Catching up with your girlfriend

The drive home is painless, due to the fact that it is so late an hour. By the time you unlock the door to your apartment, it's past 8:00 p.m., and all you want to do is relax after the grueling day at work. You plop down on your old navy blue couch, whose comfort has taken it from the basement of your childhood home to the dorm rooms at university and now to your first apartment post college. You flip on the TV, and you zone out to the sounds of SportsCenter. Eventually, you get bored enough to conduct your least favorite habit about yourself.

Checking social media.

You know how social media sets unrealistic expectations for people, but sometimes you can't help yourself, and just want to see how other people are doing. You scroll through your Twitter feed, and note a post from Carrie. It's a picture of your key on her kitchen counter, with the caption:

"Got a key to my boyfriend's place last night. Out of town this weekend, so can't use it now, but this is a huge step #lovehim"

The post touches you, and reminds you to call Carrie and make sure she got to her parent's house safely, as well updating what you found out about Ted. You exit out of the Twitter app and select Carrie from your contacts, starting the call. A couple rings later, the familiar voice of Carrie fills your ears.

"Hey babe. How are you holding up without me?"

"I think I'll manage to survive." You reply, a tinge of sarcasm on your voice.

"Funny. So what do you need?"

"Just wanted to make sure you got to your parent's place okay."

"Yep. Sitting here by myself in this massive mansion, with not a single good dick to suck. You know where I can find one?"

You blush so hard that you think Carrie can hear it through the phone. You collect yourself, and respond, "You know exactly where a great dick is. You left it behind to visit your family."

"I know, but I'm regretting it at the moment. I miss your cock so fucking much."

"Sounds like you'll need to come over to my place Sunday night."

"Definitely. So, did you call just to tease me with the thought of your hung penis or do you want to talk about something in particular?"

"Oh right. I wanted to give you an update about what I found on Ted."

"Well that sounds promising. What'd you find out?"

"First off, Ted apparently has a huge beach house that he's going to this weekend. I don't know his exact salary, but there should be no way he could afford it..."

"Unless he's supplementing his income illegally." Carrie finishes off for you. "You got a lead on how he's doing it?"

"Just suspicions at the moment. He told everyone that an employee went on maternity leave and then quit, but according to her he fired her."

"Interesting. Is there a difference between maternity leave pay and severance pay?"

"No clue. I'm going to ask some people at work on Monday, until then, I'm as in the dark as you are."

"Well, I suppose I should update you on my end as well. Based on my most recent updates from the private investigator, I can confirm that Ted and Helen are at a beach house in Southcove. It's a ritzy location, the kind of place where people like my family have vacation homes. I agree, unless your company has a very generous compensation package, Ted is getting something on the side. Especially because the preliminary background check on both Helen and Ted show no signs of significant family wealth."

"Alright. It sounds like we have a significant lead on how to **** Ted and Helen. Anything else to share?"

"I do. Helen followed me back on Instagram. I now have access to all her private photos she's posted over the lifetime of her account. And let me tell you, there's some racy stuff in there, and not with Ted."

You grin in delight. Another avenue to split Helen and Ted apart made you ecstatic. To be honest, this talk about the intricate details of Ted and Helen's personal lives made you a little hard. You're about to bring it up to Carrie, but she beats you to it.

"Hey. I think we're about finished up now. But before you go, can you text me a picture of your cock? I think I'm going to need something to jill myself off to tonight."

"As long as you reciprocate in kind. Love you."

"Love you too." You hang up and rush to disrobe yourself. Finally stripping out of your work clothes, you stroke a couple times to get your dick to full hardness. You know that Carrie appreciates when you have a drop of precum on the tip of your penis, so you eke it out and take the picture. You look it over, and satisfied, you sent it off to Carrie. You sit back down on your couch, ass naked, and wait for the response.

A few minutes later, and your phone buzzes. You snatch it off the coffee table, and look at it. Unfortunately, it is not a picture of naked Carrie. It is, however, a picture of Carrie in a stunning set of lingerie, taken with her phone pointed at a cheval mirror. It is entirely black, with a lacey push up bra and a skinny thong that barely covers her snatch. You start to stroke yourself off to it, but then a minute later another picture comes, this time with the cups of her bra pulled below her breasts, exposing them to you and the world. You smile once again, and keep on stroking. This was going to be a good night.