Not sure how I am updating this one already so please forgive me if the next update is in another 5 years. I blame and thank my Lil' Whip for this one.
She barely remembers getting home. She can't open her door fast enough, locking it behind her even faster. She leaves her bag full of lingerie and purse at door and makes her way to the shower.
Her phone goes off and it's a text.
Elliot.
"Just wanted to make sure you got home okay."
She hesitates on answering him and just double clicks the text bubble and gives him the thumbs up. She can't be expected to converse with him right now. Not even she can still smell his after shave and cologne all over her body. It's in her hair and on her skin. She can still taste and feel him on her lips with her body still reeling from his touch. How hard he felt everywhere imprinted into her mind and in between her legs.
She starts to undress and grab a towel before heading to the shower. She stops when she hears her phone do a ping she's never heard before.
She clicks the link to the invite in the text bubble from when he sent it in his hotel. She can see notifications that he's updated.
She accepts the invite and the app starts pairing her information with Elliots so it creates an automated profile and the space for her to upload. She takes off the layers over top of the lingerie and sits on the bed while the screen loads. She's too curious to wait and also insanely aroused: she can't see past this all.
Scrolling past her answers makes her feel anxious in all that she shared now materialized and summed up for an app. One he is on right now and she knows it.
She looks at his answers and those make her feel entirely different.
All the surprises excite her but are so daunting to face all at once.
She knows how often he jerks off now.
She knows what makes him come the hardest and fastest and what his preferences are.
Also now she knows his size as her eyes stop on the portion about their bodies and physical preferences.
She knows how long he is in inches and she feels her legs shut along with her eyes and hates what this is doing to her but she's never felt more alive. This is so bad and so not her or them but it is now and it makes her feel good.
There's one part she can't shake amongst the answers that shocked her that exceeded anal sex, his porn preferences or any fetishes he might have had and that's the one about experimenting.
Elliot now knows about her college secret. He doesn't know it was her on her back with her classmates head in between her legs as the girls boyfriend who's name she can barely recall watched them as he entered her. What she does know about him however is what shakes her.
Him and another man with a woman. She wonders what the woman looked like and the man looked like. Did they touch her at the same time? Did they accidentally or experimentally touch each other in the process of sharing the woman? Is this something he's wanted to do or did to save his cover? Would he do it again? She wonders what would his face look like if he walked in to see two men filling her from either end.
She goes to open her text messages and starts to text him but stops herself from sending.
She erases and continues then stops. She can't move past this but it's none of her business. She doesn't need these specifics to pass this cover so why does she need to know everything about it so badly?
"I can see you are erasing text messages..."
She raises her eyebrow and pulls her heavy blanket up over her chest.
"Why are you just watching not saying anything then?"
She sends before she can even think about it and wants to blame it on the theme of recklessness for the evening.
"Maybe I like watching..."
She covers her hand with her mouth as if this was the most shocking thing that has left his mouth all night but it isn't. It's just so much more before this isn't for the app or the case necessarily.
She goes to respond and stops herself and deletes whatever first comes to her fingertips fast. She's acted nearly entirely on impulse all night with him and got out of there with some of the breaks still there. She also can't help herself anymore.
"Can I ask you about the app..."
She presses send and keeps her fingers still around her mouth.
She sees his typing bubble pop up and disappear and pop up and disappear.
"Anything..." he sends.
"Anything?" She sends back instantly.
"Yes. Am I allowed to ask you anything?"
She stops her hands and puts her phone down. She closes her eyes and exhales loudly into the quiet of her empty home.
She sees her phone vibrating beside her legs. It's him.
She picks up and says nothing waiting for him to talk.
"Easier than texting..." he breathes into the phone.
"It can wait it's not important. I was just looking at the app...it doesn't matter actually..." she can't do this now. There is no need for her to get clarification on something so explicit and personal and so deeply sexual.
"Is it about something you read that I wrote down ? " His voice is so low, she can tell he's laying down. She's still in the lingerie unmoved from her position on the bed.
That woman in Italy and what he did to her with his friend.
"Nevermind. It's something I don't need to know. What happened in Italy wasn't my business..." she has to lay down she feels lightheaded and falls back over top of her thick comforter and stack of pillows.
He knew it.
