Incoming Call

"Oh, Steve's calling."

Beep.

"Hey, Steve, what's up?"

He was annoying. so, so, SO annoying.

Only Kyle would have the fucking nerve to whine and beg for her to leave the comfort of their soft sheets on the bed on her rest day to sit on the couch next to him while he watches some game show.

Only Kyle would pat her thighs, muttering a little 'open up, baby' without taking his eyes off the screen, acting as if he's more into it than her.

Only Kyle would smirk as he slips his fingers inside her soft pussy, humming as he slowly feels her begin to soak his fingers, teasing her on how quickly she gets wet for him.

And only Kyle would answer his fucking phone to Steve of all people while he plays with her pussy.

"Huh? You want to come over? But you were just here this morning," Kyle hums into the phone, acting as if his fingers aren't swirling circles into her clit.

It's so unfair. He's so good with his hands that she wasn't sure how she's gonna be able to stay quiet. Steve never knew when to shut up, especially on the phone.

"Aww, but I didn't get to see pipsqueak today!"

That makes her huff, annoyance crossing her features. She isn't that small. Steve and Kyle were just abnormally tall!

Before she even can mutter a snide comment, Kyle slips his fingers back into her, smirking when she gasps so sweetly. She's gushing all over his slender fingers and he's relishing the tight heat that envelops him.

"Aww, Steve," Kyle fucking purrs into the phone, not missing the way Steve's teasing comments pause for a moment nor the way she shot him a look. She knows that tone. She knows it better than anyone.

Kyle is up to no fucking good.

"You're right, you did miss her. The poor thing was so tired from last night, she needed to sleep in."

Kyle's focus is back on the TV, voice mischievous as he picks up pace with his finger, wanting to see if he could get her to crack.

She whimpers, a hand coming to cover her mouth. She didn't want to get too loud, the embarrassment of Steve possibly hearing her, sounding worse than death. Kyle nearly groaned into the phone, feeling how she squeezed his fingers.

"Awww, baby, thinkin' about Steve hearing you, is getting you this wet? Hm?"

Kyle's grip on her thighs to keep her spread for him, is firm. His fingers dig into her soft skin as he holds her in place. It's so unfair how he continues to multitask so effortlessly. His phone in the other hand is away from his face so he can say such filthy things to her.

It's unfair because it just makes her even wetter.

"It's so cute how you get so wet for me, soaking my hand just from two fingers...now shh, baby, i gotta talk to him," he coos, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to her cheek, like he's not fucking her cunt open with those slender digits of his.

Without hesitation, he maneuvers his fingers deeper into the plush, wet heat of her pussy, curling them in a way that makes her body arch instinctively as he brings his phone back to his ear, talking to Steve like nothing is happening.

While Steve continues to talk Kyle's ear off, she's struggling so badly. It's hard to stay quiet with the way he's touching her. She doesn't get it, why is he still on the phone? Each stroke of his stupid fingers keeps her wound up, unable to think properly, which leads to a sweet whimper leaving her before she can stop it.

"Shhh, keep it down, baby," he whispers, leaning closer, his breath hot against her cheek.

"We don't want him to hear what a naughty little slut you're being for me, would we?"

He's so cruel, his words only making her shiver at the thrill of the situation. Feeling her clench around his fingers, he hums curiously.

"Oh? Maybe you do. You wanna have him hear you get your pussy played with?"

She shakes her head, not wanting to deal with the endless teasing from Kyle and Steve from being in this situation. But while she was keeping her mouth shut, her pussy betrayed her. She's so wet, the sounds of her cunt gushing and sloshing around his fingers start to get picked up by the phone, and Steve notices.

He could fucking hear the wet slick noises of Kyle's fingers messing up her soft slit, and the sound stuns him into silence. He gulps, something Kyle hears and can't help but smirk about.

He's got both of them exactly where he wants them.

After a few moments of silence, Steve clears his throat.

"I-is, uh...is she there?"

He's curious, so curious to see if Kyle will keep playing this game. Keep pretending like he's not fucking her open with his fingers so good that he can hear it through the phone. Shit, he's getting so hard from this, he feels like a fucking perv.

