Leave them be

They need their privacy, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m part of the issue…

Besides, I was starving. I quickly cooked up some pasta and mixed some sauce into it. I didn’t really feel like cooking a full meal tonight. I took it upstairs so I could work while I ate.

“You like getting your hair pulled don’t you, you little slut!”

“Ye-ye-yes master! Oh, thank you master”

Must be having make up sex. Sounds a lot more hardcore than normal though.

I sat down at my desk and opened my laptop, wolfing down a mouthful while the loading bar crept up.

“Oh fuck Zach! Oh, I mean master!”

“That’s right you bitch! You’re getting another slap for that!”

The sound of hard human contact wasn’t blocked at all by the thin wall between our rooms. Part of me wanted to throw up from their vocality, although I would be lying if it wasn’t turning me on a little.

I managed to put my earphones in before I heard too much more, and started on an assignment I had been given today. I sighed as I opened the PDF up and read the first question. Luckily, my phone lit up.

From: John

Hey! What you up to?

I smiled. It had been an hour at most but I already missed him.

Ella: Good thanks! Trying to get some work done and failing. You?

John: Haha, much the same. Can’t stop thinking about you!

His response was almost instantaneous

Ella: Aww, same!

Our conversation continued into the small hours of the morning until we decided to call it a night. Luckily, Megan and Zach didn’t last too much longer, but I didn’t get any work done.

The week dragged on. Despite it being the first week of lectures, the work was full on. I just couldn’t wait until training when I would get to see John again.

Any woken time, whether it be during lectures or while eating, I spent texting John. I was addicted to the feeling I got in my stomach when speaking to him. We would talk about anything, uni, past life, exchange a joke or a meme. He was like heroine to me, I just hoped I was as fun to talk with.

I finally heard the alarm on my phone to leave for training. I had to stop myself from running the whole way to the sports hall. Luckily, he was already there when I arrived. I ran up to him to say hello.

Do I hug him? Kiss him? Just say hi?

He answered my question when he put his arm around me.

Training went quickly. I tried to pay attention but I found myself watching John far too much. He obviously wanted to be there for more than just me, which was fine I guess. I just couldn’t help getting distracted by the way his brown hair moved as he walked, his perfect butt as he lunged. I could see our perfect wedding, perfect kids, perfect lives together.

Wow. Am I crazy? I have never wanted kids before, but now it seems inevitable. He would want to get married, and have kids. We’d buy a car, and a house, and pay our taxes and…

John shook me out of my dream turned nightmare.

“Are you ok? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost!”

“I’m fine. Just, need some water. That’s all.” I stammered out.

He sat me down on a bench and grabbed my water bottle for me.

“Are you sure? You’re trembling.” He asked as I raised the bottle to my lips.

Something had really shaken me up about my day dream. It just felt too real. I knew it was all ridiculous. We were just a couple of kids finding out about love for the first time. I was worried about something years from happening. Who knew if we would still be together by the end of uni.

“I’m fine, thanks. Really fine actually.” I smiled back at him.

“You don’t need to tell me twice” he laughed, moving a lock of hair from my eyes back behind my ear.

The rest of the evening went by uneventfully. I was hot and sweaty by the end of it, and not just from the workout. John walked me home again, but I didn’t want to get too close.

I really need to start bringing deodorant to training, I just hope he can’t smell me.

We got back to mine, luckily Megan wasn’t waiting in the window this time. Our kiss in the door way felt much more natural than the first, but I was still conscious about getting too close to smell. I shut the door as he turned to leave.

Should I have invited him in? I really need a shower. I guess he could have joined in though?

I grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. Finally stripping out of my sweaty gym clothes was liberating, but feeling the warm water wash over my naked body was the best feeling I’d felt in a while.

Since I’d been round John’s.

I gave out a slight moan as I lathered soap over my breasts.

God, I wish he was here right now. He could run his hands through my hair and massage my tits and…

I moaned again as my hand subconsciously found its way to my vagina. I couldn’t stop it as it pinched my clit, and then moved down further. Something wasn’t right though. I just couldn’t get to the excitement I felt when John did it.

I sighed as I finished rinsing the shampoo out of my hair. I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around me. Peeking outside, the coast was clear from housemates, I was able to make the short run to my room. My phone buzzed on my desk as I closed the door behind me.

