and out of her. I could feel the pussy juices on the brush, and on my fingers. I looked at my fingers, then at my cock as it slid against her thighs, leaving a trail of precum. Suddenly, I could feel her mouth against mine, her tongues entering my mouth. It wasn't a sweet or a romantic kiss. It was an almost hungry kiss, like she was trying to eat my face. Her lips bit my lips again and again, as the brush fucked her faster.

One of her hands left my neck, and roamed my body, desperately looking for my cock. When she found it, she masturbated me rapidly, almost painfully.

Her hips kept moving faster until she seemed to explode. Her mouth left my lips, and instead found its mark on my neck. She bit it hard, as her hips pressed against the brush handle. Her fingers moved faster, until I couldn't control myself either, and my sperm shot out of my cock all over her nightgown.

We lay like that for a while, both of us panting in each other's ears, neither of us daring to move. It seemed that a movement would make this surreal moment into a reality instead of the fantasy it seemed to be.

So we didn't move, until I noticed that she was sleeping with her head on the desk (or pretending to sleep, to escape the awkwardness of what happened). I lifted her up, put her to bed, and covered her with her blanket. I lowered myself to kiss myself her on the lift, then for some reason decided against it. I don't know why, but a kiss like that seemed somehow wrong.