This is not a story where anything absolutely crazy takes place. It is more of a life-anecdote that I still find somehow amusing (and sexy) to think about.
I was a twenty-six year old living in New York. I had a girl I was dating (24) who lived in the East Village, plus a girl on the side (25) for the first half of our relationship. I did break things off with the latter girl once the relationship with my girl I was dating got a little more serious. Then she abruptly broke things off with me (wa-wa-waaaa). But that’s a different, more rom-com-ish story than this one.This is a memory of a particular 18 or so hours during the time when I was seeing them both.
I was at Jenny (girlfriend’s) apartment that day. We’re having sex. Her roommate, who had complained about the noise we made, was out, so it was back to loud sex. We were sideways on her bed. I was on top. I don’t know about you, but I can sometimes get a little tired of looking in my partner’s face the entire time. Jenny was closing her eyes at this point.
So, continuing to fuck her, I turned my head to my left (her right). There was her iPhone, the newest iPhone at the time that her rich parents had bought her, laying on the mattress, a white cord extended from the phone to the wall. And with each thrust I did, the phone vibrated. It also coincided with each sound Jenny made. So basically it looked like an urgent phone call coming in, like so:
“Uh!” (Phone moves).”Uh!” (Phone moves).”Uh!” (Phone moves).The phone was inching towards the edge of her mattress. If we weren’t careful, Jenny was going to moan her phone off her mattress.
Still thrusting, it made me laugh. Well, stifle a laugh with the hand that wasn’t holding her shoulder. I also decided to save her device. I moved it to a safer place on the bed. Still thrusting. The very sexy phone call stopped. I don’t think Jenny noticed any of this.
Later that day…
I spent the night with Claire (the side girl). She also had an iPhone (maybe not the latest version). We were having sex on her bed. Also sideways. And the EXACT SAME thing happened:
“Ah!” (Phone jerks across mattress).”Ah!” (Phone jerks across mattress).”Ah!” (Phone jerks across mattress).
The three differences being that 1) It wasn’t plugged in, 2). It was closer to her pillow and 3). Claire was more of a natural soprano, whereas Jenny was an alto. Also, I remember Claire’s eyes being open. But she didn’t seem to mind me not looking at her for ten or fifteen seconds.
This time, it was even funnier. I laughed out loud. Claire did ask what was so funny. I apologized, looked at her, said,
“Just…your phone almost fell.”
…And continued the sex. Somehow, I don’t think her phone fell off the bed.
I won’t ever forget those would-be ringtones. Or the phones inching across the mattresses with each thrust of my cock.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xzx4jy/two_girls_24_25_basically_one_phone_mff