Shift work has its advantages

Sigrid picks up almost immediately.

“Jacob?!?” she says. “You’re up early! Or… late?”

“Late. Very, very late,” you say weakly. “I looked at your schedule, so I was pretty sure you’d be awake by now.”

“… I was going to say it’s wonderful to hear you, but you don’t sound good. What’s wrong?”

“I…”

Despite how strongly you feel about Sigrid, you’re not ready to tell her about the Multiplier. You’re not ready to tell her about how you just spent four exhausting hours fighting with a magic phone game to keep your sperm from getting your sister pregnant. And you’re definitely not ready to tell her about the time when you were thirteen and you fucked up and both your parents died.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you tell her, which is true. “It… it’s not nightmares, but –”

“Oh no, oh no,” she says. “I’m so sorry, sweetie! Do you need to talk about it? Do you need me to take the day off work?”

“No, no, you don’t need to do that,” you protest. “I have a bunch of stuff I need to do today, thank you so much for offering, but, um… this will maybe sound weird…”

“Jacob, you bozo, you’re my best friend ever,” she says tenderly. “I don’t care if it’s weird. Tell me?”

“I am so fucking horny right now, Sigrid.”

“OH!” She sounds startled – but more than that, delighted.

“And… and I don’t want to just jack off by myself. I want to cum with someone who cares about me.”

‘Oh my god, that’s such a romantic thing to say!” she exclaims, and you’re positive she’s not being sarcastic. “But… I mean, if I’m not taking the day off work, then I have to be at the station by five thirty! Unless… I live at 4531 Sequoia, off the west end of Beresford. Are you staying close enough to there that I could come and see you right now? Even if we don’t have time to fuck in bed, we could do a quickie in my car? Or I could suck you off?”

That’s more than you were expecting, although it is an amazing offer from a woman who you met for the first time less than 24 hours ago. Also, fucking Sigrid in Tammy and Molly’s apartment would get you noticed by Tammy and Molly, and although you know that not only would they be 100% okay with it, they’d want to join in… you’re not ready to explain that to Sigrid, either.

The idea of Tammy and Molly licking your cum off Sigrid’s tits makes your cock pulse.

“I think Beresford is like a half-hour from here, even with good traffic,” you say. “Sigrid… what are you wearing?”

“ Ohhhhhhh!” she says, and you realize her epiphany was a lot more pleasant than the ones you had earlier tonight.

She pauses a few seconds. “Do you want the real answer, or the sexy answer?”

“I think the real answer is the sexy answer.”

“No corset or eight-inch spike heels?”

You can’t help but snicker. “No.”

“I’m wearing a big old gray t-shirt that has some grease stains on it. I sleep in it because it’s comfy. Sorry, correction – I was wearing. Now I’m topless!”

“Mmm!”

A photo comes through on your phone. It’s Sigrid, in her kitchen – seen from the neck up. She’s got an excited smile, and she’s holding up a gray t-shirt at head level. From the faint halo of pale blonde stubble, you can see she hasn’t shaved her head yet today.

“Being totally serious for a moment,” she says, “I absolutely can’t risk sending anyone nudes, ever, not for as long as I’m a cop. I’m sorry. I trust you completely, but I don’t trust the network completely.”

“That’s okay.”

“I wish you could see me nude!” she says wistfully. “I’m pinching my nipples, they’re so stiff for you!”

You figure that’s as close to “please use the Multiplier’s profile-image function to watch live video of me nude and masturbating” as you’ll ever get from someone who doesn’t already know about it, so you have no qualms about doing so.

“I’ve got a good visual imagination,” you tell her, which is true. You still have Sigrid’s profile open in the Multiplier on your laptop from earlier, so it’s just a matter of alt-tabbing to that window and connecting to the wi-fi.

Sigrid is, as promised, topless in her kitchen, and playing with her nipples. The ‘camera’ zooms in on them, which is something you hadn’t realized it could do.

Her nipples are big, and pale, but steadily getting darker as she tugs and pinches them. Your phone is on the sofa next to you, so that’s the direction you hear her moans come from.

“Did you know you got an erection yesterday when you looked at my tits?” Sigrid says. The ‘camera’ is still focused entirely on her tits, but you can hear that she’s grinning.

“I… really?”

“Mm hm. Little tent in your pants, juuust enough for me to notice.”

The ‘camera’ pulls back out.

“I’m… hah, I was about to apologize!”

She laughs. “Jacob, don’t ever apologize for thinking I’m hot and fuckable! I’m gonna twist my nipples now.” On the laptop screen, you see her do it, and she hisses and throws her head back. “Godddd, I felt that all the way down my spine!”

“Do your tits need to be kissed?” you ask.

“Kissed and licked and, oh god, my tits need hickeys. And teeth marks! I want your teeth marks all over my tits!”

Sigrid leans her head forward as she lifts one tit towards her face. “They’re just big enough that I can suck them,” she says, and demonstrates. Loud slurping noises and “mmm”s come through the phone. “That makes you hard, Jacob? That makes your cock so fucking hard?”

“It does, yeah!”

