Phone call teasing

“You sure you can’t come over?” Erik asks, lying down on the floor in his dorm room, exam study material lying abandoned on the desk a few feet away, the hite carpet underneath the small table in front of the couch soft against his skin.

Vi’s phone rings. “I wish… But I should really focus up. I always get nervous with exams, you know that.”

Erik sighs empathetically. “Yeah, I know, love. Your dad.”

A groan comes through the receiver. “Yeah… No matter what I do, the anxiety always flares up around this time. I’m sorry.”

Erik chuckles softly, his heart wrenching for her. “No no. Don’t apologise. You do what you need to do. I love you.”

“Hehe. Thank you! I love you too!”

The shrill sound of a voice other than Vi’s cuts through, from somewhat of a distance. “Don’t you worry bitch! I’ll come hang out with you!”

Erik pouts. “Was that Ari?”

She chuckles. “It sure was.”

“Is she serious?” He asks.

“Honestly. I think she might be, she’s packing her sketching shit.”

“IS HE ASKING IF I'M SERIOUS? YES I AM! I’LL BE THERE SOON!”

“Hmm.” Erik says.

“Have fun babe.” Ari laughs. “This is either a sketching date or a booty call.”

“I’m still conked out from the other day…”

Vi giggles. “Please. I know you. You could’ve gone again later that same night.”

“I appreciate the confidence you have in my loins.”

Vi giggles as she bids him farewell, hanging up the phone.

KNOCK KNOCK

“LET ME IN!”

Erik sighs. “I guess she was serious.” He heads over and opens the door for her, Vi’s best friend barges in, not even saying hello to Erik as she strides through to his drawing desk.

“You’re not using this anymore, right?” She asks, closing his sketchbook, and—surprisingly and funnily out of character for her, she places his book and materials carefully and gently down on the table.

“Go for it.” He says with a small amused exhale.

She gets comfortable, sitting with her legs crossed in the chair, and she opens her own sketchbook, starting to sketch quietly.

Erik eyes her suspiciously, having made his way to the couch, taking this chance to relax, but he can’t help but suspect her.

Ari sighs and snaps her head around. “What?” She asks, her eyes screaming her irritation.

“Why are you here?”

“Fuck? Can’t I hang out with my friend?”

Erik’s suspicion continues. “Didn’t want to draw in your dorm?”

“You have a better desk!” She squints. “I don’t have a desk at all! Besides, your girl is boring when she’s in this mood.”

Erik remains sceptical, his mind racing through the possibilities. His eyes shoot up. “Where’s Sai?”

Ari chews on her cheek, her face slowly morphing into a cheeky teasing grin.

“I fucking knew this wasn’t innocent!” Erik says, throwing his hands up.

“Why are you being weird!” She says back, indignant. “You’re acting like I haven’t hung out with you one-on-one before!”

Erik shakes his head. “Nah! That’s always been different, the set-up has been different. This felt sus.”

She rolls her eyes. “Are you complaining or something?”

“No. Just happy I was right. Sometimes that’s the most important thing in life.”

“Being right?” She asks, laughing.

“Yep. Absolutely. Now, why are you here?”

She grins. “It’s time for another episode of: Fake-cucking-my-boyfriend-because-he’s-a-NTR-obsessed-freako.”

“That’s a terrible name.” Erik replies, getting a deserved pen missile launched at his centre mass.

“You really think he’ll call?”

“Yep. He already is suspicious. Which is perfect. What we want.”

Erik silently rolls his eyes at the ‘we’.

“I’m going to his place afterwards, and when I heard Vi calling you, I thought it was the perfect moment to expand the plan.”

“The original plan being?..” He asks.

“Was sitting in my car, turning my location off, pretending I went to your place, tussled my hair a little and then showed up.”

“And the plan now?…”

“You forget already? I leave my location on, he sees me here, you fuck this out of me, I show up at his place with a more realistic ‘freshly fucked’ look.”

“Did you consider that maybe I wouldn’t want to fuck?”

“Bitch, please, you’re half cock at this point..” She checks her phone. “Alright, he’ll be finishing his session at the gym soon. Get that dick up boy.”

…

“Uh - Holy - Fuck- Uh-Erik!” She growls, looking over her shoulder and grinning at him. “How are you so fucking-uh- thick!?”

“Genetics.” He grins, slapping her ass, leaving a nice red handprint.

Her eyes roll upwards at the slap, her mouth opening as she lets out a pleasured growl, her hands going into her hair as she rides him reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing as she falls onto his lap, their clothes discarded on the ground.

“I-uh-heard you fucked Heidi, on this bed-the other day-!” She moans, dropping her arms and pinching her nipples, adjusting her footing and doing a faster more focused bouncing motion on top of him.

“Yeah?” Erik responds, grabbing at her ass, kneading greedily.

She bounces her hips, her eyes landing on her phone, she points at it. “Take a-uh-photo, I’ll let him -accide-uh-uh-uh-fuck!” She stills, her eyes rolling into her head as she orgasms on top of him. After a moment of her tongue falling out of her mouth, small groans as she recovers; “uhhh-uuhh-ahhh.”

She gets her bearings again and starts to move her hips again. “I’ll let him accidentally find it, he can wonder who fucked me.”

“Why did you ask about Heidi?” Erik reminds, grabbing her phone and leaning back into the bed, trying to angle it to get her whole body in the photo.

“What? Oh-uh-Fuck- slow down… Fuck.” She moans, low and tense as her thighs start to tighten again. “I was gonna ask -uh- Whose ass- is- bigger?”

Erik chuckles, not usually one to laugh while having sex, the absurdity of the question is too much to ignore.

“Scared she’s coming for your brand?” He asks, snapping a photo.

She gestures for the phone, taking it and shaking her head, tossing it back at him she instructs him to take another.

“Bitch-uh-please!” She grunts. “Answer the -uh-question!” She moans, her pupils starting to wobble with pleasure.

“I think it’s the same. From this angle. She’s taller, and got more muscle to be fair!”

She moans loudly, a low growl coming from her voice as she stumbles forward, her hands on his thighs as she quivers on top of him again.

She climbs off him, pussy juice dripping as she lifts her hips, she moves to the floor and stretches out on her front, grinning at him. “I have a new angle for you to check then.”

Erik sets up behind her, when leg bent on the bed as he lines himself up and slides back in.

Her head smacks into the bed, she bites the blanket in ecstasy, seemingly having forgotten about the whole point of this.

“Ari! Your phone! It’s him!” Erik alerts, when he calls for the third time.

“FUck! Right!.” She grabs the phone and answers.

Her plan wasn’t to hide it that well in the first place. A strange sense of deja vu running through Erik as he watches yet another girl take a phone call while his dick is inside her.

“Hey! Uh-Sai! I-uh- I’m- At- Uh! Erik’s!”

But he was expecting something a bit more subtle.

“What! No-uhhhhh—-aaaah- Just! Really tired! Leaving now! Elevator- is- fucking- fuck- full! So annoying! And we had -uhah-lunch! I’m just so —- eeehh - fucking -filled to the brim!!”

“What did we eat? -Oh- Just- Big piece of meat! I love my —-“

Erik is sure she’s cumming for real, she holds the phone far from her face as her eyes roll into her head, pushing her face into the blanket. She grabs her phone again. “I love my meat, baby. You know that.”

Ari hangs up, giggling, she looks over her shoulder, wiggling her ass around his thickness. “Go on, I need a final picture for him to ‘find’.”