Grinning, I looked down at my shorts and replied.
Me:Maybe. You?
Red:No. I’m wearing your football shirt
She was wearing my shirt? I felt something deep within me stir. I hadn’t felt it before, but something inside was awake and paying attention. Did I like the sound of that? Her in my shirt? Shaking my head, I tried to shrug it off. It was late after all.
Red:I’m naked underneath
A low groan escaped me, and I was glad I was in a single room.
Red:Wish you were here?
Yes.
Me:I’m not sure . . . what would we be doing?
Red:You could do anything you want. A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G
My dick was getting excited at the possibilities.
Me:Yeah? Tell me more
Red:My body would be yours, for your mouth, your hands, your tongue, that talented talented tongue, I’m too hot
And she was fucking hot, and I was as hard as a rock.
Red:I took your shirt off
I closed my eyes as I lay back down in the bed. She was killing me with this; my dick was like a steel rod.
Me:Don’t stop
Red:You want more?
Me:Don’t fucking tease me Red, tell me how I’d fuck you if I was there
Red:Touch yourself
Me:Okay
Red:Are you wearing shorts?
Me:Yes
Red:Take them off 87 — touch yourself for me
I kicked my shorts to the bottom of the bed and fisted my dick.
Me:Keep going
Red:You’ve got me all hot, you licked me until I screamed for you and begged you to stop
Me:You taste so good
Red:You going to take control?
Me:Rub your clit
