"Do you want to jerk off?"

Panicking hard, Brooke's brain reached for the first thing it could think of and latched on.

"You know how you said you didn't think I was this naughty?" she asked, biting her lip.

Cameron's eyes glinted. "Yes?"

She brought the phone to her lips and whispered into the microphone. "Do you want to jerk off to me?"

His eyes widened with lust. "Do you really need to ask?"

Brooke grinned. She knew a little about JOIs - a previous boyfriend had been crazy about them and they had once watched one together while she stroked him - so she knew how to get started.

"Okay," she began. "Here is how this is going to work. I'm going to tell you how I want you to masturbate, and you are going to follow it to the letter. Any deviation, and I hang up. How does that sound?"

Cameron frowned. "Oh, right. I thought you were gonna do a sexy dance." She made a stern face. "Not that I'm complaining!"

She giggled. "Good. Okay, get comfy, and take your cock out."

"You know I sleep naked, right? My cock's already out." A smirk toyed at the corner of his mouth, and Brooke narrowed her eyes. He was trying to get under her skin. Well, two could play at that game.

She brought the microphone real close and, in her sultriest voice, said, "Do you want me to help you jerk off, baby? Because I can hang up any time. I've had my fun, and as the nice, goody-two-shoes secretary that I am, I'm willing to let you have yours. But if you want to make this difficult ..."

Cameron gazed at her, slackjawed. "You are far too sexy for your own good. My dick is out and hard as a fucking diamond."

Brooke grinned. "Good to hear. Now, take one finger and just tease the head for me."

She watched with bated breath as he began to breathe deeply, and imagined him touching himself. Without thinking, her free hand slipped between her legs again and started teasing her still-wet folds. This time, just watching him was enough to get her going.

"Mm, good going. You can use your whole hand now, baby. Start stroking for me, but go real slow. Tortoise pace."

"Tortoise-walking pace or tortoise-fucking pace?" he asked innocently.

"Are they that different?"

"I have no bloody idea, but now I'm kinda curious."

"Well neither do I, so let's go with walking. And stop interrupting, this is supposed to be sexy!" she laughed.

"Sorry," he said, even as his grin said the exact opposite. Then he began stroking, his arm shifting the duvet cover rhythmically and his expression twitching ever so slightly. Brooke slipped a finger into her pussy as she watched. The unblinking intensity with which he stared at the screen, at her, lit her loins on fire.

"Fuck, this is hot," she whispered. "You should see how wet I am." Pulling her finger out, she held it up to the camera, glistening in the light. Then, on impulse, she brought it to her lips and sucked her juices off. His mouth parted in arousal. "You like that, baby? You like it when I taste myself?" she asked.

Cameron nodded. When his brain caught up to his cock, he added, "Fuck yes I do."

She grinned, her own taste lingering in her mouth. "Both hands now. I know how big you are, I know they'll fit. Imagine me riding you, sliding onto your fucking enormous cock." She winked as he shifted again, mouth parting in a silent groan. Her hand was back at her pussy in a flash. "Remember how tight I am? Squeeze it hard, just as tight as I would." Two fingers entered her, and she gasped. "Oh fuck, that's it, let me fuck you, baby!"

She could see the sweat on his brow as he jerked off to her, eyes wide, as though if he opened them wide enough he would fall through the screen and be on top of her.

"I want that cum inside me," she moaned. "Fuck I want it so bad, fuck me harder, faster! Get right to the edge, baby."

Twitching and moaning on the bed, Brooke fingered herself desperately as she watched him double his pace. His heavy breathing was coming through the microphone now, sending chills up her spine. "Motherfucker, I'm close," Cameron gasped.

"Don't cum yet, baby," she whispered. Fumbling in her bedside drawer, she pulled out her dildo and spat on it, then placed it at her entrance. Cameron watched her eagerly. She pushed it in, and her face contorted into a mask of blissful agony as it pressed her walls apart. "Oh shit," she gasped. "Oh fuck, okay baby, I'm going to count to zero and you're going to fucking cum. Ready?"

He nodded breathlessly.

"Five." She thrust the dildo again, her back arching as her hips bucked to take it.

"Four." His eyes never left the screen as he stroked faster than ever.

"Three." She could barely manage a whimper, all the air gone from her lungs.

"Two." He slowed his pace, and she could tell from the look of pure concentration that he was struggling to keep from exploding.

"One." She paused for just a second too long, and his eyes nearly popped out from the strain.

She giggled. "Ready baby?"

"Fucking say it already," he choked.

"Zero."

His eyes rolled back as he grunted, and Brooke watched him cum, imagining that same expression on his face as he fucked her through the bed. She rammed the dildo into her, but despite how arousing it was, she knew she was too far off. Instead, she just enjoyed the feel of it inside her as Cameron slowly got his breath back.

Finally, he recovered enough to form a coherent sentence. "You've done that before, right?" he asked, still panting.

She giggled. "Not exactly, but kinda."

Cameron shook his head in amazement. "I'm the luckiest man alive. I should buy a lottery ticket, bloody hell."

Still slowly sliding her dildo in and out of her pussy, Brooke blushed heavily. "You look like you enjoyed yourself."

"That's one way of putting it. Especially the part where you told me to use both hands," he smirked, wiggling his camera.

She laughed. "I didn't even think of that. I just nicked that part straight out of a JOI, because it was the only part I could remember apart from ... you know, the countdown."

"Well, the thought was sexy as hell."

Brooke grinned. Even in the faint light from his phone, she could see his eyes crinkling with laughter. She bit her lip, wishing he was there just so that she could kiss him.

"Hey, I probably need to clean myself up," he said. "But that was ... incredible. I definitely owe you something. Dinner, maybe?"

She raised her eyebrows. "You could just ask me out, rather than implying that sex is transactional. But yeah, I would love to get dinner again. Obviously."

He considered for a moment. "I hadn't thought of it like that. But you're right." He smiled into the camera. "Okay, now I really need to go and clean up. See you."

Brooke blew a kiss. "Bye."

His video froze for a second, and then the call disconnected. Brooke exhaled deeply and dropped her phone on her pillow, staring at the ceiling and running a hand through her sweaty hair. She was still giddy from everything. Pulling the dildo out of her pussy with a gasp, she cleaned it off with a tissue and returned it reluctantly to her drawer.

In the silence of the night, thoughts of sex swirled through Brooke's brain. And, slowly, they turned into thoughts of Cameron, of laughing with him on their first date, of his hand gripping hers in fear in the cinema, of the little nudges he gave her as they washed up together. And soon she was asleep, a warm glow in her chest and a faint smile on her lips.