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The screen glitched with a staticky mess, grey and white and black dots sizzling on the monitor. She typed an unseen thank you for good measure to Eddie. Her clit still trembled from her ultimate release, wetness slipping out of her and onto the seat in a slick pool. Something she would have normally wanted to cover up and quickly take care of, instead she pushed her chair back and folded her legs to dwell in the overwhelming pool of her cum.
Her head ached dully, and a whispering part of her brain tried to recognize her activity on the web with a stranger was SO out of the norm for her. But the much louder, cheerleading-yelly part was wondering how this could ever be duplicated. Good girls get fucked. Crystal was good—she should get fucked, right?
Static pulses before, the tiny dots morphing into much larger, almost three-dimensional shapes. They came alive, pulsing around each other in odd patterns with some growing rapidly while others shrank microscopically. One dark dot near the center swelled and swirled into a grey-black spiral. No beginning. Never ending. A draft chilled the back of her neck, and she shivered in place.
When the spiral appeared to shove aside the boundaries of the computer, the performance for her changed into wild, bucking shapes like the glass itself was no longer hard and flat, but malleable for anything to pass through. Before a thought could form in her head about the strangeness of it all, all of it ceased into a black mirror with only her reflection. Her bangs were mussed, knotted along her forehead, and smears of lip gloss surrounded her mouth, what belonged to…
Without warning, the front hem of her skirt flipped upwards on its own, displaying the mess she had made of herself. Chrissy readjusted the hem back down, blaming a draft with no known origin. She didn't need any more confirmation to know she'd been a huge slut just now. Cumming from dirty messages behind her boyfriend's back, and feeling good under Eddie’s control. Not her best, most popular look.
The skirt flipped up again, exposing her pussy. This time she froze in place. That was no accident and definitely not the wind. She gripped the arms of her desk chair.
A static shock teased her entrance.
“What the…” she trailed off, realizing the text indicator had returned and was blinking center-screen amidst the new ocean of black.
Eddie r u there
Is ths u?
Her questions hung desperately on the black monitor without response, her bitten lip reflected around them. Something told her she knew what was happening. Eddie had told what happens to good girls.
Crystal clicked off the desk lamp and climbed onto her bed, shedding the rest of her worthless clothes. She slid her legs open and waited on top of the ruffled covers, ignoring the missed call on the outside screen of her flip phone.
The mattress space dipped and lowered around her, springs moaning with each movement. Even her bed wanted him close to her, giving in to his unseen weight.
Eddie.
She spread her legs open even wider, batting her eyelashes in the dark. Her hands were stuck above her head, both wrists magnetized to her pink tufted headboard, and another static shock zipped up her entrance like a kind reward for her compliance.
On both sides of her hips, sharp zings gripped her and adjusted the angle to tip her lower half up. A long, languid stripe teased her lips up to her clit, like a current following the path of the telephone wire from the sidewalk pole to her family’s house. She begged for more. More touch. More shocks.
More.
More.
More.
She arched involuntarily. He gave her what she desperately wanted, sucking her clit with such force it made her bend and twist and wiggle in vigorous convulsions. Eddie was the only one who could do this to her. No one could compare. He knew what she needed to come.
Her knees bent up on their own, and she crumbled underneath them for him to gain access to what he wanted. Crystal enjoyed being pushed into such a tight, little ball on her back. It sent flutters down to her pussy before he restarted his ministrations. She could feel the tension in her belly building from the way her clit ached from the push-pull of his tongue and the ever-growing shocks of his presence.
His invisible tongue plunged into her, fucking into her sopping wet pussy with abandon. She tried to roll her hips and grind into the pressure, but he held her back from taking what she wanted. Eddie had to be the one to give any pleasure to her, and she surrendered into the mattress in understanding. No words necessary to make her comply.
Her arms above her head tired quickly, but the soreness made her focus more on her pussy, wanting to drown any bad feelings in whatever good ones Eddie was offering. Here he was somehow in her bed, no longer restricted by instant messaging, and driving her up a building crescendo with a very real, deeply penetrating force. There was nothing she wasn’t willing to do to make sure she could finish again.
