Page 62 of Score on You

After stacking the pillows, I prop myself into relaxed a position. My cock strains for attention within the confines of my shorts. I tug down the elastic waistband to free myself, and then fist the solid length. A hint of vanilla teases my nostrils as I begin a lazy pace. Another groan escapes me, but this one is heavy with promise of release.

Callie:Are you still there? Did you fall back asleep?

Me:nah, but I’m still in bed

Callie:What are you doing?

Me:just staring at you in my jersey

Me:might make it my wallpaper

Callie:LOL You really like seeing me in something of yours, huh?

Me:that visual speaks to my primal urges

Me:like I’ve gone feral and lost common decency

Me:I wanna dress you in my shit so other men don’t get any ideas

Callie:Oh, that reminds me. Did you buy the cactus mat for my porch?

Me:sure did

Callie:Is that a message to keep other guys away from me?

Me:would it bother you if it was?

Callie:Not at all. You’re the only man for me.

Me:telling me that is only gonna make my possessive streak worse

Callie:Is that a promise?

I choke on several expletives. If only this woman knew the force she wields over me. Protective instincts combine with burning lust. It’s beyond my control. She’d be scandalized to witness me jerking off. I slowly pump my shaft while thinking about her lying next to me. My jersey protects her modesty, but it’s too easy to imagine her naked underneath the mesh fabric. The fantasy is quick to take shape like every other morning. Callie's hand soon replaces mine, the grip delicate yet firm and confident. My eyes slide shut as the visual takes over.

Me:fuck, sweetness. what’re you doing to me?

Callie:The same thing that you’re doing to me. Can I see your tattoo again?

As if I would deny her. I pause my absent stroking to oblige. A pic of the healing ink appears in our chat. The design is simple, but the statement is bold.

Callie:Thanks for that. It’s beautiful. I still can’t believe you put my name on your body. Permanently. You can’t just wash it off. Or maybe it’s temporary. I didn’t consider that before. It would make more sense if you were just testing out the design. Maybe to gauge my reaction. But by now, you’re definitely aware how I feel about it.

Me:you’re too cute, sweetness. it’s very permanent. just like you are in my life

Callie:Wow. I’m a bit speechless, which doesn’t happen often while we text.

Me:your approval is all I need

Callie:Well, you obviously have that. The fact that you… branded yourself for me is very… stimulating. Is this similar to howyou feel about me wearing your jersey?

Me:yes. I’m extremely stimulated right now

Callie:Oh, my. This is beginning to remind me of a dream. Do you remember yours?

Me:only the ones that matter

Callie:What are those usually about?

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