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I let out a deep sigh, smiling as I turned into my driveway. I sat there for a minute or two going over our little encounter. It was thrilling. Amazing. My dick ached in that swollen way, still trying to get hard again as the memories replayed in my mind.

I closed my eyes and hummed, almost laughing, feeling like the luckiest SOB on the planet. It felt good to be me. It usually always did, but you know what I mean. I felt like the fucking man. An older woman. My fucking teacher. God, what a cute piece of ass.

I finished my drink and swallowed it along with the last chews of my cheeseburger, then crumpled the wrapper and tossed into the paper bag. I got out of the car and went into my empty house, turning the porch light on for my mom.

I showered and shaved again, making my balls nice and smooth, and trimming the little bit of bush that grew back over the last few days. I looked down at it, and smiled. I guess I was blessed, as they say. Girls almost always gushed in giggling schoolgirl disbelief when they saw it, making confident promises about what they’d do with it until they actually saw it.

The only ones who didn’t were Miss Laura, and some stoner chick who was as amused as she was impressed. She didn’t want it anywhere near her pussy, but exchanged a pretty decent bj for a bag of weed I scored from one of my friends. Funny, what some girls would to for a couple joints worth of pot. Not complaining.

But Miss Laura’s reaction was my favorite. That eye-widening, nervous, almost awestruck reaction, Honest. Perception altering. I smiled again as I remembered. Damn. She definitely needed to see it again. Make friends with it, because I intended on her seeing it a lot. Like, a lot. And I wanted it to look good for her. Not only because I expected a blowjob tomorrow, but just because I wanted it to be…attractive to her. Not something to fear, like some big monster in my pants. I wanted it to smell nice. Taste nice. She at least deserved that.

I groaned and turned off the shower. Fuck. I can’t wait to feel those lips around me again.

I dried off and checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad, if I say so myself. I felt confident. I mean I always felt confident, but with this girl, it was on a whole other level. God-tier.

Arrogant?

You bet your ass, I am.

Emboldened? Also yes.

Still horny? Fucking always.

I set the dishwasher to run and made sure there was something for Mom to eat in the fridge, then went up to my room, browsing on my phone, adding and subtracting things from my shopping cart as I closed my bedroom door.

I sat on my bed for a while, swiping at the various items on the page. I nibbled at the inside of my cheek as I weighed the options. Should I? Shouldn’t I? Too much? Not enough? Too soon?

Lying down on my bed, another 20 minutes of an in-me like indecision made me sigh in mild frustration. I decided against buying anything and closed the page out, tossing my phone onto the bed beside me, and stared up at the ceiling, thinking about those lips. Her pussy. Her cute little ass. How nice and pink her pussy was. The way she smelled when my face was in her ass.

Face down, ass up on her desk. I got her to play with herself.

I groaned, knowing I was about to use that image just like I thought I would. My hand was inside my shorts. Automatic. It felt good to just squeeze it, and rub my hand over it. I sighed. Then I grabbed my phone again, hesitated for a few moments, then swiped up and tapped opened the text icon.

I quickly tapped out what was on my mind and hit send without a second thought, too aroused at the moment to give a fuck.

Is he there?

I already knew he was. I didn’t know if he was right there, or in another room. Didn’t care, either. What the fuck was he going to do about it? My eyes flickered and my heart jumped a little when ‘Read’ showed up just below it. I smirked, then typed another text and hit send.

Watching you play with yourself was so fucking hot

I looked at my text and exhaled sharply through my nose. How the hell was she supposed to respond to that? How was anyone, really? But especially her. Thanks? I exhaled through my nose again at the absurdity of my text, lightly shaking my head. But I wanted her to know.

No response. No ‘Read’ showed up below my text this time. That’s okay. I know she’ll see it at some point. My sick was disappointed when I pulled my hand out of my shorts, but I didn’t want to take care of myself tonight. I mean, I did…but I also wanted to save it for her. Something about the prospect of a bigger load made me wait. I know. It’s a little thing, but I wanted to build up a bigger load for her. Make it seem, I don’t know…more impressive, maybe. Did girls even notice that kind of thing? Did they care?

I quickly tapped out another text and hit send.

You should do it again tonight

I smiled as I imagined it. In the shower. In her bed. I still didn’t know if they shared a bed, or if they had separate ones like in old tv shows. Man. I didn’t care where she did it…just the image of her slender fingers down there made me blow out a long breath. God damn, that body.

About ten minutes went by and still no sign that she’d read my last couple of texts. That’s cool, Miss Laura. All in good time. And besides, I felt better knowing that she would see them. I was about to plug my phone in for the night when a thought popped up in my mind. A small desire, I guess you could say. So with another quick tapping of my fingers, I sent one final text, then smiled when I reread it.

Can’t wait to see you in those leggings tomorrow

I adjusted my dick inside my shorts and then plugged in my phone and set it on my desk, uncomfortably aroused as I relived the events of the day while simultaneously trying to relax enough to fall asleep.

But eventually I did drift off, content and satisfied.

At least for today.