From: John

Missing you already xx

A smile crept across my face as an idea came to mind. I raised the phone above my head and angled it down. I put on a little pout as I took a picture. I was about to hit the send button when I stopped to think.

John wouldn’t share this with anyone, would he? Does this count as a sext? I’m not showing anything, but I am just in a towel. What would he think when he gets the picture?

Eventually my desires and curiosity won out and I sent the message. But it needed a caption.

Ella: Is this good enough?

John: Wow

John: Hell yeah!

John: What I would do to you if you were here…

Ella: Tell me ;)

I smiled as I sent my message. He seemed as horny as I was.

John: I’d pull you in for a kiss, my arms wrapped around your body. Then I would take off your towel and push you up against a wall.

I finished off drying myself and took my towel off. After reading his message, I grabbed my vibrator from its hiding place and jumped into bed.

Ella: I would take your t-shirt, trousers and boxers off, and rub my hands against your chest.

John: And I would take hold of your beautiful tits and massage them, lightly pinching your nipples.

I laid back and closed my eyes, mimicking his description with my own hands.

John: Then I would keep kissing you as I pick you up and move you to the bed. I’d spread your legs out and play with your clit.

My hand moved down, following his instructions precisely.

Ella: I’d stop you after a while, and grab your dick. I’d pull it towards my pussy.

John: I’d push you back and kiss you again whilst slowly pushing the tip against your lips.

Ella: Don’t stop! Just do it!

I almost screamed that last message out loud as I grabbed the bullet, slowly teasing my entrance without turning it on.

John: With one hand on your tit, I would slowly push in as far as I could go. And then I would pull back ouy slowly.

I raised my phone up and took a picture of my face, my hair spread out over the pillow, and my tits just in the bottom of the shot. My face showed my pleasure as I slowly pushed my dildo into me.

John: Almost forgot how perfect you are :)

Ella: Just don’t stop! I’m so close.

John: I’d slowly pick up the pace as I feel you getting into it.

I pushed my vibrator in until it hit my hymen. I pulled it back out and pushed it in as hard as I could. It bounced back, sending pain through my sex. I tried again but to no avail. I couldn’t deal with this, not now when it all felt so real.

John: I’d start slowing down as I feel you getting close, I’d hold your legs apart right as you cum, and I would keep going through your orgasm.

I threw my vibrator away and thrusted two fingers in as far as I could. My left hand squeezed at my boob as my right thrashed around my cunt. I let out another moan as I finally released, my juices squirting all over my hand. I laid there for a few seconds before picking up my phone again.

Ella: Once I recovered from my orgasm, I’d push you onto your back and straddle you. I’d slowly lower myself onto your dick and inch down. Then I would pull myself up, until it almost comes out again, and lean in and kiss you while I push back down again.

John: I would put my hands on your waist and rock you up and down in pure bliss.

Ella: I would keep riding your perfect penis, screaming your name out. I would keep going until I felt you tense up and then I would slow down, stop and let you calm down.

John: Are you edging me?

I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I wanted to touch myself again while he was still in the mood.

I took another picture of me, with my finger deep inside my slit.

He responded with a picture of himself, his fist clamped around his engorged cock.

Ella: As I feel you relax a bit, I would start to move again, nibbling at your ear while moaning your name.

John: I would start to thrust into you as well, asking If you like my cock deep inside your pussy.

I threw my head back imagining him deep inside me. I was about to come again.

Ella: I would speed up again as I felt us both getting closer to our orgasms. I’d press my lips against yours as I feel your cock pulse, spurting your cum deep inside me as I cum on you. I’d keep moving, until I could no longer feel your dick twitching in me. Only then would I let go of you.

I felt myself come again, this time much more powerful than before. I had managed to get 3 fingers inside of me, and my hand was now covered in my juices. I took another picture showing my cum dripping off my hand onto my swollen pussy. He sent one in return, showing his jizz on his stomach, his cock going soft in the background.

John: Fuck, that was amazing!

Ella: We should definitely do this again!

Of course, I would rather just do it for real.

Well, we’re meant to be meeting up for a date on Saturday. I could only hope...