Cyber Lover by Lizzie Lynn Lee

Cyber Lover
    What are you wearing?
    The question caught Catherine by surprise. She stared at the computer screen with eyes wide open. She quickly reminded herself that this was a cyber sex session, and she shouldn’t be intimidated by the naughty innuendo. A hot flush heated her cheeks, and unexpectedly, wanton aches stirred from the depths of her sex.
    Cat was surprised she was turned on by a simple inquiry. In real life, she wasn’t accustomed to such an encounter. Prude was what her friends and family called her, and she could live with that. But now that she finally decided that she wished no longer to be in her lonely cloistered shell, she dared herself to try something new. Something wicked and outrageous. Cybersex with a total stranger. After all, it was only a nameless, faceless fuck. It wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?
    What am I wearing? Cat instinctively groped her flannel pajamas. It wouldn’t be sexy if she told him she was wearing this kind of thing, would it? Grinning, she hammered her fingers on the keyboard, I’m in my white lace panties and matching bra that I bought from Paris. Which wasn’t all lies. She had visited Paris last month on a business trip and bought some sexy lingerie from Le Bon Marché in Saint-Germain-des-Près. Only she didn’t have the guts to wear it. The slinky ensembles found a new home at the bottom of her drawer.
    Her cyber lover, who went by the screen name Maxx7, typed back, I bet you look breathtakingly sexy.
    Cat almost laughed. Sexy was the last way she’d describe herself. She never felt sexy in her full figure body, comparing it to today’s standard. If she put on some makeup and cleaned up a bit, she knew she looked presentable. She inherited flawless skin and bright green eyes from her mother’s side. Her smile was sympathetic, someone had told her once. But sexy? Naah.
    But since this was a cybersex session, Cat decided to go with the flow. You bet, Cat typed. Wish you could see me right now.
    Maxx7 paused before typing back, God, I wish I could. Now, touch yourself. Put your hand on your breast and play with your nipple.
    What? Cat’s eyes almost jumped out of the sockets.
    Tell me how good it feels, Maxx7 added.
    Nuts, Cat thought. She was too self-conscious, she was never intrigued to explore her own sexuality. Forget sex toys, she was too shy to play with herself when she was feeling aroused. As if the stranger’s words carried magic, her own hand traveled to her chest and slipped under her cotton bra. Her nipples tightened the moment her fingers made contact. Her heart thundered. That felt great, Cat typed back with her free hand.
    Good. Now pinch it, roll it between your fingers.
    Cat hissed through her clenched teeth. She did what she was told. An exquisite, deep drawing sensation heated her sex, making her pussy throb with need.
    How do you feel?
    So wickedly good.
    We’re doing fine, babe. I wish I were there right now, pleasuring you in the flesh. I would love to take those nipples with my mouth. I’d suck you until you lost your mind.
    Cat suppressed an urge to fan herself. Her bedroom suddenly felt very hot. She could imagine having his mouth on hers, tongue flicking her hardened buds. It would feel really good. She remembered that feeling when her ex, Jack, did the same thing to her. But that was some years ago, and Jack wasn’t interested in her after their third date. She had been alone ever since.
    Babe? Her cyber lover inquired, You still there?
    She typed fast. Yes.
    Good girl. Now, I want you to touch your pussy. Slip your hand under your panties and find your clit. Circle it. Imagine my tongue doing that to you.
    Cat’s hand was trembling when she did as she was instructed. Her sex was heavy with desire, her clit buzzing. A drop of her sexual moisture rolled from her pussy.
    How was it, babe?
    Her breath stalled in her throat. Imagine if it were my tongue, he’d said. The ache in her sex intensified, leaving her semi-delirious with frantic