It all started 3 months ago and his name was James and he was in her Advanced Economics class. Like Devon, he was a 3rd year student at State and she had seen him around all 3 years. He was tall and okay looking but very quiet. Then one day months ago he began chatting with her over their laptops in class. First just class notes and things non-personal and then, she didn’t even remember why, they started talking about sex. Never had they talked about going out or anything else.
Devon was very sexually active. She had always had an exuberance of sexual energy and she tended to wear out boyfriends quickly. She also found herself less than satisfied with straight sex and had an urge to try anything and everything. However most men, no these were boys, would get kind of scared when she would try something out of the ordinary on them. That’s where her chats with James got interesting.

James and Devon tended to talk about more off-normal things about sex. Devon had always wanted to be in charge during sex, with someone who would not stop her from doing most anything for day long sessions. James seemed to want the same type of thing and had not ever found the willing girl. We talked back and forth for weeks, everyday getting increasingly daring about what we said. It didn’t take long and we weren’t talking about just sex anymore, we were talking about sex with each other. Then the chats carried over and Devon found herself sitting at her desk in her room chatting with James at 2am having their first true cyber session. It was getting deep, for the first time in her life she was getting wet from just words.

She couldn’t take it anymore; he was saying just the right things. She stood up quickly and pulled her shorts off. She typed a response to what he had just written and then took a lick on the tips of her fingers. She reached down and slid right between her lips which were waiting for her wet and slick. Shudders went up her body as she touched her button. She looked at the screen and James continued to type, he was getting to her now; he was talking about bending her over, walking up behind her and pushing himself in her. She rubbed furiously now just needing relief. She knew she was panting, trying to type with one hand as she was rubbing. She finally gave up but he did not, he kept on about pounding her and then…he said he would give her a swat…the idea so turned her on that she began to cum. It was one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had. Her legs shook and she was sliding off the chair. She typed what was happening, with many typos due to her shakiness. He kept taunting her, with cyber thrusts, and she was just about to stop rubbing when another one snuck up on her and she cried out to her empty room and it was short but powerful and she started to come down. It had been minutes since she had typed and she told him what had happened. His response was heartfelt and then for the first time he said something about really feeling it.

Devon looked down at her wet self and looked back at the screen and grinned to herself. Was there any reason in the world not to share this ???

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