Page 72 of Shattered Silence Duet

Me: Second of all, those was the hottest fucking texts I’ve ever seen in my life.

Me: You are perfect. You might not speak, but your mind is sexy and dirty and I love it.

Me: Give me a sec.

I clean myself off before texting her again.

Me: Are you still touching yourself?

Mina: Yes. You said I couldn’t stop until you told me to.

Me: Good girl.

Mina: Max.

Me: Sweetheart.

Mina: Make it stop, I can’t stand the pressure anymore.

Me: Ok, do what I say.

Me: I want you to flick your clit with one hand while taking your pointer finger on your other hand and pushing it inside yourself .

Mina: I don’t think I can do that.

Me: You can. I’m right here with you. Try for me.

Mina: Ok.

Me: Tell me what you feel.

Mina: I’m scared.

Me: You can do it, it will feel good.

Mina: Max. I can’t, I’m scared.

Mina: Double tap

Fuck, I pushed her too hard.

Me: It’s ok sweetheart. You can stop touching yourself now.

Me: You did so well.

When she doesn’t text back, I start to worry.

Me: Sweetheart, can I call you? I know you can’t talk, but maybe you would want to hear my voice.

My phone vibrates and I’m shocked to see her calling me. Quickly, I answer, pressing the phone to my ear.

“Sweetheart?” I can hear her heavy breathing. “Give the phone a little tap with your nail once for yes and twice for no, ok?”

Tap.

“Okay, good. I heard that. Mina, honey, you need to know that I think you are amazing. Don’t worry about what happened. You were perfect.” I think I heard her sniffle. Fuck, was she crying?

“It can feel really weird at first for anyone. Also, it’s super hot to think that I can help you learn to do that in person one day. I’d help guide your hand and show you how to move it, maybe taking over for you when I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.” I listen to her breaths, trying to gauge if I’m helping or making it worse.