Kyle's eyes flash with something dangerous at Steve's shaky words. His smirk turned almost evil. She wants to glare at him, do something for putting her in such an embarrassing situation, but she just can't. Not with how good he's making her feel and how the thought of Steve hearing her makes her walls clamp on his fingers.

Kyle maintains his composure, fingers never faltering their movements in and out of her dripping cunt.

"Mmh, I dunno, Steve, what do you think?"

He asks coolly, his voice a seductive blend of mockery and affection.

"Baaaby, h-he's gonna hear me," she whimpered as she reached out to grip his wrist, trying to stop his fingers from moving.

It was so messy sounding, her face was on fire. Gods, why did she have to get so wet from him being so mean?

Her breaths come in ragged gasps, hips moving instinctively against his hand, unconsciously seeking more. She just can't help it. He's playing with her pussy so good, it's making her brain mushy.

The squelching sound of her slick wetness is unmistakable to Steve. On the other side of the phone, he's got his phone squished against his ear as much as possible, desperate to hear all of her noises. He's...he's hard, but he can't touch, not yet, he doesn't want any distractions from this.

"Fuck, I-I can hear her, Kyle...i-is she really wet?"

"Mhm. She's dripping all over the couch."

Without missing a beat, Kyle moves the phone closer to her, continuing to work his fingers inside her dripping slit. If she says anything, he'd just smirks and says he is just repositioning so his hand doesn't hurt.

But she knows he's moving it closer to give Steve a better chance of hearing all her noises. And it just has her clenching around his fingers, her juices dripping down his wrist.

"Here, angel. Talk to him for me, yeah?"

Oh, what the hell?

Her brain is already fucking melting out of her ears, she doesn't even think about what would happen if she takes the phone. Her hand trembles as she takes the phone, the other hand clutching at the couch cushions for support.

The moment she moves the phone to her ear, she can hear Steve's excited breathing, the anticipation practically radiating through the speaker.

"H-Hi, Steve...," she manages to greet him, voice breaking as Kyle finds another sensitive spot within her, his free hand now pressing down on her tummy as he really starts to fuck her with his fingers.

"H-Hey, sweet thing," Steve tries to purr, but it just comes out like a desperate sigh, a mix of curiosity and arousal clear in his tone.

"You...you sound so pretty..."

Kyle doesn't relent for a moment, his pretty fingers plunging and twisting inside her. Sure, he wants her to be able to talk to Steve, but that doesn't mean she has to be incoherent. No, he wants her to be unable to hold back those moans from him.

Who cares if his best friend is on the other line?

"C'mon, princess, tell him how you're feelin'," Kyle whispers into her ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Let him know how good 'm makin' your pretty pussy feels right now."

His voice sounds so good in her ear, her grip on the phone tightening as she tries to hold onto the last shred of her composure.

"D-Don't talk t' me like that, fuck, 's so embarrassing..."

He knows she doesn't mean it, not when he feels her gummy walls clench around him like that. She likes it, she likes when he's mean, when he makes her talk to him and tell him how good he's making her feel. But it feels even better because she knows Steve is gonna hear how good Kyle, his best friend, makes her feel with just his fingers.

The sensation of Kyle's fingers, slick and sticky with her arousal, moving relentlessly inside her soft pussy and pressing against that fucking spot that makes her gush all over his hands, is making having any coherent thought nearly impossible.

"B-Baaabyyy, I-I can't, 'm gonna-!"

On the other end, Steve bites his lip to muffle his groan, the mental image of the scene flashing in his mind. His mind is going blank as the wet sounds of his best friend's fingers and her labored breaths and broken little moans fill his ears.

But then, they suddenly stop.

She lets out the prettiest little moan and Steve feels his cock throb in his sweats, the feeling of precum leaking out making him shiver.

God, he wants to hear her like that all the time.

"B-Baby, why'd you-?"

"Are you coming over or not? Wouldn't you rather see her than hear her? If you come over, I'll teach you how t' make her squirt."

That seems to be all it takes to get him to keen, a high pitched and pathetic whimper coming from Steve's end of the call. Who knew Kyle could get him to make such a sound just from a simple set of words?

"I'm on my way right now, please, don't let her cum without me there."