My Friend’s Video Call Left Me Burning That Night

It took more than a cold shower to put out what I was carrying inside that night. Renata’s image was still pinned behind my eyes, and the lukewarm water couldn’t wash it away. I stayed under the showerhead longer than necessary, one hand braced against the tiles and the other buried between my thighs, two fingers slowly spreading my pussy while the stream ran down my back. My clit was so swollen that barely brushing it made me shudder. I rubbed it in circles, softly at first, then faster, until my legs went weak and I had to press my forehead against the wall. I pushed my fingers in to the knuckles, feeling my pussy suck at them greedily, and even that wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t the first time I’d ended up like that because of my friend, but that night something was different. We’d been flirting for months with messages, with looks that lasted a second too long, with jokes neither of us ever quite clarified. I told myself it was curiosity, nothing more. That night, I started to understand it was much more than that.

I pinched my nipples until they burned, twisting them between two fingers until they grew hard as stones, but that sting was nothing beside the urgency building inside me. I pushed three fingers in and pulled them out dripping, smelled them, then brought them to my mouth to suck my own juices off them. I stepped out, looked at myself in the fogged-up mirror, and asked myself the usual question. Why am I like this, so turned on, so desperate for anything? I know I attract looks, and I know Andrés likes what he sees when he undresses me with his eyes. But that night desire was something else, something that couldn’t be soothed by the usual things.

I picked up my phone and sent Andrés a couple of pictures: one of my pussy spread open with my fingers, another of my soaked tits and stiff nipples. He replied immediately with one of his own, his cock in his hand, hard, in the dark of his bed, far away in another city for work. I wanted to play, I wanted him to say filthy things to me like he usually did, to tell me how he’d put it inside me, how he’d fill me with cum. Without realizing it, I was rubbing myself against the pillow, riding it as if it were a cock, rolling my hips and grinding the fabric against my clit while glancing at my own body in the wardrobe mirror. My pussy was leaking, soaking the cotton.

But Andrés was tired, and a dead phone wasn’t enough for me. I opened my chat with Renata. We’d agreed to go to the gym early the next day, and she’d written to me a little while before. Without thinking too much, I started a video call.

She answered sprawled across her bed, tits bare, dark nipples erect, a lazy smile on her lips.

—And what brings on this miracle, calling so late? —she said, fixing her hair.

—Andrés being away —I confessed—. And those messages you sent earlier. You left me desperate. I’m dripping, Rena.

She laughed softly.

—It’s not that serious, you little minx. Come on, show me.

I lowered the camera, spread my legs, and showed her my pussy, glistening, my lips swollen, a thread of wetness running down to my ass. I heard her let out a short moan through the speaker.

—Fuck, you look so delicious —she murmured—. Wait, I’ll show you something better.

And then she turned the camera.

A man was sleeping beside her. On his back, naked, one arm crossed over his forehead, his thick cock resting against his thigh, half-asleep but promising. It was Damián. I recognized him immediately because Renata had told me about him, although I’d never seen him like that. My friend turned the camera back toward herself, amused by my expression.

—Looks like you like it —she said.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. To make everything worse, she lowered her hand and began stroking him slowly, looking me in the eyes through the screen. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and started masturbating him with a loose wrist, patiently sliding the foreskin up and down. He was still asleep, but his body wasn’t. I watched it respond to her touch, watched his cock swell in her hand, the veins standing out, watched Renata wet her fingers with saliva and run them up and down him again, squeezing the tip each time she reached the glans.

By then I had a puddle between my legs.

—Show me again —she asked, without stopping her hand on his cock—. Open yourself properly and put your fingers in. I want to see you.

And I obeyed. In that moment I would have done anything to keep watching them. I lowered the phone to my belly, spread my legs as wide as I could, spat into my hand, and brought it to my pussy. Two fingers at first, then three, thrusting all the way in and pulling them out shining with wetness. With my other hand I squeezed my clit between my thumb and forefinger, tugging at it.

—That’s it, slut, show me how you fuck yourself —she panted.

Renata leaned over him and took him into her mouth. I watched her red tongue lick the glans, saliva running down the shaft, her cheeks hollowing each time she swallowed. She made slow passes, licked the tip, played with her tongue along the frenulum while holding my gaze, then swallowed him whole until he gagged and she came up coughing, strings of spit hanging from her chin. She grabbed his balls with her free hand, weighed them in her palm, and licked them one by one while continuing to masturbate him.

Damián woke up at some point; I felt his eyes searching for the camera, saw him watching me suck the fingers I’d just pulled from my pussy. I saw his hand lower and grab the back of Renata’s neck, pushing her head against his cock until she gagged. I didn’t care—in fact, it made me worse. I climbed onto the vibrator on my nightstand, turned all the way up, and shoved it inside me. I came right there, hard, breathing raggedly, my hand trembling, soaking the vibrator and the sheets, biting my lip so I wouldn’t wake the neighbors.

