Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
The charges were bullshit and the cops knew it. I’ve learned that police and prosecutors like closed cases, no matter the fallout for innocent people, real justice is just a bonus for them. My family couldn’t afford a hot shot lawyer, so we had to depend on a public defender whose caseload was a mile a deep and who barely looked up from his files when he first met my dad and brother. So my father and brother are sitting in jail for a crime they didn’t commit. Watching how it all played out for them, and imagining that there are so many families who go through similar circumstances as us, is why I studied so hard and applied to law school. I’ve decided to dedicate my career to preventing these situations from happening to other people. And of course, I’m not going to stop until I clear my dad and brother and have them released from jail.
As I listen to the podcast, getting more and more angry about the stories and the injustice, my phone chirps, distracting me. I’ve given Leo his own ring tone that sounds like a bicycle bell chiming. Every time I hear it, my heart skips a beat. I look at my phone and it says I have an image waiting. Opening the image, I see it’s a picture of his dick, wet and glistening. He’s holding it in the shower. I can tell he has big hands. His long fingers are barely able to reach around the base. The sight of it instantly makes me wet.
There’s another chime from Leo. The text says: Your turn.
I smile.
My bed in the dorm room is tiny. It might be even smaller than a twin. Just a step up from a toddler bed and uncomfortable as hell. I just moved into my dorm today and it doesn’t feel like home yet. It’s still pretty bare bones, with just my clothes hanging in the closet, my books and laptop piled up on the desk, and my sheets in a pile at the foot of the bed. I met my new roommate Brenna this morning. She seems nice enough, though I haven’t really had the chance to get to know her. She’s already diving into the campus party scene tonight, and I have the room to myself. We plan to have coffee tomorrow morning before our first classes start so we can try to connect. That’s hopeful, that she wants to get to know me. If we’re going to be living together for the next year, it’ll be nice if we’re friends, too.
Since Brenna is gone, and I’m pretty sure she’ll be out for a while still, I strip down to nothing from the waist down. I spread my legs, exposing my freshly waxed pussy, and line my camera up for the picture. I’m wet as hell and it’s obvious in the image. I smirk, knowing he’s going to love seeing it.
I take the picture and send it.
Seconds later he texts again.
Holy shit, I’ve never seen a more perfect pussy. Send me a video. I want to see you play with that pretty clit.
I set up my camera on my dresser. It’s hard to get the right angle, but I manage by stacking it on a couple of books and positioning myself just right on the edge of the bed. I hit the video record button..
“Hey,” I say for the camera. “I’m sorry you can’t be here in person.” I drag my finger up and down the seam of my pussy, spreading the moisture over my clit, rubbing in slow circles until I feel it swell under my fingertip. “Do you see what you do to me? Your picture made me so wet.”
My hips are tilting up to meet the pressure of my finger, and my toes are digging into the floor. The cheap dorm bed squeaks a little as I play with my clit, and I practically forget about the camera recording it all. I feel an orgasm start to build as I rub myself, but I don’t want my performance to end too soon, so I decide to bring in some reinforcements.
I hit pause on the video and reach under my bed, dragging out my duffle bag. Inside is my vibrator. Please let it be charged, I pray to the gods of orgasm, and they smile down upon me when I hit the little button and it hums to life. I press record on my phone again and reposition myself. I start slowly, easing the tip of the vibrator inside my pussy just a little, and rub my clit slowly. I do this for about a minute but I stop, just before I start to come. I toss my vibrator to the side and grab my phone. I hit send on the video and wait. My pussy is begging for attention, but I want to see what he sends back first.