As if reading her mind, his tongue fucking shifted back to her clit in lovely, swirly circles. For Crystal, each rotation was hypnotic in sensation, pulling her closer and closer to that unknowable sun that would make her erupt. All she wished for was a peek at what he looked like, an image to use for her pleasure another time if he dissolved after this bed-bound sesh.
He lapped at her in a firm, dedicated motion, holding her in place when her body began to spasm on its own.
“Eddie!”
Her toes curled with each spasm of her hips, a sharp gasp caught in her lungs with another orgasm flooding her pussy.
He licked up her entrance that quivered with a feeling of total electric shock, her cum dripping out in darker spots over the rosy covers. Crystal didn’t try to comprehend what had happened or how any facet of this was possible. Eddie was tasting her, savoring her. Her legs trembled as he made her relax flat on the bed, every muscle twitching in response to her finishing one more freaking unbelievable time tonight.
And then his tongue was gone.
The unseen hold on her arms fell loose, and they landed on her shoulders, released from their spot on the very plushy headboard. The loss of his touch hurt worse than the static shocks she’d gotten over her clit. Crystal wasn’t sure what she should do next.
Panic overwhelmed her, heat stretching to cover every inch of her skin. Her hands patted the space around her and searched for any sign that he was still there. Computer virus, ghost, or something else totally insane, she didn’t care. She needed him.
A powerful tug on her thighs comforted her. Eddie was still here! Crystal moaned in relief, the only thing she could think (but not really think) to do to show her gratitude that he hadn’t left her.
He moved her into place with relative ease, shifting her lower on the bed and widening the gap between her damp thighs. His repositioning didn’t lend itself to being gentle on her already sore hip joints, but it didn’t bother her. She realized he was finally going to give her the ultimate reward.
Even speechless and invisible, Crystal trusted Eddie to give her exactly what she needed if she was good.
“I’ve been a good girl—right, Eddie?” She asked coyly, not recognizing the sultry tone in her own voice. “And you told me good girls get fucked.”
She tipped one knee to the side, opening up her hips further to welcome him home. She was a good girl. Everything he asked, she did. Even though she may have been bratty in the beginning, she learned quickly that listening meant cumming and that was better.
Much better.
Her eyes closed in preparation. There was pressure, a deep split inside her pussy, and then a fullness that made her feel so purposeful. Her cunt was made to be his.
Every time, wherever he touched—her hips, her sides, even her pussy—a little shock ran through the contact and made her squirm with lust. Having him deep inside her felt electric in the best way, pleasure coursing through every thrust inside. His dick hit the deepest parts of her, etching his claim over her into her ever-tightening walls. She moaned aloud, sometimes his name, but mostly just thoughtless “oohs” and “uuuhs” that felt right.
With each thrust, taut pinches bruised her nipples as he used her tits to keep his pace steady and pounding. The whole bed of pretty pink rocked; she could hear the wooden legs of the bedframe scrubbing against the carpet and the headboard creaking with how hard he was fucking her.
It was like he was fucking the bad part of Crystal out of her, the part that always wanted to assert control over everything. Control and leading were always so exhausting. It’s why she’d closed her eyes for this: to only feel and not anticipate.
It was easier to let Eddie tell her what she needed. She just wanted to come. He knew that better than anyone….better than—
She could feel the tingling down her sides as his hands trailed down from her tits to the bridge of her hips. Her back arched, following his lead, because clearly, he wanted to fuck her as deep as possible. His dick inched closer and closer to bottoming out, and she peeked her eyes open.
It was the strangest thing she’d ever seen. Every thrust deeper inside of her, a spotty, distorted silhouette materialized for just a moment before dissipating when he backed out of her. From the foggy images, it seemed like Eddie was trim and in shape—definitely a whole foot taller than her from the way he towered over her on his knees. If she squinted (and gasped) during the next thrust, it looked like his hair covered his shoulders in dark waves.
“Ed–Edd–ie?” she tried to ask in between thrusts.
With his cock all the bottomed out inside of her, his staticky figure materialized once more. He seemed to look up at her, curious, with big black—no, melty, chocolatey brown eyes, mesmerizing Crystal in their swirly possessiveness.
Quickly refocusing his attention on how he’d filled her at the right angle and all the way in for his lower body to press against her, Eddie pumped in and out as fast he could, tossing (what she could make out of) his head back.