She climbed on top of him and sat down on his cock in one movement, letting out a long moan when she felt him completely inside her. They were both facing the screen. I watched intently, without blinking, as his cock, dripping with fluids, slid in and out, as Renata threw her head back and her tits bounced with every downward movement, as he dug his fingers into her hips to drive her down harder. I could see the glistening cock entering her pussy, coming out coated in white cream, then sinking back inside. I didn’t mind watching; on the contrary, discovering that I liked watching turned me on even more. It was like being in the room with them without anyone being able to touch me, and that distance made every detail feel sharper: the sheen of the cum gathering on her skin, the wet slapping sounds coming through the microphone, the way she bit the pillow so she wouldn’t scream too loudly while he spanked her ass.

—Fuck me harder, you bastard —she begged him—. She’s watching us, watching you fuck me.

Afterward he turned her around, positioned her on her knees, and took her harder, grabbing her by the hair and pounding her from behind with sharp thrusts that made skin slap against skin. Renata’s ass bounced with every thrust, and I watched her pussy open around his cock, watched her lower one hand to rub her clit while he penetrated her. When he was about to finish, she quickly turned around, got on her knees, and took him into her mouth with her tongue out. I watched thick streams of cum spurt across her face, land on her tongue and tits, and watched her lick her lips and gather it with two fingers to suck them clean afterward. We ended the call laughing, both of us breathless, and agreed to meet at nine. I stayed there for a while staring at the ceiling, my phone turned off against my chest and the vibrator still buzzing between my thighs, replaying the scene over and over.

I slept little and badly, but I slept.

***

I arrived at the gym wearing a short skirt-style pair of leggings and a low-cut top, with no bra, my nipples pressing against the fabric. I hadn’t chosen it innocently. Renata was waiting for me at the entrance, and when she saw me climbing the stairs ahead of her, she slapped my thigh—a touch more than a joke—with her hand traveling high enough to brush the edge of my leggings.

We trained for barely forty minutes. Neither of us had her head in the game. We went out to get something light at a café on the corner, a small, quiet place where the owner seemed to know her well. We sat in the back corner.

—Before you ask —she said, stirring her coffee—, what I do with Damián is work. And pleasure. But it started as work.

—Work? —I interrupted—. What do you mean, work?

—Do you remember I told you I made audiobooks?

I remembered. Renata had a deep, velvety voice, the kind that stayed stuck in your head. What I didn’t know was her specialty: erotic stories. She recorded under a pseudonym, Luna1994, and had listeners who came while listening to her without knowing who she was.

—One day —she continued— Damián came up to me at the office and asked if I was Luna. Just like that, out of nowhere. He’d recognized me by my voice.

—No way.

—I swear. He caught me so off guard that I admitted it. And he confessed that he jerked off every night listening to what I recorded. That he loved it, that he came in his hand imagining me sucking him off.

She lowered her voice and leaned across the table.

—And he told me he had a side job too. On weekends he did shows. Bachelorette parties, nightclubs, that kind of thing. He strips for the girls, puts his cock in the brides’ mouths if they pay extra.

Just imagining it had me burning again, my panties soaked beneath the leggings. Renata noticed, of course she noticed, and under the table she stretched out her leg until she rested it against my thigh, sliding her foot toward my crotch. She was wearing a loose skirt, and when I slipped my hand underneath, I discovered she had nothing else on. I touched her slowly, found her swollen, hot lips, rubbed her clit with the tip of my thumb while pushing two fingers into her pussy, and she kept talking as if nothing were happening, although her breathing was breaking.

—After we got to know each other a little —she said, her voice slightly hoarser as she squeezed her thighs around my hand—, I suggested we record audio together. We recorded one where he fucked me while I narrated what I felt, how he filled me, how he opened me up. It was the best-selling one that month. And he came back with another idea: why only audio, why not stream video? Live, for subscribers.

—And why are you telling me all this? —I asked, although I already sensed the answer, never stopping my fingers inside her.

—Because I see potential in you —she replied, gripping my wrist so I wouldn’t stop—. You’re always turned on, always ready with your pussy. You have a gorgeous figure, tits made for sucking on for hours. And I’d rather have you as an ally than as competition.

I couldn’t resist. I kissed her right there in the corner of the café, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth, tasting coffee on her lips, and that kiss was all the yes I needed. I pulled my fingers out, gleaming with wetness, and brought them to my mouth without looking away from her, sucking them clean one by one. Then I showered her with questions, and she answered them one by one. She would recommend me. I should give her a private email and an account for the payments. We would start slowly.

