Mistakes Were Made(63)
Cassie [11:26 PM]
There. My pants are gone
Erin [11:26 PM]
Shirt too, Cassie, I want to see you
Cassie [11:26 PM]
Fuck
She pulled her shirt over her head.
Cassie [11:27 PM]
Okay. Shirt’s gone too
She hoped Erin knew she meant it. She hoped Erin knew she had Cassie naked and touching herself. She hoped Erin was doing the same thing.
Cassie [11:27 PM]
Are you wet for me?
Erin [11:28 PM]
Touch me and find out
Cassie [11:28 PM]
I mean now Erin. Are you wet for me right now?
Erin [11:29 PM]
Yes Cassie. Fuck
Cassie’s head spun. Her fingers swam around her clit, her flesh hot and slick. The thought of Erin doing the same—she didn’t want to bother with the on call room; thinking about Erin touching herself was enough.
Cassie [11:31 PM]
I wish I could feel for myself Erin
Cassie [11:31 PM]
I want to touch you
Cassie [11:32 PM]
I want to taste you
Cassie [11:33 PM]
Could I go down on you there? Or would you need my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet?
Erin [11:34 PM]
I want your fingers inside me
Jesus fuck. Cassie slid two fingers into herself, wished they were Erin’s. She rolled her hips.
Erin [11:37 PM]
Cassie please
Cassie [11:37 PM]
Yes Erin God. I want to touch you. I want to fuck you
Erin [11:38 PM]
I’m close
Shit. Cassie pulled her fingers out so she could focus. She brushed them against her clit as she texted.
Cassie [11:38 PM]
I want to hear you come
Erin [11:38 PM]
I told you we had to be quiet
Cassie [11:39 PM]
I’m serious Erin. Call me. Right now.
Erin [11:39 PM]
Cassie
Fuck it.
Cassie called her.
Erin picked up with no more than her breathing, hard and fast.
“Erin,” Cassie said.
Erin let out a huff of breath, like she couldn’t even make words.
“Erin, fuck, you’re so hot.” Cassie’s fingers moved fast over her clit. “I wish I was there. God, I wish I was inside you. Your cunt feels so good.”
Erin whined.
“Erin, please,” Cassie said, wishing she had FaceTimed her instead, wishing she could watch this. “Please, baby, come for me, let me hear you.”
Erin did.
She’d never been particularly loud, when they’d fucked before, and she wasn’t now. Her breath stuttered and Cassie must’ve been on speaker, she could hear Erin’s legs thrashing in her sheets.
Erin choked out, “Oh my God,” and she was still coming, this long quiet moan.
Cassie couldn’t stop herself; she closed her eyes and said Erin’s name and she was coming, too, pleasure melting into her bones.
They caught their breath together over the phone. Cassie’s whole body felt soft.
“Goddamn,” she said. “You’re the best Valentine I’ve ever had.”
Erin laughed at her. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“I wish I could have been there for real,” Cassie said, stretching. “When we do this again, we’re doing it with video—I want to see your face. Show you how wet you make me.”
“Christ, Cassie,” Erin chuckled. “Are you trying to get me worked up again?”
“See, that’s another reason,” Cassie said. “If we were together, I could easily make you come more than once. We didn’t have enough time for that much over break. I’d like to see how many orgasms I could give you in twenty-four hours.”
“Cassie.”
Cassie grinned into her pillow. “Fine,” she dragged out the word. “I’ll let you go to sleep.”
“Good night, babe,” Erin said. “Thanks again for the flowers.”
Cassie mm-hmmed and ended the call. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Sixteen
ERIN
Erin didn’t wake up until sunlight slipped through the slats of her blinds and fell across her face. She yawned, stretching her whole body, toes reaching for the foot of the bed. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so late. A pleasant ache settled between her legs. She yanked the top sheet up over her head to hide her blush from the empty room.
She felt … good.
So good. That was the best Valentine’s Day she’d had in years. Flowers and an orgasm, from someone who gave them to her because they wanted to, not because they had to. That part felt better than it should. Cassie had wanted to make her smile.
They hadn’t texted since Erin’s birthday, and not since the day Cassie had left New Hampshire before then. But Cassie had been thinking about her. It felt so good to be wanted.
The feeling waned throughout the day. Or, more accurately, it got overshadowed by another feeling.
Because Parker didn’t call.
It shouldn’t be a big deal—it wasn’t a big deal, really, except for how she’d called every Sunday since they’d dropped her off at school.
It was fine.
There was no reason Parker would know she and Cassie had sexted on Friday. It was fine that her number was in Cassie’s phone; Erin gave it to her over winter break. Cassie was smart enough to delete the messages. It was fine.