Some Experiments

Jerry stumbled home with his mind racing and the persistent memory of Chloe's fingers around his cock.

The idea that someone had been pranking him, that it was all a joke, was absurd. It made no sense whatsoever. But the alternative was even more ridiculous. It seemed that he'd been able to somehow control the barmaid into giving him a handjob. And how exactly? By calling... Calling whom?

Now that he was thinking about it, wandering through the dark streets of his small town, it really did sound like her voice.

He pulled his phone out again and stared at the letters next to his network bars.

"So let's get this straight." He said out loud, attracting for a second the attention of a few drunk teenagers who were walking by. "I dropped my phone and it connected to this... whatever it is. And then, when I called Chloe I heard her speak and yet she was next to me cleaning the bar. I told the voice to give me a handjob, and the real Chloe did."

He had some kind of absurd suspicion, but he needed to test it.

He opened his contact list and scrolled down until he found his mother's number.

It was four in the morning, and there was no way she'd answer her phone, but if he had to wake someone up he couldn't see a better choice. She'd scream at him, ask him if he was drunk again, and that would be it.

He dialed her number and waited. As expected, she did not answer. She used to put her phone in silent mode when she went to bed.

"Oh what the hell!" He exclaimed as he typed a text message. "Mom? Could you call me back please? It's important."

He sent it and waited, not really expecting much. But after a couple minutes, his phone ringed.

"Mom?" He answered, holding the device to his ear.

"Jerry?" Her sleepy voice asked. "Is everything alright?"

She sounded a bit worried.

"Yeah, Mom. I'm fine. Just wanted to hear your voice. Sorry for texting you so late."

She remained silent for a moment.

"Texting?" She asked. "Did you text me?"

"I tried to call first. You didn't get my text?"

"Let me check, honey." She said, and Jerry could hear her move the phone around. "No, I didn't get any text. Not since last time we spoke. No call either."

"Wait a minute!" He exclaimed. "If you didn't get my text then why did you call me?"

"I don't know honey. I woke up worried." She replied. "I felt like it was important to call you. I must have had a bad dream."

"You called because of a dream?" He asked incredulously.

"I suppose, dear. Are you alright."

"I am, mom, don't worry."

"Well, OK then. Good night, Jerry."

"Goodnight, mom."

"Sweet dreams. And call me soon, Alright?"

"I will, mom."

The line went dead.

Jerry kept walking for a moment, lost in his thoughts.

Just like for Chloe, his mother had not received anything, and yet, she had reacted to his message immediately.

"Through a dream?" He whispered. "What the fuck is going on with my phone? Is it sending messages right into people's mind?"

This seemed unbelievable and yet he couldn't explain it any other way.

He reached his residence and went inside his apartment, locking the door behind him.

As he took his shoes off, ready to go to sleep, he realized the potential implications of his discovery.

"If it isn't some kind of dream." He thought as he climbed under the sheets.

***

He woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and alert. His mind was still foggy from the previous day's events but he was eager to start his day and find out more about whatever was going on with his smartphone.

He got up, showered and dressed, then headed to the kitchen, device in hand.

"Well that's pretty cool and stuff, but where do I start?" He muttered to himself.

He looked outside and noticed an unusual sight. One of his neighbor, a young girl he'd bumped into a few times in the elevator, was walking around her apartment in her underwear, right behind her window.

She was wearing a white bra and panties, both very lacey and sexy. He couldn't help but stare at her as she walked back and forth.

She had quite the body. She was tall and slim, and her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders and down her back.

"Hm..." He said. "What was her name again?"

He focused, trying to recall the tiny bits of information he'd gotten from small talk with her.

"Clara!" He exclaimed, remembering. "That's it! Clara!"

He grabbed his phone and searched through Facebook. He knew they had a friend in common, and quickly found her profile.

But would it work through this app, or was the power of his phone limited to call and text? If it wasn't just all a dream, of course.

"Hey, Clara." He typed. "I don't know if you remember me. I'm your neighbor, Jerry, we've talked a bit before."

He sent it and waited, looking at the girl getting dressed behind her window.

He got a reply almost immediately, and yet the girl had not moved. Her phone wasn't even in sight.

"Hey Jerry." She said. "I do remember you."

"Oh my god! Yes!" He exclaimed, jumping up and down. "It wasn't a fucking dream!"

He calmed himself down and looked at her once again. What now?

"You should take your clothes off." He typed and sent.

He rubbed his face, anxious. If she did get that message on her phone she would probably treat him like a freak.

"Why?" Clara asked as the real one was almost done getting dressed.

"Because..." Jerry started writing. "Because you are very horny and you need to masturbate."

"I am very horny!" She replied.

To his surprise, the real Clara froze for a moment, and then proceeded to take all her clothes off before walking away, leaving his sight.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed.

He stared at the screen, wondering what to do.

"Masturbate in front of your living room window!" He typed.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because it turns you on more than anything else, knowing that people might be watching."

"It turns me on that people might be watching." She replied.

And she did reappear, fully naked.

"Holy shit." He said, staring at her.

She stood in front of the window, one hand on her crotch and another playing with her small tits. She looked pretty aroused from what he could see from this distance.

He watched her as she touched herself, and his cock twitched.

For a good ten minutes she kept rubbing her clit, inserting a few fingers inside herself from time to time. She gradually bent over, her legs spread apart, and he saw her mouth open as she moaned. Finally, she seemed to reach climax and she let herself fall on the floor.

She turned her head towards the window and her eyes met his.

Jerry froze and almost jumped back, but the way she was looking at him wasn't what he expected.

She smiled, bit her lips, and left.