Chapter Eleven
Joel
Ok. -Alessandra
She said okay! To a date with me!
I jumped up from my bar stool and fisted the air like the kid inThe Breakfast Club. Yes!
Now I just needed to come up with a date for us to go on. Something she would enjoy, where we could spend some time actually talking, get to know each other.
I racked my brain, and only had one idea in mind as I dug into my molten chocolate lava cake with ice cream that I picked up from a diner on the way home.
Alessandra seemed like the type of woman that would have fun in any situation, but my idea was going to be a winner for sure. It was the perfect first date. Time to talk, have fun, and let our worries go for a night. And when it was over, I would take her home. Hopefully score a hard-on creating kiss, with maybe a little squeeze of her ass, before I sent her on her way to bed, where she would then masturbate to thoughts of my kiss.
Oh, yeah. We would both get off thinking about that kiss before the night was over.
I tossed the plastic plate in the recycle bin, and sat on the couch with a smile on my face. Alessandra’s face while she touched herself was the best I had in my spank bank right now. I would watch her rub her clit all day. She loved to screw with me, so of course she would be all into it. Moaning. Writhing.
And now I was hard.
I grabbed my phone and decided to test something.
Can we upgrade from period buddies to masturbating buddies? I think it would be mutually beneficial. -Joel
She would either take me seriously, or roll those sexy blue eyes of hers and move on. Most likely the latter, but for a few seconds before my little notification ringer went off I was hopeful.
Sorry, that audition already closed. The role was given to my bunny. -Alessandra
I fucking knew it! She did get off and take care of business!
Some women were weirded out by their own vaginas. I mean, if you didn’t know how to pleasure yourself—know what you like—then how was the man you want to pleasure you supposed to know?
My hand went to my jeans and unbuttoned them, letting my dick spring free.
Was it wrong that I wanted to keep texting her, and let her fire get me there? Her attitude was the hottest thing to me. Never had that been the main attraction to a woman for me, until her. I wanted those claws on me, digging deep.
Instead of being a creep and one-sided sexting, I simply closed my mind and thought about her touching herself on the other end of my couch. She would be cruel enough to be so close to me, but of course would stop if I came any closer.
Her legs were spread wide, showing me her glistening cunt that was all wet from me. I would lick my lips in anticipation. Fuck, I bet she tasted fantastic. I wanted to dive at her core and drink her up. Those fingers would grip my hair, and I would grit my teeth from the intensity, but would carry on eating out my sweet girl’s sex.
Bing.
My eyes opened and looked at my phone. Maybe she changed her mind?
Stop jacking off thinking about me.-Alessandra
Busted.
But really, did she think I was going to stop now? Yeah, right!
Shhhh. Just let it happen.-Joel
Gross. -Alessandra
And her fake disinterest was making me smile, and getting me hotter. My balls started to tighten. My release was getting close.
Too late now to play the good guy. She was involved in this, whether she knew it or not.
