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me down.
     
    Me: I did,
didn't I?
     
    Scott: Someone
had to take care of my blue balls.
     
    Me: And Tawny
was so willing.
     
    Scott: Can we
stop talking about Tawny? How are you?
     
    So now we're
moving on to small talk? Weird.
     
    Me: Fine.
     
    Scott: I'm fine
too. Thanks for asking.
     
    Me: I didn't.
     
    Scott: I know,
but you wanted to.
     
    Scott: How's
your shell holding up?
     
    My shell? Oh,
yeah, the one from the beach.
     
    Me: Lost it.
I've learned my lesson. I'm never drinking again.
     
    Scott: Now
that's not a reasonable solution. You have to find a way to still collect them
and be able to drink.
     
    Me: I'll work
on that.
     
    Me: I'm tired
so I'm going to have to let you go.
     
    Scott: What are
you wearing?
     
    Me: Do you have
sexual Tourettes? Sometimes it's okay not to say everything you’re thinking.
     
    Scott: No
Tourettes. I just want to know what you're wearing.
     
    This could go one
of two ways. Should I lie and be demure, or should I tell the truth and let him
know I sleep in my birthday suit? He could get the wrong impression with the
truth. Then again, what harm could come from texts? I can flirt with him
through texts.
     
    Me: I'm not
wearing anything.
     
    Scott: You're
shitting me.
     
    Me: I'm not. I
always sleep naked. What are you wearing?
     
    Scott: I was in
bed in my boxers, but now my boxers are down to my knees and my hand’s around
my dick as my other hand frantically texts you.
     
    Wow. The thought
of him touching himself is turning me on. Ten minutes ago I was ready to sleep,
now I'm ready to get lucky.
     
    Me: Are you
hard? Is your long, thick cock wanting inside my tight pussy?
     
    Scott: You have
no idea.
     
    This is almost too
easy.
     
    Me: My pussy
wants your cock. I'm pushing two fingers inside my tight pussy, fingering
myself and pretending it's you.
     
    That might have
been too much, but it's true. I've slipped my hand between my legs and am
waiting for what he'll text next. I'm quickly becoming an expert at texting
with one hand as I masturbate with the other.
     
    Scott: Send me
a picture.
     
    Me: No.
     
    Scott: Yes!
Please send me a picture. I won't show anyone.
     
    Me: You have to
earn a picture. Make me come...
     
    My fingers start
to move frantically in and out of my core as the base of my palm rubs against my
clit. It feels so good, but it's not enough.
     
    Scott: My dick
is so hard... you feel so good. I want to go down on you. Suck your clit
between my lips and taste you on my tongue. I’d get you so hot and ready to
explode, and then I'd push you over the edge by pushing my fingers inside your
tight pussy and rubbing them against your g-spot. You'd come so hard on my
mouth and I'd lick it all up before pounding my dick inside you and fucking you
all night. I can see your hard nipples, feel your large, round tits, as I fuck
you and make you come again and again all over my dick.
     
    I read his text
and his words push me over the edge. I come, riding my fingers and envisioning
everything Scott just described. I've had phone sex before, but never sex over
text.
    I like it.
    Instead of
responding with a wordy text describing the details of what I'd do to him, I
decide he's earned his pictures and I trust him enough to be discreet. Autumn
and Jared would kill him if these got out.
    The first picture
is a selfie from my breasts up. My right hand holds my phone out at a distance
as I bring my other arm in to squeeze my tits together. I'm able to adjust
myself and bring my left hand up so my thumb and pointer finger on my left hand
are pinching one of my hard nipples. Once I’m satisfied with the way it looks
on screen, I tilt my head back, close my eyes, and open my mouth slightly
before snapping the picture.
    The picture looks
fantastic, like I took it mid-climax. I take a quick picture of my bare
southern region with my fingers playing with my clit and send both pictures his
way.
     
    Scott: Please
excuse me while I jack off and come all over