“Good,” she says. On the screen, you see her stride out of her kitchen; the ‘camera’ follows her into the bedroom where she flops backward onto her bed. “I’m taking off my panties now,” she says as she wiggles out of them. “They’re sooo fucking wet. My panties are dripping wet. You like that?”

The ‘camera’ zooms in on the panties. They’re not actually dripping wet, although there is visibly a large damp spot.

“I love it,” you tell her, which would be true if her panties actually were that wet, and also you do love it that she’s so horny for you that there’s a visible wet spot, so… that’s close enough to true that it won’t bother you.

“Mmm. I’m nude on my bed now, with my legs spread for you, Jacob. Are you jerking off?”

You’ve always preferred ‘jacking’ to ‘jerking’, but stop thinking about idiolects and focus on the hot girl who wants you to fuck her, dammit!

“Just taking my pajamas off,” you tell her. “And… now I’m nude too!” You grab one of the remaining towels, place it on the sofa, and sit on it carefully. “And… now I’m stroking my cock, up and down, up and down.”

“I’m rubbing myself for you, Jacob!” Sigrid says. On the laptop screen, you can see her biting her lip as her fingers go in and out. The ‘camera’ focuses on her pussy – swollen and red, oozing with moisture, clit visible and engorged.

You already know the answer to this next question, but you’ll ask anyway. “Are you shaved?”

She laughs.

“You know what I mean,” you fake-grump.

“Yes, yes, I know, and – the past few years I was letting my pussy go natural because there was no one to see it, but… last night I trimmed it down to a tiny little landing strip, just for you,” she says, which is actually a detail the ‘camera’ didn’t tell you. On the laptop screen, you see her pull her fingers out of her pussy and suck them clean. More slurping from the phone.

“I taste so good,” she says. She’s starting to breathe faster, and her hips are starting to thrust. “Jacob, I need to fuck,” she says. “I need you in me. I’m gonna get my dildo out, okay?”

“What a coincidence!” you say. “Just last night, I got a text that had a picture of someone’s police uniform, underwear, and dildo!”

Sigrid giggles. “Yes! What an absolutely amazing coincidence! I wonder who that could have been from!”

On the screen, she opens a drawer in her bedside table and pulls out a purple dildo. She licks it, and rubs her face on it, and fucks her tits with it. “I bet you’re bigger than my dildo, aren’t you,” she says.

“I dunno,” you say. “How big is it?”

She blinks. “Seriously? Uh, I think it’s seven, seven and a half inches?”

“Oh. Yeah, I’m bigger than that.”

On the screen, she looks intrigued, then shrugs. “We’ll talk about that later,” she says. “Right now, I need to fuck, I need to be fucked, and I’m gonna sliiiiide my dildo into my hot little pussy niiice and deeeep.” You hear squishing noises. “It’s in me now, Jacob! Oh god, are you jerking off for me? Are you jerking that huge cock for me while I fuck myself?”

“Uh huh!” you say, and you and Sigrid are talking over each other but it doesn’t matter, she’s pumping in and out and you’re pumping up and down, faster and faster, the two of you saying each other’s names over and over and over, and you can see on the screen that she’s bright red, not just on her face and upper torso but her entire scalp as she begs “please, Jacob, please cum in me cum in me cum in me cum in me Jacob Jacob Jacob JACOB JACOB CUM IN ME JACOB” and you feel the surge in your balls and your shaft and the Multiplier is buzzing and on the screen you can see that she’s thrashing and squirting, and you don’t want to wake Tammy and Molly and it’s so hard to keep from being loud and you say “Sigrid Sigrid Sigrid I’m cumming Sigrid SIGRID SIGRID FUUUUCK” and you spurt wildly all over your own chest and arm.

On the screen, Sigrid is catching her breath, and looking at the mess she made. “God, now I’ve got to put a load of laundry in before I leave for work,” she says, chuckling. “Christ, Jacob, you made me squirt! From phone sex! It’s been years since I squirted!”

“You’re…” you say, and suddenly feel exhausted. “You’re… welcome. I…”

“… Jacob?”

“I’m so tired,” you manage.

“Oh. You’re feeling better now, at least? Emotionally, I mean?”

“Yeah, I… yeah. Thanks.”

Suddenly you can’t see anything, and then you realize your eyes are closed. You sort of try to open them, but it doesn’t really feel like it’s worth the effort.

“Jacob?” you hear Sigrid say from very far away. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, thank you so much for asking, I love that you did this with me and I love that you care about me so much, I just need some sleep,” you say. Or maybe you just think it.

“Well… okay,” Sigrid’s voice says. “I’m gonna shower and dress and everything, and head to work. I was planning to think about you in the shower and masturbate, but I think we’ve already taken care of that!” She laughs, and then Maggie says “that’s not a joke, it’s an observation” and Sigrid says “yes, but I’m a cop, so that’s different,” and Sigrid has Belinda’s braids and she and Maggie are eating salad together and they offer you some but you can’t because you’re busy shooting at the cartoon sperm again.

Some of that was probably a dream.

A million years later, you hear Sigrid whispering. “Okay, Jacob,” she says. “I’m all ready to go to work. You’re wonderful. Bye bye!”, and then you hear the bloop of the call ending.

The last thought to cross your mind is that you haven’t cleaned up so you’re still covered in your own cum. Then everything fades away.