Page 74 of Rumor Has It

“Um, well, yes. I think one of us guiding the other through sounds hot as hell. But I genuinely don’t know if I could be the guide for that. A combination of the first two options feel like they might be easier for our first time.” Wren bit her lip before she could say something as bold as unless you feel up for guiding me.

“I agree,” Rebecca said, sounding more like her normal self. “I would try it, though. Maybe next time?”

Wren let out a little laugh at that, excited by the prospect of a next time when they hadn’t even had a this time, yet. “Okay. So the first two options then?”

The nervous energy between them was tangible, even over the phone. “Yeah, the first two sounded good. What else did the articles suggest?” Rebecca asked, her voice a purr in Wren’s ear.

Wren slid her hand under the waistband of her loose boxers. She was so wet she almost moaned. She bit her bottom lip and settled for a semi-embarrassing hum. “Um,” she clumsily recovered. “That we should go slow and give ourselves space to acknowledge what’s working for us. Oh, and to not take offense if we’re not into something.”

“Okay,” Rebecca said, though her voice already sounded more breathy than normal. “So then, should I admit to the fact that I’ve already slid my hand into my underwear?”

That got a real laugh out of Wren. “I did, too. Well, you know, my boxers.”

“I’m familiar with them, yes.” Rebecca paused. “So, what uh, what’s going on over there?”

This was it. They were really doing this.

Wren took a deep breath. “I’m in bed. My phone is, like, awkwardly squished between my pillow and the side of my head so I can hear you, but still have my hands in case I need them.”

“Good call. I just have you on speaker.” Rebecca let out a chuckle. “And uh, you’ve got on your little sleep boxers?”

“Mmhmmm. Yep,” Wren said, sliding her fingers over her clit as she spoke. “And I already have a hand in them.”

“What’s that hand doing?”

“I’m just”—She floundered a bit for the correct word. She did her best to remember what one of the articles was saying about being specific. Graphic was kind of preferred in a situation like this. “I’m touching my clit, but not hard or even super focused right now. I was kind of incredibly wet. So, I’m kind of just, spreading that around right now.” And she was. She was slowly spreading her desire out so there'd be no friction as their phone call progressed.

“Fuck,” Rebecca whispered. “You do get really wet. It’s such a turn-on.”

“Yeah?” Wren whispered back, though it sounded more like a moan than she would have cared to admit.

“Yeah. Just thinking about it is making me wetter than I already was,” Rebecca confessed.

It was Wren’s turn to ask a few questions. “And what are you doing?”

“Mmm, kind of the same. I don’t want to go too fast. I don’t normally take my time with myself.”

“Oh, holy shit.” More of that, please and thank you, Wren thought. “What is it that you normally do with yourself?” She waited desperately for the answer, her own fingers slowly becoming more focused of their own accord.

“Normally if I want to get off, I deal with it in the shower or with my vibrator. It’s been a while since I’ve done this”—

“Manually?” Wren offered.

Rebecca let out a sharp laugh. “Yeah, but before my detachable shower head and before my vibrator, if I needed, you know, release, I’d rub really tight circles around my clit. Just hard and fast.”

Wren wanted this to last longer than hard and fast. She also wanted to know more about what Rebecca had done by herself. “Do you ever go inside yourself?” Wren’s fingers were inching slowly towards her own entrance.

“Not really,” Rebecca admitted. “You of all people know how hard it is to get me off from just that.”

Wren grinned because she did know. She knew first hand how to get Rebecca off. “You seem to like how it feels, though, having my fingers in you.”

That did get a low moan out of Rebecca. “I do like it when your fingers are in me.”

“I like it when my fingers are in you, too.” And holy shit was that the truth. “I like how tight you feel around them.”

“If you were here, would you slide them in me?” Rebecca gasped.

“Fuck,” Wren whimpered. She had gotten so focused on thinking about what Rebecca might be doing on her end of the phone, she had forgotten to keep touching herself, too. “Yes. Fuck yes. If you wanted it, I’d absolutely have two fingers buried in you right now.” She paused, why not try to combine all three suggestions from the articles? “I know it won’t get you off, Rebecca, but what if you went in yourself for me right now?”