My phone buzzes and when I stare at the screen, I smile wide at the message from the unknown number. He didn't have to say who he was for me to know.
Unknown: Thanks for another one-night stand, I look forward to the third one.
My heart flutters and my soft laughter is giddy.
Me: I don't think you are familiar with the definition of one-night stand, sir.
Unknown: I'll have to get you to call me that next time you're begging for me to be inside you.
My cock grows hard, ignoring the fact I already came once today. My body is craving another taste of euphoria.
Me: If I say it now, will you magically show up at my door?
Unknown: If only, I can barely make it to my door right now. You still owe me an orgasm though. How about you help me out with a visual? Tell me what you're wearing.
Me: How about I do you one better and show you?
I pull the string when the bus gets close enough to my stop. When the doors open, I rush out into the cold air, picking up my steps across the way to my apartment complex. I hurry through the front door and to my closet, yanking off my clothes until I'm in nothing but my pink lace panties. I grab some stockings and garters from one of my drawers, slipping them on and attaching them to my underwear. I angle the camera just right, snap a front view picture of myself, and hit send. Laughing, I run to my bed and position myself in front of my closet mirror, sticking my ass out and pulling the back of my panties out of the way to expose my pucker. I send him the second picture as he's typing. I never give pictures of myself to guys, but something about doing it for Jamie has my body vibrating from the thrill and excitement. My ex always asked for them and even after three months of dating I refused, but Jamie didn't even have to ask. Maybe that's what makes it more appealing. He only asks for the bare minimum and I want to give him everything.
Unknown: Mmmm...now that is quite the visual. Get yourself off for me and send me an after shot of your cum covering your belly. Show me how much you love getting off for me.
My phone buzzes again. When I click on the message, my hole twitches and I can't help but lick my lips at the perfect image of Jamie's long, thick cock dripping with pre cum. I set my phone on my pillow, angling it in such a way that my dick can be seen in the video, and hit record. He asked for a picture of me after I come, but I want to give him the whole damn show.
I wrap my hand around my straining length, giving it a few long strokes as I spit on my fingers and slip them inside my hole. I rock back and forth, fucking myself on the three digits shoved up my ass. I always enjoy the burn that comes right before the pleasure. I increase the movements of both of my hands, arching my back, rocking back and forth on my knees. My body shakes and long moans escape my lips as warm cum covers my hand.
Smiling wide, I remove my fingers and lick my seed off my other hand. I gather the rest of it off my cock and shove my digits back in my mouth, moaning as I suck them clean. “I hope you enjoyed the show, sir.”
I end the recording and hit send. After I get cleaned up in the bathroom, I yank off every piece of clothing, getting completely naked before climbing in bed. My smile stretches from ear to ear, and I stare up at the ceiling, happy and blissful from coming two times in a row. My phone buzzes and my smile grows wider when I read the message.
Unknown: Fuck. You are going to kill me, you know that?
A picture follows with his stomach covered in his release and his cock growing soft against his defined abs.
Me: I guess we can die together then.
Unknown: Sweet dreams,mi pequeña bailarina.
I don't know what makes me smile more, his name for me or the fact he called me his. I set my phone on the dresser, closing my eyes, knowing that any dream I have after talking to him can only ever be a good one.
13
Jamie
The last fewdays went by in a blur and I spent every single one of them thinking about Taylor. Neither of us messaged the other after Saturday night and my fingers itched to tell him good morning the next day. We should probably talk about what's happening between us, but I'm not even sure what this is or what it can even be.
I woke up to an email this morning from Rhys about selling the house, which temporarily detoured my brain for a bit. I thought about taking over the mortgage and reimbursing him for his part of the down payment. Maybe it's best I start fresh, far away from all the memories, but I'm still having issues pulling all the pictures off the wall.
The cold air hits my face as I exit my car and walk toward the science building. I want to go back home and crawl in my warm bed, but I have two classes to teach today and I'm not even sure how I'll make it through the first one with Taylor watching me.
There are already three students in class when I enter the room, but none of them are the person my eyes beg to see. I pull out my materials for the day and set up the slides I prepared with notes that will be on the first exam. More students pour into the room, but still no Taylor.
When the clock hand lands on the eight, I move to close the door, searching the halls before I do. That's when I see him running down the hall, completely out of breath.
“I'm here, I'm here. Sorry, had a late shift last night that didn't end until two in the morning and I slept through my alarm.” I have a rule that once the door is closed, there is no coming inside. I don't tolerate lateness very well, but since I haven't closed the door yet, I let him inside.
“Lucky for you, I'm running behind today and not moving as fast as usual. Come on in.”
He doesn't meet my eyes and hurries to his seat. I feel like I'm the one being given the cold shoulder now.
