Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Might as well finish it off.
When I opened up the carton, there was a sticky note attached to the underside of the top.
There’s not much left. I’m sorry. Got a late night craving. I’ll replace it. I love you.
She never had a chance to replace it, because she hadn’t been here since. Now my chest hurt. I didn’t want to touch the damn ice cream anymore. All I wanted to do now was go to sleep and shut off my thoughts for a while.
I headed upstairs to my bedroom and opened the French doors that led out to the balcony. Letting the cool evening breeze into my room, I lay back and listened to the sounds of the waves while I inhaled the salty air. This was the best part of living where I did. The ocean had a calming effect on me like nothing else did.
And I knew just what I was going to do to seal the deal on falling asleep. There was only one way I was going to be able to relax enough to do that.
I had three photos in a hidden album in my phone that always did the trick when I wanted to come fast. The images were of Gia during the last week we were together before the Elliott news surfaced. Totally naked and spread eagle, she was taunting me in the pic, inviting me to claim her. It was the perfect shot, because you could see everything, including her gorgeous tits. That night, I had asked if I could snap some naked shots of her and she’d said yes. At the time, I had no idea that those photos would become a replacement for the real thing. Looking at them now was a form of self-torture, one I couldn’t seem to resist from time to time.
Just as I’d unzipped my pants and taken my rock hard dick out, the photo of Gia’s pussy began to vibrate in my hand.
Gia calling.
I laughed at the irony. Fitting.
Sorry, Gia. I can’t talk right now. Your pussy is calling to me instead.
Sexually frustrated, I picked up. “Hey.”
“Hi…I just wanted to check in on you and find out how Edward is doing.”
“No difference since they took him out of the coma. He’s stable. Thank you for checking.” I opted not to tell her about my near-death experience, mainly because I didn’t want to stress her out even more in her condition.
“What are you up to tonight?” she asked.
Uh.
I couldn’t help but laugh. My eyes were watering.
“What’s so funny?”
“Your pussy just vibrated.”
She gasped. “Wait…how did you know that?”
Huh?
Her bizarre question made me laugh again. I knew what I was referring to. But what the hell was she referring to?
“Hold up…your pussy is actually vibrating?” I asked.
“Yes. But how did you know?”
I started to crack up even harder. “What in God’s name are you talking about, Gia?”
“What are you talking about?” she asked, sounding confused. “I thought we were talking about the same thing. I just don’t know how you would even know about that.”
“You need to go first. Explain to me what you’re talking about.”
She sighed. “Well, I’ve been getting this strange sensation down there. It feels like vibrations—like the faint feeling of a cell phone going off inside my vagina. But very faint. I actually called my doctor about it. He thinks it’s hormonal or maybe some type of muscle fasciculation from stress. Like the same kind of thing that happens when you’re nervous or have too much caffeine.”
“Muscle what?”
“Fasciculation. Like a muscle twitch.”
“Ah, yeah…I get those in my dick,” I snickered.
“Shut up.” She was laughing now, too. “But the question is…how on Earth did you know?”
This conversation was seriously up there with one of the strangest I’d ever had.
Wiping my eyes, I said, “I didn’t, Gia. I didn’t know about your vibrating pussy.” I snorted.
“But you brought it up!”
“I was referring to my own vibrating pussy—or rather your pussy vibrating in my hand.”
“What? I’m so confused.”
“Okay…you interrupted something when you called.”
“Something?”
“Yeah, I was just about to jack off.”
“Oh…gotcha.”
“To pictures of you, if you must know. I was using a photo of your naked pussy to get off. Remember the pictures I took of you a while back?”
“Yeah, uh-huh.”
“When you called, the phone started vibrating. Thus…vibrating pussy.”
She laughed. “Wow. Okay. Now it all makes total sense…but that’s really coincidental. You know I can help you out, I’m just a phone call away, and maybe you could even help me with my own vibrating pussy.”
“Gia…”
It took everything in me not to jump in my car and take all of my frustrations out on her. But I wasn’t thinking straight tonight. It was safer for me to just stay here in my bed where I couldn’t crash into cars or violate a vibrating pussy.
Riley stood near the door of my bedroom. “I can’t believe you’re leaving this week, too.” She crossed her arms. “I was sure everything was going to work out with you guys. I still have faith, though.”