No…but she didn’t need to

I’m stroking my cock right now

I reread the text I sent and let out a deep breath, satisfied that she’d know soon what I was doing when I thought about her. Satisfied that my mom was fast asleep in her room and I had this time to myself. This time to _our_selves.

My cock flexed when ‘Read’ appeared under my text. Good girl. I want you to know. I want you to think about it. Think about my dick in my hand. Think about me jerking off to you. I almost asked her to send me a picture of herself, but I knew he was asleep next to her. Or in the next bed. I still didn’t know what their bedroom looked like, and made a promise to myself that I’d find out the next time I went over.

I tapped out another text and hit send, hoping she’d understand.

You could join me if you want

I slowly stroked my cock and waited, almost holding my breath with anticipation.

Read.

I let out the breath I was holding and squeezed my cock, stroking it quickly for a few moments before slowing down again, enjoying the sensation. My dick was happy for the attention, and although she wasn’t texting me back, just the fact that she was reading them was so fucking hot.

He doesn’t have to know

Read.

That one was quick. Immediate. She must have the text conversation open. She saw them as I sent them. I kept stroking myself, slowly teasing my cock with a firm milking grip of my fist as I typed out another text and sent it.

I want you to think of my tongue on your pussy

Read.

You were so wet for me today

Read.

I let out a deep breath and squeezed my cock, speeding up my strokes.

Your pussy tastes so fucking good Laura

Read.

I’m going to lick your pussy on Monday

Read.

Would you like that?

Read.

I’m going to lick your asshole

Read.

You dirty girl. I’m going to bend you over your desk and stick my tongue up your ass

Read.

I know that’s what you want

Read.

The quickly stroking rhythm of my hand wrapped around my dick made me groan as I imagined doing all this to her.

I know you fucking love it

Read.

Don’t you, bitch?

Read.

I sneered, imagining talking to her that way. I knew that’s what she liked. My cock flexed powerfully, sending a serving of precum up my shaft and out the tip. I wish she was here to lick it off. To suckle the head of my cock while I fed it to her. The appetizer before the main course.

You want my tongue up your ass

Read.

My cock up your ass

Read.

Play with your ass Laura

Read.

I groaned again, well on my way to that familiar feeling. Sending her these texts, reading them. Knowing that she was reading them. Imagining her in bed with her hand down her shorts as she read them. Remembering what her pussy felt like Around my fingers. Against my tongue. Imagining what it would feel like to slip my cock inside her wet pussy. Her tight asshole. Knowing that she might actually be touching her asshole right now.

Lick your finger and put it in your asshole

Read.

Rub your pussy for me Laura

Read.

Be my good girl

Read.

I grit my teeth and felt the boredom surge up my shaft as my cock throbbed. I wouldn’t last much longer. This was too fucking erotic. The image of her doing these things was sending me right over the edge.

Gonna cum

Read.

Cum with me Laura

Read.

Cum with me

I tossed my phone onto the bed next to me. With loud breaths I started to cum, clenching my ass cheeks as hot ropes shot out onto my stomach. My mouth opened as I felt the blood rush to my head, my jerking fist milking another several shots of hot cum out onto my belly. My bed sheets. My hand. Everywhere.

I closed my eyes and panted, euphoric release making my skin tingle and my balls warm my whole body. Fuck yeah. I continued panting, gritting my teeth as my cock throbbed out another few slow, lazily oozing loads as my fist firmly milked them out of its tip, then I threw my head back and let out a deep sigh, my orgasm finally done. And there it was. What life’s all about.

The glow from my phone screen lit up my darkened bedroom, and I picked it up and looked at it, smiling open mouthed as I panted once more, almost laughing from the pleasure still in my empty, satisfied balls.

Read.

I wonder if she came too.

I hope so.

Smiling, still trying to catch my breath, I typed out another text and hit send.

Thanks :)

Read.

I made quite a mess. Too bad you’re not here to clean it up for me. Can’t wait to make another one on Monday.

Read.

You should wear leggings btw

Read.

Goodnight

Read.

When I saw the ‘…’ show up, my heart skipped a beat and my eyes lit up. She was responding. Holy shit, she was responding. But it just stayed there, inside that tiny speech bubble.

…

And then, after a several breathless seconds of anticipation, it disappeared. As if she’d lost her nerve. Wanted to say something but then either chickened out, or changed her mind. Was it an angry message? Or her letting me know she came too? I sighed in pleasant frustration, our little game making those butterflies excitedly flutter in my stomach. The unknown of how she really felt was so thrilling. I couldn’t wait to see her on Monday.

That was fun. It was almost hotter that she didn’t text back. Just watching her read my texts in real time was such a fucking turn-on.

Man. I hope she came too.

I sighed and grabbed a dirty shirt from the back of my desk chair and wiped the cum off my stomach, making a face as it stuck to some of the soft, little hairs on my belly, just under my navel. Mmmm. I tossed my shirt onto the floor and laid back on my bed, breathing in deeply and then letting it out, content, that warm feeling in my crotch as I closed my eyes and thought about what I was going to do tomorrow.

Maybe I’d go to the store and buy her something nice. Maybe I’d pay her a little visit at home again. Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? I smiled and sighed, closing my eyes.

Oh , Miss Laura.

The things you do to me.