"What we did with that girl you mean.." he is breathing hard into the phone and is so straight forward.
"Did you do that before ?" She asks quietly.
"With her? " he is hard as a rock when he looks down at his boxers. He hadn't got to take care of himself yet. He wanted to make sure she was okay but it transpired into this type of conversation.
"Yes, no...I mean I guess with anyone?" she feels like she is going to explode at how low his voice is and choppy.
"You mean with a woman and another man?" She is breathing so heavy and trying not to but his words are swallowing her.
"No I've never done that ever. Have you?" His voice is so gritty, he is unraveling along with her.
"I told you what I did..." she sighs into the phone and closes her eyes. She wishes so badly she was near him even though his words are making her want to run away even if its right into his arms.
"Oh I remembered alright" he moans out.
She blushes and wonders if he thought about a woman going down on her. The flirty cute friend in college that kissed her where no other woman had. She wonders if it's just her imagining his voice sounding so aroused.
"To be fair all I did was lay there" she says and the images that race through him are so vivid and erotic.
Olivia laying on her back with another woman's head between her legs working her tongue away inside of her as a man works away on her friend, pounding her and watching his partner go down on Olivia.
He stops and looks down and he's can't avoid his current situation she's put him in. She wants to ask him personal sexual details in that tone, in that deep and seductive tone she's leaving him with no other option.
He squeezes himself hard and has to bite down on his mouth instead of moaning out like he wants to and needs to.
"Have you ever had two men touch you?" He whispers slowly and breathing into the receiver so loudly she doesn't even know if he's aware of it.
"No never..."
He is glad. He feels relieved even though it's none of his business and makes him an self righteous fuck. But this isn't what this conversation with Olivia is out. She wants to know for her own comfort or curiosity he will give it to her. There's a lot of things he would love to give to her he thinks as he reaches his hand inside his boxers and starts to slowly squeeze upwards and down.
"Did you two touch each other?" She can't believe she is asking this. She can't believe she even knows this about him or that he's capable of something so daring.
"This wasn't me, I was a different person there and she was all over us and really wanted it...I don't want you to think..."
She sighs and opens her eyes. "I'm not judging you. I'm just curious and surprised and...God, it's none of my business" she sighs in frustration on the other end as she runs her hand down her belly feeling the soft embroidered flowers along the fabric of her bodysuit.
He pauses briefly but understands her now. He knows this isn't judgement but intrigue.
"No we didn't touch each other. I fucked her and he took her mouth" he has to move the receiver out of the way of his mouth and turn his phone up because it's getting hard to breathe through this conversation while he squeezes at his dick.
"What was she like?" Olivia closes her eyes and imagines it being her. She can't help it and runs her hands over the wet scrap of fabric between her legs before closing her legs shut around her hand before releasing her hold.
This is them with no breaks on anymore.
"She was younger in her late twenties and wanted it all summer. Kept coming around and flirting with me and hitting on my buddy. She was...eager.." he carefully words. "Really busty...brunette" He strokes himself and thinks of Olivia being eager and her being the woman there they had laid out on a table instead of a friend from another life being there it's just him and instead of exploding on the girls stomach he doesn't pull out. Not when it's Olivia. He is wet at the tip just at the thought of it.
He stops when he hears her ruffling under the blankets on the other end and releasing a deep breath.
"One night after we closed the bar we helped run in town she stayed back and...she was bad...real bad..." and that's what makes her fingers slide the fabric over and dance at her own entrance.
She wants to be a bad girl for him just for the night. She isn't sure how this feels so good when it's so so bad. So wrong. So not them.
She moves her fingers slowly and delicately at first barely able to touch herself directly.
"So we took turns on her at first because she said she wanted us both...and my partner was all for it but then she wanted us at the same time" he closes his eyes and remembers sinking into the woman, the one with the dark hair and dark, dark round eyes as they rolled back. He is tugging on himself now and is waiting for the sound of her exhale to come in. When it does it's in the form of a moan. It stops him. He was holding her hips down while his associate at the time worked himself into her mouth. It was so shocking to him and still is when he says it out loud that he did something like this and now he's sharing such a personal and sexual secret with her.
She can hear the deepness in his voice, the moan that is caught in his throat.
He's touching himself too. He has to be she thinks as her fingers curl inside of her body at the thought of them sharing yet another intimate moment together in a day that seems so unreal.
