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 minutes tick by and still no response. I wonder if he’s watching it over and over. Almost ten minutes go by and I think maybe he didn’t get it. I frantically think to check my phone to make sure I sent it to him and not, heaven forbid, my mom, but just then I receive another text. From him. And this time it’s a video.
I lay back on my bed and grab my vibrator before I open it. I have a feeling this is going to be good. The video shows him stroking his cock, breathing hard. It looks like he’s in his bed. I turn on my vibrator and focus it on my clit, watching his strong hands pumping his slick cock. I want to time this just right so I come when he comes. My toes are curling and every nerve ending in my body in tingling, feeling the vibration between my legs and watching his cock grow harder, bigger. I slip my vibrator inside myself and start pumping, imagining it’s him inside me. His hand moves faster, and I can tell he’s almost there. I’m not far behind. Suddenly he erupts with a groan, and cum spurts from his cock, landing on his tummy, the muscles rippling under his tanned skin.
Just then I hear a key slide into the lock of my dorm door. I hurry and shut off the video and throw my blanket over myself. There’s no time to turn off the vibrator, so it continues to buzz between my legs as my roommate walks through the door.
“Hey Kimmy,” she says.
“Brenna,” I say. Normally a surprise like this would instantly turn me off and take me out of the mood, but vibrator between my legs is hovering ever so close to my clit, keeping me right there on a razor’s edge. It’s enough to keep my orgasm building, but not enough to send me over. I’m trying to act as casually as possible, but it’s not easy. “I thought you weren’t going to be here tonight,” I say.
She raises her eyebrows and smiles. “Expecting someone special?”
“Something like that.”
Holy shit, I’m right there. My pussy tingles and pulses deep inside and I feel the orgasm rushing to the surface. If I come in front of her, she’s going to know exactly what’s happening. I won’t be able to hide it.
“Well, don’t worry. I won’t cock block you. I just stopped by to grab some condoms. If you ever need any in a pinch, my top drawer is full of them.”
“Thank you.”
She grabs a handful and leaves. I grab the vibrator as soon as she leaves and plunge it deep inside my pussy. Seconds after the door clicks shut behind her, I come hard. I moan loud and long, my ass raising off my bed. With trembling hands, I turn off the vibrator and roll over, laughing into my pillow.
After I stash away my vibrator, I pick up the phone and find several texts from Leo wondering where I disappeared to. I text him back and tell him the whole ridiculous story. We joke around for a while, and then text about other things. He tells me about a show he’s watching which leads to us exchanging stories about family vacations from our childhoods. Through all of these exchanges, I feel like I’m getting to know him better and better. It’s nice that he still likes to talk even after we both come. For most guys that seems to be their only goal. Once they get off, they’re done. He may be a stranger still, but more and more he feels like a real friend. A sexy friend. And the more I get to know him, the more I like him. I find myself thinking about him all the time even when we’re not texting. Eventually it’s time to say goodnight. He has to work early in the morning, and I have early classes. I want to be well rested and prepared for my first day of classes tomorrow.
By the time I put my phone down and change into my pajamas, my eyes feel weighed down by weights. Luckily, after that amazing orgasm, I sleep like a baby.
2
The next morning, Brenna and I go out for coffee at the campus café. It’s six in the morning, an hour before our first classes. As we walk into the coffee shop, quite a few people look over at us. We do make an odd pair.
This morning, Brenna is wearing a short black mini dress, fishnet stockings, and boots. Her hair is dyed black and red and she has piercings in her nose, lips, and eyebrows. Her appearance is a stark contrast compared to my own. I’m the all American girl next door type with my straight blond hair, jeans, tank top, and Vans. We don’t seem to have much in common, but if we are going to be living together, we’re going to have to find some common ground.