Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I lean against the railing, closing my eyes, listening to his raspy, deep voice, relishing in the way my heart speeds up because of it.
“Long night?” I cringe at the thought, wondering if he’s hanging out with other girls while there. It’s a stupid thought, but nevertheless one that I have.
“Luci,” his smooth voice laughs. “I’m in Arizona. It’s 3:30 in the morning!”
“Oh my god!” My hand rushes to my mouth. I feel horrible. “I’m so sorry!” I apologize. “I totally forgot about the time difference!”
“It’s okay,” he laughs again, and the way his voice bellows has me going to naughty places.
“No, oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I cringe. “I’m so stupid! I’ll let you go.”
“No, no,” he laughs again. “I’m up now. If I didn’t want to talk I wouldn’t of answered, or called you,” he pauses. “So you’re at school now?”
“Yes.”
“Miss me?” He voice croaks.
“I think you know the answer to that,” I whisper, hearing his breath crackle over the phone.
Voices laugh in the distance, as the downstairs begins to fill with people. “Ugh, I should go,” I tell him. “I didn’t realize the time, and students are arriving.”
“Yeah, okay,” he sighs.
“Enjoy your day, and sorry again for waking you!”
“Wait!” He jumps, and I don’t hang up. “There’s a key in the top draw of the desk in my classroom if you want to eat in my office. Keep the lights off and text me when you get there.”
“Okay?” I question.
“Don’t forget,” he responds before hanging up.
The morning passes quickly, and Brittney is being decent for a change.
Between periods, I run and grab the key from Josh’s classroom desk, and when lunch arrives, I immediately head there. The room smells like him, and I inhale deeply.
I lock the door, keeping the lights off like he said. Quietness sets in, and I take out my lunch just as my phone dings.
Are you there?
I sit up in the chair, fumbling for my phone while throwing a piece of apple in my mouth as I type back.
I’m here.
Good, the screen lights up with his response. Are we ever going to talk about what happened the other day in your bedroom?
Now? I laugh as I type, eagerly watching my phone for his reply.
Now is as good of a time as any. Plus, I feel if we do this over text there’s less of a chance of you hitting me! ... I’m joking of course.
I roll my eyes. Okay, well... I liked it.
It takes a second for the phone to light up. Why no kissing?
I knew this was coming, so I have my answer ready. Kissing you is a very intimate experience.
I know what you mean...
I’m about to reply, when more texts come in, one right after the other.
I can’t stop dreaming about kissing you though.
It’s hard to see you and not.
I constantly have to remind myself to hold back.
When his texts stop coming in I type my response. I’m sticking to our joking banter, because it’s far too easy to get serious with him.
It’s hard when you see me?? lol
That too!
I laugh, sending my reply. !!!! My hands are still going, clicking away at the keys. This is not the right medium talk about this.
It’s easier, I’m sorry, I watch as the screen moves. I see you and I want to just tell you things you probably still don’t want to hear from me.
So is this what you wanted? Me alone in your office so we can talk about what happened?
No, but I like the turn of events.
I laugh out loud.
Can I at least call you? I offer, wanting to actually talk.
I’m in a meeting now. That’s why I asked to text, since I knew you’d be at lunch.
I take another bite of my apple, typing.
Josh!!
Yes?
You’re so bad! I laugh, and a punishment is already forming in my head.
I don’t wait for him to reply before I start typing again. So on a scale of 1-10 how dirty can I be right now, since you’re in a room with other people, and how good of a reply can I expect to get?
It takes a bit for him to get back to me, but his answer has me chucking. 7, and I can reply fairly well.
So how far up my pussy would you like me to stick my finger right now? I tease, hitting the send button, already typing a second text. Or should I keep it on my clit?
I’m not doing anything, but I feel as wetness soaks my underwear, just from the idea.
Fuck. He replies. You’re making my cock hard in a very compromising setting right now.
Sorry, but I’m just so wet I can’t help it! I adjust myself in his chair, staring at the locked door. Maybe if I just rubbed a little… Can you touch yourself now? I have to ask him, because picturing him doing so has me so hot.