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)
No! There are people literally right next to me. The screen lights up again, I’m so far slouched under the table just to hide the hard on you’re giving me.
Mr. Harrington, you haven’t answered my previous question. I type, my right hand reaching into my pants.
Clit. He answers. That’s where the magic happens. Rub it and don’t stop.
I comply, spreading my legs, pushing aside my underwear, when the phone lights up. Are you so wet? Tell me.
It’s hard typing with only my left hand, but I manage. Yes, but it’s easy to be wet when I’m thinking of you.
You’re such a fucking tease. Keep rubbing! I look at the screen before closing my eyes, only opening them again when I hear his next text come in. What exactly are you thinking of?
I can feel the big wet spot I’m leaving on my underwear, and I remove my hand so I can text him back faster. How big I make you. Your head just gets so large. It’s so hot!
I move my right hand back into my underwear.
I think about your tight, wet pussy constantly. Now, put the phone where you can see it, and use both your hands. Play with your hole, but don’t stop rubbing that swollen clit either.
Shit. I do as he says; both of my hands are in my pants now as I read his words, the screen scrolling with each new text.
I love how your cunt wraps around my rock hard cock.
I live for it and can’t wait for the day it happens again.
You’re perfect.
You’re making my dick so fat right now. I wish I could play with it. I wish YOU could.
Do you know that I jerk off every single night thinking it’s you riding my pole?
Now see how it feels when you fit too fingers in there.
I can’t rub myself fast enough. Fuck it’s so good!
STOP. Don’t come yet!
Tell me how it feels.
I groan, on the brink of orgasm, removing my left hand, wetness smearing on my phone as I respond. It’s so good!
Now go back to what you were doing!
I laugh, because little does he know I never fully stopped.
You must be dripping onto your panties right now!
If I were there I’d be sucking on your clit while I finger fuck your tight pussy.
Then maybe I’d add another finger, and then maybe a third.
Stretch you and make it nice and ready for my cock.
I use one hand again as I type. You always have so much come for me!
That’s because your tight pussy milks it out of me.
OMG I’m about to come. I wish you could feel it right now!
Just let it go. Make yourself come! Feel your pussy sucking on your finger.
That does it for me. My widespread legs are shaking, and just like he says, I feel my pussy pull at my finger. I rub my clit until the convulsing subsides.
I’m so ready to pound you.
His texts continue, unaware that I came.
I may have to go to the bathroom and rub this out.
Wow!!! I type.
Fuck!!! You came?
I smile, texting my response. I have to go to the bathroom and clean up before the bell rings.
My phone dings one last time. I wasn’t kidding about going to the bathroom too! Thanks for making my meeting so much more entertaining! I’ll call you tonight!
Just as I’m coming out of the bathroom, I run into Deb.
“Have you seen my brother?” She asks. “I just ran by his office, and he’s not there.”
“He’s in Arizona for a conference,” I try not to blush; thinking of what I just did with her brother.
“Ugh!” She groans loudly.
“Is everything okay?” I hesitate.
“Just trouble with our parents,” she sighs. “Over the wedding, and you,” she laughs.
“Me?” I ask, confused.
“He sort of told our Mom about his feelings for you.”
“Oh,” I’m surprised.
“Come,” she grabs my arm and pulls me towards her classroom. “He’s not here, but you’ll do. There’s still a few minutes until the bell.”
We get to her classroom, and I sit at a desk.
“Has he ever told you how… difficult our parents are?” She asks, sitting on top of the desk next to me.
“Yeah,” I nod.
“My wedding is this summer, but it’s their wedding. Not mine,” she sighs.
“Like Josh’s was?”
“No,” she shakes her head. “I love Matt. It’s their wedding in the sense that they want to plan and control everything. Just now I got a call from their lawyer about a prenup Matt has to sign.”
I make a face.
“Don’t look so upset,” she laughs. “His parents have one for me to sign too. We each have our own. That’s just how it goes with families like ours.” She looks back at me, and I nod intently, listening.
“We both agreed neither of us is going to sign anything,” she explains. “I love him, and he loves me. We’re not going to start our marriage thinking about divorce.”