There was no variation in his pace, but he thumbed her clit for good measure. Her pussy tightened around him like a homecoming queen nominee gripping her trophy, not giving much room at all for error. Her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth mindlessly, spit drooling over her cheek. All she did was try to keep herself tight for him, focusing on the penetrating sensations from inside her cunt.
As a surprise to Crystal, she heard a sound like a distorted moan from above her, and his pressure on her clit and in her cunt sweetened with every movement. By the time her orgasm rushed over, she hadn’t even realized she’d been on the cusp of one. And right now, flat on her back, legs spread wide open, she realized it didn’t matter. His pleasure mattered more now.
With hands gripping her thighs, his cock plunged faster and deeper. The shimmers of his silhouette faded in and out of her rocking vision as he took his last few beats of pleasure from her pussy. Her overflowing arousal splashed against her own thighs, his thighs, off the edge of the bed. He pounded harder and harder until…
She felt him spill over inside her, his release filling her hole like a midnight reward for all her hard work. Each spasm of his dick touched her fluttering walls and coated her insides. She wondered if his cum would be invisible, too. Crystal blinked at the sight before her.
She was staring at what seemed to be a memory from many years ago.
There were no more silhouettes or spotty distortions. Her Eddie, clean-shaven with long, spooling hair reminiscent of the hair band members her aunt listened to, knelt between her legs in a very solid, very real form. She was right that he was slim from the earlier peeks, since she was now able to really appreciate the narrow of his waist and lankier limbs. He wasn’t from around here based on looks alone.
He wiped his dick above her pussy, smearing the last of his cum on her.
She wiped her own spit from her cheek, eyes wide in awe staring at his face. “You look different from what I imagined.”
Eddie’s dark brows jumped up, noticing her seeing him. He held his hands in front of himself, staring as he flipped his palms up and down over and over above the messy comforter.
“Holy shit—it worked!”
“Yeah, I came like….a whole lot.” Crystal murmured dreamily.
Eddie was busy glancing around her bedroom, first at the posters strung up along the walls and then back toward her computer. Britney winked at her from her poster. The popstar was proud of her performance, Crystal mused. He was completely bare as he surveyed their surroundings.
She wondered if Eddie thought she was a slut AND a slob; her Juicy jacket, her lacy panties, her mini skirt were flung all over her room carelessly. Her wet spot on the desk chair was on proud display. None of her cheer stuff was put away.
He looked back down at her, first at her face and then at her pussy, making it throb mercilessly. His fingers found their way back to her. Crystal was such a slut.
“Yeah, you did come a lot,” he agreed, dipping into her sweet spot. His fingers massaged all the confusion and tension out of her. “But that’s not what I meant. I can’t believe I’m here, back topside. You know how long I’ve been trapped in there in a stupid cycle of virus-laden chats?”
He pointed his thumb at her computer emphatically, her pussy no longer being touched. She wanted to whine in defiance, but held back. She was a good girl. When she waited and didn’t answer, he scooted forward, his hair flying with him. “I’m serious. What year is it?”
Piercing brown eyes swept over her. Even though his hair was so two decades ago, he had that timeless charm and naughty look in his eyes that melted concerns like I-Can’t-Believe-it’s-Not-Butter. She crammed her tits together as he stared, playing coy. She knew what year it was.
“Oh, um—”
Interrupting, a strong buzzing startled them both. Eddie jumped back, more animated than she’d had ever thought a…something like him should after becoming flesh and bone again. He misjudged the next step, his legs giving out underneath his newfound weight. It was a dramatic naked half-tuck that made Crystal scramble to the opposite end of the bed to check on him.
At the edge of the covers, she found the source of the vibration. Her cell! Of course, she’d forgotten she’d thrown her cellphone on the bed earlier in the night and it got all twisted in the bedding while they fucked. Crystal offered up the phone in explanation for Eddie to see.
“It’s just my phone. Someone’s calling me.”
He popped back up, brushing off his bare chest and proud happy trail down his tummy. His legs wobbled, but he leaned on the computer chair for support. It looked like he was attempting to piece something together from a distance. She liked it better when he’d been close. Inside her.
“That’s a weird-looking phone,” he concluded, making a funny face at her computer monitor. “And I don’t know anyone in these posters. I guess I’ve been in there awhile.”