She can't stop thinking about him and another man taking turns on her. Using her. Pleasuring her.
He is doing the same right now. And that makes him angry but he's still so so hard. So he focuses on the now and how he needs to make it through the night without driving over there and fucking her brains out and making her his.
"Are you into that? At the party is this something you would want?" The idea sickens him but he doesn't want to cast that very same judgement he felt back on to her because that's not what this is either. Truth be told he would do anything she asked, whatever she was into he could see himself being on board just because it includes her. Some insight into her fantasies no matter how much it would infuriate him.
"Its whatever you want to do," she says so quietly, so low and deep.
Her hands are barely touching herself and all she can think of is him all over her. How his body was just up against the lace she's still wearing now. How she knows so much about him and he knows so much about her.
"Listen...I got to go...call me tomorrow okay?" She knows what he is going to do. Just like she is going to do the same and they both know it.
She nods and agrees quickly and hangs up. She lets her free hand now run over her breast that's nearly entirely popped out of the cup of her bodysuit and the other hers to finish what she started, what he started with her together since the minute she walked out of the bathroom in that hotel hours ago.
It isn't until after her hot shower that she sees an update on their profile. She goes to crawl into bed in sweats and a tank top and sees the alert pop up he's finished his portion
The notification pops up and says:
In order to date and browse you need a finish profile and without the pictures and videos they are only 60 percent done.
She scrolls until she sees a block for her to write and him. It's empty.
They must have missed it at the bottom of the pages question for them both to follow and fill out independently.
"If there were no rules or consequences, what is your deepest desire?"
She sees that only 50 percent complete the page which means Elliot filled his out. Her stomach drops and she scrolls fast to see his answer.
"To be free to act on and express my desires on her without holding back out of fear"
She gulps and closes her eyes and drops her phone on the sheets in front of her. She wants to text him and tell him he doesn't have to be afraid. He won't hurt her or scare her in fact she wants it all. Whatever he wants to give her and however he gives it she will take it. She is his. She can handle it and him absolutely.
She rolls over onto her side and types out her answer before clicking submit. She knows he's online right now and can't sleep just like she can't.
He's been so honest with her. She wants to reward him with the same honesty and types it fast without thinking and clicks upload when she's done.
"To act on what's always been forbidden. To do what's always been off limits."
She means it. She hopes he knows that. But she looks down at her phone and closes the app and wants to look at the photos she just took in his bathroom so she can pick which one to upload so this doesn't carry over into the morning.
She sees the videos on her phone but not the pics she took in bathroom of herself .
She gets a text with photos being sent to her iCloud. Her stomach falls when she realizes what it is, but she clicks on it just incase she's wrong.
But she's not.
She took the pictures in his bathroom with his phone not hers. She must have grabbed it under her robe when she went to the bathroom.
It's the photos she took of herself that are now on his phone he's sending back to her which means he has them all, he's seen them all.
She can't help but wonder if he found the photos erotic or if he found her attractive in them but lastly she wants to know if they helped when he was touching himself. Did the photos showing him her breasts and body do anything for him she wonders. It sends a chill down her bones as she opens the folder of images and sees herself in the nearly sheer bodysuit. Her touching her own breast in one of them, turned around with her ass propped up, and one of her biting down on her lips with a clear, clear shot of her breasts and nipples in the lace. He's seen everything. She wants to be coy but all she wants it his approval.
Just like that she gets a text from him.
"The last two are my favourite he types out"
She opens the folder and clicks the last two images causing them to pop up. One has her hand on her belly casually and phone covering her face but you can see everything else. The thickness of her thighs and the softness and fullness of her breasts and the other photo is her from the back. She is smirking over her shoulder and her hair is falling around her face. He can see how curvy she is this way so well.
She types without thinking, letting the shock and how turned on her body is take over instead of her better judgement which has permanently vacated itself in this situation she thinks.
"Are these good?" She wants his approval and it's sick and shouldn't matter because it's just an app and they need to bait people with it, it's technically not even real life. However this is very real life to them.
"Good girl, you did great..."
She takes her hands off her phone and leaves it beside her before he has a chance to finish typing.
He's barely laid a hand on her but with those words she's his.
She will do whatever he wants.