The novelty, the excitement, everything together gnawed at me from the inside. And she wasn’t helping, rubbing herself against my leg beneath the tablecloth, grinding my bare pussy against her thigh and leaving my skin sticky. Suddenly she stood up, mischievous, and said she was “going to pay at the register.” I watched her walk toward the bathrooms and, before going in, she winked at me.

I followed her.

***

The bathroom was small, with white tiles and a light that was far too bright, but neither of us cared. I found her standing there, her skirt rolled up to her waist and a toy in her hand—a thick, black dildo with raised veins. First she made me kneel and take it into my mouth as if it were a real cock. She shoved it down my throat, gripping my hair and fucking my mouth with it until my eyes watered and I drooled, laughing under her breath.

—That’s it, slut. It’s obvious you know how to suck.

Then she sat me on the sink, yanked my leggings off, and spread my legs wide. First she crouched down and buried her face in my pussy, her whole tongue moving up and down, sucking my lips and pushing the tip into my hole. She licked my clit with quick strokes, then sucked the whole thing into her mouth, drawing on it while plunging two fingers into me and curling them against the spot that made me soar. I gripped her shoulders and pushed her face into my pussy, moving my hips against her mouth.

—Put it in me already, I can’t take it anymore —I begged.

She stood, pressed the tip of the dildo against my entrance, and pushed it all the way in, slowly at first and then in one hard thrust to the hilt, making me scream against her shoulder. She covered my mouth with her other hand, laughing, while I clung to the back of her neck. She began pumping it hard, pulling it out almost to the tip and driving it back inside, while rubbing my clit in quick circles with her free thumb. My pussy squelched with every thrust, and I felt I was about to come at any moment.

—This —she whispered in my ear, never stopping fucking me with the toy— is a gift from the man who’s about to come in.

I didn’t understand until the door opened. It was the owner of the café, already with his pants undone and his cock out, thick, curved, and standing hard. It turned out he listened to Renata too, that he was one of her most loyal listeners, and that his attentive service at the back table hadn’t been accidental. Now I understood why he’d given us that corner.

He didn’t ask us for anything. He didn’t need to. Renata pulled the dildo from my pussy with a wet sound, brought it to her mouth, and sucked my juices off it in front of him, watching him. Then she knelt beside me, and together we took him, taking turns while he held on to the doorframe. I gripped his cock with both hands and licked his balls, one first, then the other, taking them fully into my mouth. Renata moved up the shaft, licking it like a popsicle, then passed it to me, and I swallowed it whole, feeling it strike the back of my throat. Then she sucked him while I licked his ass and stroked his perineum, watching her cheeks hollow each time she swallowed.

There was something about sharing him with her, about meeting each other’s eyes over his body and laughing silently, our lips shiny with saliva and spit, that I liked even more than the rest. We spat on the cock between us, passed it back and forth, kissed with it between us, the tip brushing our tongues. It wasn’t only the man; it was the complicity, knowing that we were both in it together, that we were both sluts.

He didn’t last long. He came on her chest with a muffled moan, long streams of hot cum falling between her tits and running down her stomach, but he didn’t soften; on the contrary. Renata gathered his semen with two fingers and gave it to me to suck, and I swallowed without taking my eyes off him. He gripped my hips firmly, turned me around against the sink, spread my ass cheeks with his hands, and shoved his cock into my pussy in a single thrust, all the way to the hilt. I moaned hard against the mirror, fogging it with my breath. He fucked me with sharp, hard thrusts, holding my hips and watching us in the reflection. Renata came up behind me and slipped her hand between my legs to rub my clit while he pounded me, and with her other hand she pinched my nipples. My thighs were clamped so tightly around him that when I came, my fluids ran down his shaft and soaked his balls before dripping to the floor. I screamed into Renata’s palm, trembling all over. He came again, this time pulling out dripping and turning me around to put the tip in my mouth. I took the streams on my tongue, thick and salty, and swallowed every last drop while Renata licked the residue from the corner of my mouth. He left without another word, promising to send someone to clean and asking us to get dressed.

We left the bathroom as if nothing had happened, fixing our hair, our panties in our bags and semen still running down our thighs. We got into her car, and she drove me home. We didn’t talk much on the way; we both smiled out the window.

***

The next day Renata sent me a link. It was one of her stories, read in that voice of hers, and at the end she mentioned the account I’d given her, miaruiz1995, as the contact for “a new narrator” who would soon be streaming live. Interested viewers had to sign up and pay in advance; only then would they receive access to the broadcast.

I replied immediately, anxious and still unable to believe it. Her message arrived at once, short and mischievous, just like her.

—Get ready. We need to go shopping for your new venture.

I closed the phone and laughed to myself, still burning, my pussy wet again just from thinking about it, knowing this was only the beginning.