His face broke into an unforeseen grin, as if amused by a thought that had just occurred to him. “Wait, who’s calling?”
Crystal checked the outside screen, careful not to flip it open and answer. Jase<3 calling… appeared in block letters. A weird thud crushed her heart. Jase…Jason…it was her—well, he wasn’t really anything now that she belonged to Eddie.
“Jason.”
“Ah.” He nodded, a spark igniting in the dark brown of his iris. “Answer it.”
Bad, bad feelings fluttered in her chest. What if Jason tried to ruin what she had finally found?
Her knuckles whitened over the buzzing cell. “I don’t think—”
“That’s right. You don’t think, remember?” In one fluid movement, he stuck his hand out of sight under the desk and yanked hard, the plug to her computer in hand when she saw his fist again. It hit the carpet with a soft plunk. Testing out the limits of his lanky legs, Eddie marched closer to where she laid over the end of the bed, propped on her elbows. Her lungs somersaulted over her heart with his approach.
“Go on, answer it.”
Crystal couldn’t refuse. She obeyed, flipping open the phone before the rings ran out. There was a moment of hesitation as she raised the cell to her ear, eyelids fluttering up as his tall shadow swallowed her. So domineering. Her thighs rubbed together.
“Hey, what’s up?” She tried to sound as aloof as possible under Eddie’s scrutiny.
Chrissy? Hearing the name made her flinch in disgust. The bitch who couldn’t cum and couldn’t chillax? No thank you.
“Yeah, s’me. Why are you buggin’ out?”
You didn’t answer before when I called. Ivonne said you dipped off AIM outta nowhere, too. Your away message looked hacked. Wanted to make sure you were okay.
Crystal wondered what the message could have been that made him so worried. He only called this late when he wanted her to talk dirty to him. Guess the cyberbot chat really had done a number on her computer. Oh well.
Eddie stood over, eyes intent on watching her lips as she formed new words. His hand was on the top of her head, crushing her hair—so large it covered most of scalp. She had trouble keeping her eyes on his face and not on his dick at eye-level, growing erect with every breath she seemed to exhale.
“I’m fine. Just busy,” she said, pursing her lips like a brat.
You sure you don’t wanna talk about anything? We barely texted all day.
She narrowed her eyes before rolling them. He could never just drop it, always had to be Mr. Thorough. Not thorough enough, she thought with a hint of self-satisfied malice. One of her hands drifted to Eddie’s thigh, caressing the outside of it with gentle strokes and willing him closer. He fisted her hair down to the roots, and she practically yelped in surprise.
Chrissy?
She moaned without thinking as Eddie’s cock brushed against her cheek, smacking it against her face with the help of his free hand. He’d brushed off her hand on his leg. Her tongue traced a big, slobbery circle around her lips with each swat of his dick on her cheeks. Eddie grinned mischievously.
Whispering, he leaned down and said, “Keep talking.”
Crystal was a good girl and spread her legs behind her, still on her stomach and propped on her elbows with one hand up to her ear to hear Jason.
“Yeah Jason?”
Is something going on that I need to know about?
“Is there something going on you need to know about?” she repeated for Eddie’s sake, licking her lips hoping for a hint of a taste of his dick on her already.
Like a stern ruler deciding the fate of a prisoner, he shook his head and thumbed down the response. Crystal wanted to pout. It wasn’t fair she couldn’t tell Jason she’d finally cum and didn’t need him anymore.
“No, no. Just distracted. Nothing good on television.”
Okay. So, you’re okay. You just weren’t feeling very…social? You might wanna consider texting Ivonne and making up some kind of crisis. She’d probably be annoyed to hear you ditched her for TV, while you guys were working on your assignment.
Ivonne and her were trying to cheat on their assignment, so yeah Ivonne Shmivonne…she’ll survive without her constant instant messages. Maybe, she’d be willing to take the whiny captain off her hands. Ivonne was a prudish virgin, she wouldn’t know the difference anyway.
Crystal faked a yawn for emphasis to Eddie, the tip of his dick dangerously close to the corner of her mouth. If she just turned her head slightly, she could probably…
Eddie shook his head and grabbed her hair tightly for better control. He nudged her to continue talking with a smirk.
“I guess I wasn’t feeling very social, Jason,” she retorted with mock emphasis. “Can’t be on, like, all of the time, you know?”
