Hutch:Traffic is not moving.
Jillian:I think you’re trying to get out of date. Just break it to me easy, honey. You’re seeing someone else.
Hutch:What? Are you serious right now? I am sitting in the middle of I95 in wall-to-wall traffic, Jills. *Attachment loading*
Jillian:I was only kidding. When I get hungry sometimes, I say things that I don’t mean.*heart emoji*It’s called hangry. Ever heard of it?
Hutch:I am going to be much later than I had planned.
Jillian:Guess the dress I planned to wear will have to wait.
Hutch:Dress?
Jillian:Nope, you don’t get to see it now. You’re trying to weasel your way out of it. Might have to finger myself too.
Hutch:Wtf, Jillian?
Jillian:*laughing emoji*
Hutch:You’re not playing fair. Did you not see the picture I sent?
Jillian:I did. Doesn’t mean I can’t pleasure myself thinking about your giant wang.
Hutch:You haven’t even seen my dick yet.
Jillian:Imagination, honey.
I clutched the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white before I dropped my forehead against it. I had been sitting in this traffic for twenty minutes and it had yet to move. Now my cock was hard, my stress was at an all-time high, and Jillian was talking about touching herself while thinking about me. I straightened to text her back.
Hutch:Can’t you wait until I get there?
Jillian:You going to eat me out again?
Hutch:Yes.
Jillian:Then I can wait*water squirting emoji*
She used those emojis too much, but I kind of liked them.
Hutch:What if it’s midnight?
Jillian:Don’t care.
Hutch:Even if it’s in your bedroom with your mother in the house?
Jillian:Still don’t care.
I brought my attention back to the traffic as I moved half a millimeter, then I texted Jillian again.
Hutch:Under my mat, you will find a spare key to my place. Go, let yourself into my apartment, and wait for me.
Jillian:Are you sure?
Hutch:Would I tell you if minded? There are some peanut butter cookies in the cabinet if you get hungry.
Jillian:I’ll see you soon.
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