Some light sexting

A small smile spread across her lips as she thought of what she could do. Fishing her phone from the darkness, she sent Cameron a quick text.

Brooke: Hey

Brooke: What you up to?

She licked her lips as she waited for him to respond and began gently teasing herself through her panties. Already, she could feel a wet spot growing. The buzz of her phone interrupted her.

Cameron: Not much

Cameron: Hbu?

Brooke rolled her eyes. Couldn't he give her any more to work with?

Brooke: Thinking about you, among other things ...

Cameron: Oh yeah? Like what?

Brooke: Guess

She bit her lip, heart in her mouth as she waited with baited breath. Subconsciously, she pulled her panties to the side and ran a finger along her slit. Shivers rolled up her spine, and her toes curled in the sheets as she circled her clit with a thumb.

Cameron: Hmm

Cameron: Tax forms?

Brooke: I only need two fingers ...

Cameron: Paper tax forms?

Brooke laughed despite herself. Then she glanced at the wall, hoping Saara didn't hear her.

Brooke: It's fun, but also makes me feel like I'm working out

The three dots on his side of the screen wavered for a while, and she amused herself by slowly inserting a single finger inside her folds. With how turned on she was, it felt like an entire dildo, and she gasped softly.

Cameron: Hmm, two fingers, fun, but gets your heart beating faster ... Tetris?

Brooke: It's a bit more physical than tetris

Cameron: ...

Cameron: No, I'm completely stumped

Biting her lip, her thumb hovered over the Take Video button. Then, on impulse, she hit it.

"Hey baby," she said, smiling at the camera. Her face, ghostly pale in only the light of her phone, smiled back at her. "You would have thought that Mr Fancy CEO would be a bit quicker on the draw than this, but I suppose I can help you out."

Slipping another finger inside her pussy, she moaned and arched her back as pleasure rippled through her body. "Can you guess yet?" she asked in what was barely more than a whisper. Her thumb brushed her clit, and her breath caught in her throat as she bit back another moan. "Can you guess what I'mmmm ... hmm ... doing?"

She took her bottom lip between her teeth and grinned. Slowly, she massaged her mound, watching herself in the camera; her eyelids were heavy with pleasure, her cheeks clearly flushed despite the wan light, her breathing shallow and irregular and punctured by soft gasps and moans. She felt like the sexiest woman alive.

"Hmm ... if you haven't got it by now, I don't think you ever will," Brooke said. She winked and blew a kiss, then stopped recording.

She giggled to herself even as her fingers curled inside her and her thumb got frisky with her clit. The whole experience had left her on the brink of orgasm, and just the thought of actually sending the video was enough to make her legs shake, her breath evaporate, her walls clench around her fingers -

Brooke moaned as the climax engulfed her. Her hips bucked, trying to suck her fingers in even deeper, and she lost her grip on her phone as her entire body lost control. In slow motion, she watched it drop towards her, and then whack! It collided with the bridge of her nose.

Eyes watering, she winced and picked it back up. Then her eyes widened as she heard the telltale sound of a message sending. Her stomach dropped.

She had sent the video.

"Oh shit," Brooke whispered. Panic swept through her. No, there was still time to delete it, she could still ... Then a dangerous thought crossed her mind. Did she even want to delete it?