I know. It’s not easy for us. Being looked up to is a blessing and a…..
Whatever Jason was saying was becoming like background noise to her. Eddie had pulled her head back by her hair, and her jaw opened automatically like a pez dispenser. She was his pez dispenser…..sweet and to be used at his leisure. Jason droned on and on and on while Eddie lined up his cock with her mouth in a perfectly prepared O-shape.
With the leverage on her head, he started to press in and out of her mouth in shallow thrusts, like a bouncy, cheerleading warm-up stretch. Crystal covered her teeth, careful not to scrape him with every forceful motion. Drool collected at the corners of her mouth, smooshing out when he decided with a gleeful expression to push his dick in deeper.
His cock was more than coated in her spit, sliding back and forth without trouble. Crystal bobbed her head up and down, languidly washing her tongue around the whole circumference (whoa, big word!) of his dick. Eddie held her head still and moaned in place; she took that as a sign to keep wrapping her tongue around him and licking the tip with delicate pressure.
His long, frizzy curls hung down like tendrils of sticky darkness, as he peered at her from above, judging her efforts. She worked doubly hard to make him twitch inside her mouth, licking all the way down to the base.
“You really did become a slut for me, huh?” he mused, brushing hair out of her face before pulling her down over his cock.
She’d never ever tried to go so deep on Jason, and he wasn’t even as lengthy or wide as Eddie. The tip tickled the back of her throat before hitting a spot that made her want to gag, but she used all her will to suppress it. Her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes teared with the pressure. But she wanted this. She was a slut for him.
Just before she thought she might actually gag on his dick, Eddie released her and withdrew out her mouth. Drool and spittle dripped everywhere, and he once again spread the remaining wetness from his dick to her face with a few hard swipes.
Two fingers entered her mouth, flattening her tongue and exploring its wet depths. Her cum still lingered, and Crystal moaned, tasting herself again. He hooked the corner of her lips, digging his finger into his cheek to stretch out her lips. She pressed her tits together to put them on display, hoping he liked the view of her so dependent like this.
The strong hook fell from her mouth to circle her breast. Her pussy quivered at the touch.
…and it’s why we have a responsibility. To ourselves and…and our community. Even when it is hard.
Crystal wasn’t sure what came over her. Looking into Eddie’s hungry eyes, she replied to Jason in a subtle, teasing way. “Yeah, even when it’s really hard?”
She licked a long stripe down the whole length, eyes never faltering from Eddie’s pleased gaze.
I mean, yeah. Especially, when, um, it’s super hard.
“And what about when it feels really, really big?”
Eddie twitched in her grasp, and she squeezed him tight as she stroked the entirety of his dick. She swallowed the tip, phone pressed into the crook of her neck, and licked lovely little circles around him with her head tilted sideways.
Chris, are you…
Eddie caressed her cheek where his dick bulged, where she took him in by another few inches. Jason cleared his throat, hurting her eardrum from the too close, tinny-sounding speaker.
Do you miss me that much?
She mumbled over his dick, hoping Eddie’d understand the message of what she had to relay from get-a-clue Jase. Her hand moved the phone far enough away not to catch the noises.
He smiled at her swollen, filled mouth. “Tell him you miss him.”
When she tried to back her head up, he pressed her down deeper, shaking his head.
“No, baby. Tell him like this,” Eddie said, gesturing to bring her cell closer. He swiveled his hips to move things along, and she could feel him hardening even more than she thought possible.
Mindful of her teeth, Crystal murmured with little luck, trying to say, “Yeah–miss–you–so–bad.”
It sounded like had swallowed too many marbles and hoped gargling with them would save her.
Jason didn’t seem to notice. She could hear a loud ziiiiiip through the phone.
Think I’m really big and hard? You should see me now.
He was probably already undressed and jerking off in the weird bean bag chair in the corner of his room. She always found that stupid thing so tacky. Too many night had he tried to fuck her on that thing in the most awkward and uncomfortable positions. Crystal would never have to do that again.
Mmm I wish you were with me. The way you drive me crazy.
Boring. Bland. Ugh. She used to think he was as hot as a Carter brother.
I could make you feel good, too. Make you….
