Sexting Fuck Buddy In Bed

She wakes up wet in the night, can’t rouse him, and ends up on her back sexting a friend while she gets herself off beside him.

$name1 wakes up wet in the night, can’t rouse $name2, and ends up on her back sexting a friend while she gets herself off beside him.

The house was dead.

$name1 came awake with her T-shirt already up and her hand between her thighs. $name2 didn’t move when $name1 said his name. $name2 didn’t move when $name1 put his hand on her. He was gone. $name1 took her phone off the side instead.

The chat was an old one. A friend from work. He’d been good for this before. $name1 typed with one thumb, the other already on her clit.

you awake
I’m wet
he’s asleep next to me

The reply came in under a minute. He told $name1 to send a picture. $name1 kicked the duvet down, opened her thick thighs in the dark, and took one β€” T-shirt around her ribs, fingers in the way, $name2 a shape under the covers beside her. $name1 sent it. He told $name1 to use two fingers. $name1 did. The wet sound of it was loud in the quiet room. $name1’s glasses were still on the bedside table. $name1 didn’t put them on.

He told $name1 to go deeper. He told $name1 to imagine it was him. $name1 pushed three fingers into herself and fucked her own hand the way she wanted a cock, hips lifting off the mattress, T-shirt stuck to her heavy tits. $name1 came with her mouth open and the phone still unlocked on her chest, a shake she tried to keep off $name2’s side of the bed. The screen lit her face. Another message.

again. send me when you come.

$name1 didn’t stop.

$name1 kept her thighs open and worked her clit through the first one until the second built, messier, her fingers sloppy, the sheet already wet under her arse. $name1 came again looking at the ceiling, phone slipping in her other hand, a photo going out mid-shake that was just $name1’s open legs and the shine on her fingers.

$name1 dropped the phone on her stomach.

$name1 stayed on her back next to $name2 with her T-shirt around her ribs, thighs still open, her own mess on her hand and on the sheet. The chat was still buzzing. $name1 didn’t pick it up straight away.

$name1 didn’t close her legs. $name1 lay in the dark and let it cool on her skin.