So Near, And Yet So Far

Emily and Jaclyn had already broken the rules. Now they sat in separate rooms with the door locked, staring at each other on screens. “We should just wait,” Jaclyn whispered, leaning back against her pillows. “Your dad will cool off.” Emily’s eyes narrowed. “Fuck that.” In one motion she peeled her tank top over her head, letting her small, tight breasts bounce free. Jaclyn’s breath caught. After a moment of hesitation Jaclyn reached behind her, unclasped her bra and let it slide down her arms. Her heavier tits spilled out, dark nipples already stiff. “Touch them,” Emily said. Jaclyn cupped her own chest, rolling her nipples between her fingers while Emily pinched and tugged at hers, pressing them forward so Jaclyn could see every little pull and twist. Emily hooked her thumbs into her shorts and panties, pushed them down in one go. She kicked them off the bed and spread her thighs wide, the camera angled low so Jaclyn could see the smooth cleft already glistening. Emily traced two fingers through her wet slit, parted the soft lips, then slipped a finger inside herself. Across the call, Jaclyn pushed the sheet aside. Her cunt was slick, the outer lips flushed. She circled her clit with slow, tight spirals, hips lifting toward her hand. Emily added a second finger, fucking herself with deep, lazy strokes while her other hand continued to tug and twist a nipple. Both women grew louder, breath shortening, hips lifting as the wet sounds filled the quiet rooms. Jaclyn came first, biting her lip to stay quiet, thighs trembling around her own hand. Emily kept her eyes fixed on the screen, watching Jaclyn’s cunt twitch and pulse. Moments later Emily arched, mouth open, fingers buried deep as her walls fluttered around them. They stayed on the call, breathing hard, smiling at each other through the muted glow of their screens. Downstairs, a floorboard creaked. They both froze, listening.