Crystal dazed out of focus. Eddie was fucking her face, and it was driving her wild. She tried humping her comforter, anything to give a little friction to her need. Her cunt was so needy, it’s a wonder that Eddie was patient enough to help it cum.
Both of his hands tangled in her hair, and she gave all the slack she could in her jaw to take it. Like honey, she wanted to draw all of her reward clean from its source. Her tongue did its own sort of gymnastics to finish him off. This was so dirty.
Jason, her Jason, was jerking off to her giving a blow job to someone who actually fully understood her. It made her want to ooze into her sheets, melt away the rest of her stubborn essence. The voice over the phone kept jabbering on with innuendos to urge things on, and she could feel the cock in her mouth going rigid.
Finally, Eddie could finish in her mouth and know how exactly good she could be.
Would you like that, Chriss?
Crystal nodded with big, round eyes at Eddie. She really really would like that. For him to cum. It was like the final step in a long spell that would bind them together. Ecstasy forever.
Chriss, I’m close. Are you…
Eddie picked up the phone out of her tired hand, fiddling with it next to his ear until he settled on the correct upright position. The tip of her nose grazed his skin as she continued to bob, looking up when she could afford to.
“She’s real close, trust me.”
He spent a few seconds pressing a few beeping buttons before managing to flip her cell closed, muttering a few curses under his breath about corded phones. The useless cell was tossed aside, and his palms regained their purchase at the back of her head.
His dick throbbed against her throat, her mouth filled to the brim. The faint scent of his sweat wafted with every push and pull towards his base; it was intoxicating, if not a little too sickeningly sweet. A few more clit-tingling grunts and some extra suction from her hollowed cheeks clinched his unraveling.
With his cock lined up perfectly along her curling tongue, spurts of cum roped down her throat, hot and generous. He pet her head when the last of his release filled her mouth on his withdrawal.
Her mouth hung open. Crystal hoped he’d be pleased with how much webbed inside. A smirk from his lips and a tap under her chin signaled the final step. She swallowed happily, drinking it all down like a diet Coke. It was better for her.
A little breathless, he wiggled his knees and cracked the crick in his neck. Eddie laughed, sounding a bit too incredulous. “You know, I’ve tried to talk my way out more than a few dozen times. But no one was as compliant as you, Crystal. You were so easy.”
She puckered her lips, making her eyelashes flutter as she gazed up, still licking the inside of her teeth for any last bits to swallow. He grabbed her chin. His hand was rough and calloused, but so sexy and real. She softened into his clawing grasp, enjoying the stinging pain of his touch.
“You liked being told when to come? Liked getting fucked by someone you couldn’t see? You enjoyed our little exhibition over the phone.” Eddie dogpiled on her, looking more than pleased with his barrage of teasing insults. He quirked an eyebrow up. “You really are a freak.”
“Anything. I’ll be anything for you.” Her mind was blank as a camera flash. All she wanted was to keep him happy. Save him here in her room for an eternity of fucking and cumming and grinding and splitting over his cock. He hasn’t even really seen how flexible she is yet. The only thing a flyer could brag about.
“That’s right.” He maneuvered her chin every which way, his fingers squeezing her lips together in a big, bimbo pout. “I am finally free, and my reward for celibacy while stuck in the cyber Nine Hells is one very dumb, needy slut to take care of. It almost makes the torture worth it. You need me to help you, right?”
Crystal whimpered between his fingers as her answer.
“I know, I know. Don’t worry. Not getting laid for—” He glanced around her pepto-pink room, shaking his head in disbelief. “—way too fucking long means this is going to be a very long night. You won’t be bored or needy any more.”
All she could think about was all the sticky wetness pooling again between her legs. He still wanted her. She was a good slut, and he could make her cum if she was good. When he kissed her pouty lips and released her chin, Crystal didn’t need any more directions.
On her hands and knees on the bed, she turned around and bowed her chest down, brushing her nips against the rose buds of her duvet cover. Eddie’s hands slotted into the grooves of her hips like his grip had been there all along. She was dripping wet in doggystyle, so submissive for him already anticipating what he wanted.
Eddie mumbled his praises for the view of her ass.
This came naturally to Crystal. She liked when his cock teased her entrance, smothering her clit in a mixture of fluids. Eddie helped her. He could make her cum.
This felt so good.
Everything was good.
It was good to cum for Eddie.