Call Ashton while she pleasures herself (+30 Suspicion, -40 Lust)

As Hannah teased herself she suddenly ached to be with Ashton. To feel him with her hands, with her lips, her body. Hold him tightly and share his warmth… And she felt that if she could talk to him, reason with him, then maybe they could work things out. She could tell him about who she was without turning him off, and they could be together. They would join their hearts in perfect understanding with each other, a deep, beautiful understanding that would let them see each other in the best possible light, a wondrous, permanent highlight reel of their life, playing on loop, reflecting the beauty in each other’s eyes as their souls became one.

So with that in mind she decided to call him, while still toying with her wet pussy.

At the first ring she suddenly wasn’t sure this was such a good idea. When it rang for the second time she was sure it wasn’t a good idea… But she was also turned on. The thought of speaking to Henry, hearing his voice, while secretly shlicking herself. She couldn’t stop. Her fingers started moving even faster, making little wet sounds that she wasn’t sure he would hear -

Click. “Hello?” Ashton’s voice made her freeze for a moment. “Hannah? Hey, how are you?”

There was warmth in his voice, he was clearly happy to get this call. She suddenly realized that she was high and masturbating while calling her boyfriend, and panicked. She was supposed to be a new woman, to turn a new leaf! Yet here she was, rubbing herself silly and worse, in a way that could get Ashton’s attention. What if he noticed? What if he found out about her past? She cleared her throat and tried to sound calm as she replied.

“Hey Ash. I, uh… I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” He chuckled. “I really enjoyed our date last night. You looked gorgeous! And, uhh…” And there was a pause before he added, in a lower voice. “Especially enjoyed the last kiss.”

She giggled, then stifled a small moan as her finger brushed against her clit in a way that sent shivers up her spine. She bit her lip as she tried to calm down. She had to keep cool and in control. Not let him suspect anything.

“I feel so horny…” The words left her mouth, before she could even think about them. Her eyes suddenly widened when she realized that her words could not be unsaid anymore. For a moment she stood there, waiting with one hand holding her phone and the other down her pants, her heart beating furiously. Strangely, the anxiety and the anticipation was making her hornier, even if she was scared. In a messed up way part of her wanted to jill herself even harder, even while the other was screaming not to fuck things up anymore. Her pussy throbbed, begging to be rubbed and teased again.

“Oh. Uh… I see…” He stammered his reply, trying to fill the awkward silence. But his voice died down, and the silence returned.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice lower. But even as she spoke, her finger started circling her clit again, slowly.

“No, no, don’t be!” He replied. There was a muffled rustle and he spoke again in a quieter voice. “Sorry, I… Uh, I’m actually at work. They called me for an emergency. On Sunday, can you believe it?” An awkward chuckle, trying to mask his concern.

“Oh. Mhm.” She stifled another moan. “Sorry…”

“You had no way of knowing that,” he replied, his voice gentle. Encouraging her to speak more.

“I just miss you. And… And I want you to hug me. And touch me all over. God, I’m so fucking horny!” Her hand matched her words, picking up the place. She was trying her best not to breathe hard on the phone. She couldn’t stop her mouth from speaking how she felt. She wanted to be a slut, to be fucked hard, to find some release. She shut her mouth tightly while sliding a finger in and a groan escaped her lips through her clenched teeth.

“Oh! Uhh… I'm not sure if this is really... ” And she could almost feel the muted panic from across the line, as he searched for the right thing to say.

“Please don’t hate me.” Her voice was quiet, barely a whisper. She stopped teasing herself for a moment, ignoring the pulsing need inside her. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. “I’m not normally like this…” She said, even while deep down she knew this was a lie.

“Wait, what? No! No, I…” Hesitation. A muffled ‘sorry’. He lowered his voice while replying to her, “I don’t hate you, Hannah. Please don’t -”

“You don’t hate that I’m rubbing my pussy while calling you?” She blurted out. Again, the words just left her mouth. But behind them was that burning need in her for acceptance. For touch. And, yes, for her to be fucked hard and rough. She couldn’t help herself.

“What?” Now the panic on the other side of the line was noticeable. Hannah cringed, despite her arousal.

“Sorry…” She whined again, even as her fingers started moving and sending waves of pleasure inside her body once more.. “It’s just… I want you so badly… And… Uhn! My pussy is soooo needy!”

She was now shlicking herself without a care if he heard, her fingers moving fast, frantic, making wet noises as she gasped softly into the phone. She felt the pleasure building up, amplified by the ****. She was terrified, throwing caution to the wind. This is who she was. She couldn't hide it. Couldn't resist her impulses. Her heart was thumping hard with fear that he would call her a whore. But the fear only made her even more excited…

“Umm… I’m at work,” he repeated softly. A pause, as if he was checking something. “I can stay with you on the call for a few more minutes.”

“Please…” And she was now rubbing herself hard, one finger inside as she rubbed her clit with her thumb and index fingers. She moaned louder. “Ahhnh~...! Are… Are you angry?”

There was a pause. “No, I’m not angry,” he said, his voice still quiet. “I… I know I’m a complicated guy. And… I’m sorry if I made you feel this way -”

“Fuck!” Her vision went blurry for a moment and she shut her eyes tight as the pleasure increased, and her breathing grew harder. She was close. So close. “Fuuuuck! Ahn ~! Do… Do you want me...?”

Another moment of hesitation. “Yes... Yes, I do. Of course!” He replied. “Just... Just give me time, ok-?”

She came. Bright, strong flashes of pure pleasure that shook her entire body as she let out a long, drawn-out moan. When it ended she let out a few smaller moans with each aftershock that hit her, small pangs of orgasmic ecstasy, not quite as strong as when it first hit but enough to rob her of any self-control. For a moment she was only this single sensation. This hot, powerful, primal sensation, overwriting anything else about her. She was a woman having an orgasm. Finally, gradually, her moans got softer as her pleasure died down and she came back to herself. Ashton remained silent on the other end of the line throughout the whole thing.

“I… I have to go now,” he said, breaking the silence. “Sorry. Uhh… Can we talk more about this later?”

“I… Yeah…” She gasped, still out of breath.

“Thanks. I love you,” he said.

“I love… You too,” she panted.

Then she heard a click, and the phone line went silent. She would need to reckon with that later, and there was fear still in that moment, even as she relished at how incredible that call, and the orgasm, had felt.