She read the message on her cellphone screen. She paused, not knowing at first how to respond. Then her thumbs moved furiously on her keypad and she typed her reply.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
He answered. “Can you think of a better way?”
She couldn’t. But what he suggested was something she had never done. Never even considered that she could do, or would do.
“I’m not sure. Maybe that’s going too far.”
“You asked me a question. I’ve answered. You asked me…you actually said, I wonder if we could ever come/cum together?”
“That was a rhetorical question,” she replied.
“Me jacking off in the bathroom and cumming while we texted each other. That wasn’t rhetorical. When I shot my load with you on the other end of a conversation, even in writing. That wasn’t rhetorical. When I tasted a drop of my own cum, imagining your lips doing that. That wasn’t rhetorical, was it?”
“Ok, you’ve made your point. Actually…what is your point?”
“My point is that you were curious about us cumming together. And I’ve suggested an answer. There is that obvious logistics issue, you know?”
“I know. I just didn’t think that…” Her texting stopped as she thought about what to say next.
“You gave me the answer with your message. That picture you sent me this morning.”
“My picture? How?”
“That filter you used. To give yourself those bunny ears, and the caption about waking up with a warm glow.”
“Uh huh. Go on…”
“Well, if we were normal lovers, in the same vicinity of each other, maybe you would have woken up with a warm glow, and I’d know it by waking up in bed next to you after a night of spooning. I’d probably have a case of morning wood, probably we’d still be naked, and you’d feel my warm glow, likely pressed up against your butt, and I’d feel your warm glow, having my arms around you.”
“And…?”
“And nothing. That’s how it would be in an ideal world. Where we really did fuck in the shower last night. But we’re not. We are thousands of miles apart. So unless I’m unusually well-hung, you’re not feeling my warm glow pressed into your butt that easily. And the only way I know about your warm glow was through…here’s the key word…technology.”
“Fine. But a funny photo filter is not the same as what you’ve suggested.”
“No? Why isn’t it? We’re using technology to supplement or maybe to supplant reality. To enhance it.”
“I’m not sure. It seems kind of…intimate. I’m still shy.”
“Shy? You’ve told me about your sex life. You’ve shared with me that you have cum to my stories. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve touched yourself while we text each other, just like me stroking myself last night.”
“But…you’d see me…naked.”
“Yes, I would. And if we were fucking in the shower, or if I was licking your ass the way I wrote to you last night, I’d be seeing you more than just naked. I’d be…”
She sent a quick reply to cut him off. “I get it.”
“So…you haven’t answered the question. Are you an iPhone or an Android user? That will dictate the platform we use. If it’s an iPhone, then Facetime would be good. If not, then we can use WhatsApp. Either one will give us what we want. What we need.”
“Let me get this straight. You want me to masturbate for you, using one of those platforms, so we can see each other in real time?”
“Exactly. And I’ll do the same for you. It will be like being in the same space, at the same time. There’s no way for us to be able to touch each other, for real, unless one of us buys a plane ticket. And even then…it’s Covid-19…we would have to self-quarantine for two weeks. Even if we lived a block away from each other, we might not be able to be in the same room anyway…social circles. Bubbles. Whatever you call it…we might not be able to physically be together. So this is the next best thing. It’s a way of bridging some of that gap and sharing intimacy.”
“It sounds more like a way for you to get yourself off while seeing me naked.”
“Yeah. What’s wrong with that? Wouldn’t you do the same? Actually…haven’t you already done the same?”
“HOW?! I haven’t seen you naked.”
“You made yourself cum while reading my words. MY words. They are far more intimate than me being naked. What’s the big deal with naked anyway? It’s a human body. We’ve all got one. Women have one set of parts; men have a different set. What’s the big deal with you seeing my penis? It’s a penis. Go on the internet…you can see thousands of them. All pretty much the same, at least as much as everyone’s nose or ears are the same. Same basic shape and same basic function.”
“You make it sound so innocent.”
“Because it is. It’s a penis, for heaven’s sake. And you? It’s not like I haven’t see breasts before. Some are bigger. Some smaller. Some have points. Some are round. Nipples? Pink, darker pink, brownish, more pale, erect, flat, inverted…bigger, smaller…there’s only so many variables, and in the end, they’re breasts. Boobs. Tits. Or as Demi Lovato called them the other day, “titayys”.
“But they’ll be MY titayys!”
“And in the shower together, wouldn’t you have wanted me to see them? To play with them? To suck hard on your nipples and to lick around them…to cup them…to pinch the nipples? But definitely to see them. Don’t you think that I’d see them if we were fucking together?”
“Fine. Nothing you wouldn’t see on a topless beach. If I give you that, there’s still the question of my…”
“Your pussy?”
“Yes. My pussy.”
“And you think I’ve never seen a pussy?”
“No…I know you have. But you’ve never seen MINE.”
“I know. Shame, isn’t it?”
“Get serious.”
“I am. It’s just a pussy. How many doctors have seen it? I bet you’ve lost track. None of them went blind when you lay down on a table with stirrups and let them look deep inside that hot, mysterious cavern.”
“They were doctors. You’re not.”
“No, I’m not. But I do want to be your lover. And if we were together, I’d not only be seeing your pussy, but I’d be going down on you and eating that pussy too. I’d be sucking on your clit, licking it, probing your wet hole with my tongue, sucking on your labia…get the idea?”
“Fuck…you’re making me wet.”
“See? Pussy. Me. Same sentence. Good thing.”
“But it’s different if you’re watching me.”
“Yes. And it would be different if you were watching me. We’d be sharing an intimacy. But no more intimate than what we’ve shared already. My words? They weren’t made up. They were all true, about what I’d do, about what I want. About wanting you. That was pretty damn intimate. I shared my soul with you. I don’t share my soul with everybody. It was more intimate than you seeing my dick.”
“So can’t we just stick with that? With words?”
“Of course we can. But you asked a question, and I gave you an answer. You wondered about us cumming together. We can talk about it, but then what we share is words, our spin on the events we share. But if we share it another way, in real time, it isn’t spin. It’s not my editorial narrative about how I am cumming for you. I am literally cumming WITH you.”
