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Oh, fuck. She’s diving straight in. I fumble to unzip my jeans, setting the phone down on the sink counter, and palm myself, the relief instant. The screen goes dim and I try to tap out something back to her with my left hand, but I can’t text her and jack off.

First world problems, man.

Me:Keep texting. My hands are kind of busy at the moment.

Natalie:I can only imagine. I wish I could see you touch yourself. You were so big in my palm when I touched you at the library, both soft and hard. The look on your face as I stroked you... it was like you’d found the meaning of life. I can’t believe I did that to you.

You are the meaning of life I want to tell her. My life. It all revolves around you.

Maybe it’s a good thing I’m unable to text back right now. I’d reveal things to her she’s probably not ready to hear.

Natalie:And I want to put that look on there again, no interruptions this time, and keep going, all that power under my fingertips, spurring you on until you come. And then do it all over again with you inside me.

I prop my hand against the wall, needing the extra leverage as I continue to stroke myself to her words. Knowing she wants me as much as I want her... what would I have given a few months ago to hear that when everything seemed lost?

Natalie:I want to lay you down on my bed and climb on top, straddling you, your hands parting my legs wide, and feed you slowly into me. Stretching me, filling me up, your thick cock buried deep within me.

Oh, Christ, this girl knows exactly what to say to get me going.

Natalie:My head is thrown back, hands braced on your chest, and you start to pump into me from underneath. I look down and watch the two of us joined, as your cock disappears into my pussy, so erotic I almost come then and there.

I force my hand to pause, my chest heaving, about ready to come myself, but I want to make it last. She’s never spoken like this, other than the few sentences she wrote in my Marketing notebook at my encouragement, and I want to savor it while I can.

Will she talk dirty to me like this when we’re finally in bed together? Would it be okay to ask her to? Because Natalie with a filthy mouth is something I can definitely get on board with.

God, I can’t wait for Monday.

Natalie:You thrust up as I ride you, then take my hand and put my middle and index finger in your mouth, sucking on them, getting them wet. You guide them to my pussy and over my clit, moving your hand over mine as I rub myself, the pressure making me frantic. You rock yourself so deep I finally see stars, soaring over the edge, and you’re right there with me, grasping my hips now, digging your fingers into me to keep us connected, plunging into me so fast, over and over, I come again and you shout that you’re coming too.

Yes, yes. I’m coming, just like she said, my hand moving furiously over my dick, wringing every last drop of pleasure from it I can, relishing in the experience. God, I can’t wait to hear her say these things to me in that sweet voice of hers. Have her moan them in my ear as I thrust into her for real.

Natalie:I feel it within me as you pump wildly, totally uncontrolled, all that strength of yours unleashed. I did that to you. I made you come that hard. The way you’ve done to me twice now, both your fingers and tongue so skilled I think you were put on this earth just to touch me. If it’s been this good already, I can only imagine what it’ll finally be like when it’s your cock inside me.

I gasp, my breath sawing in and out like I ran a marathon, hunched over the counter trying to gain some semblance of control. Does this girl have any idea what she does to me? How fucking amazing she is?

I pick up the phone, taking a screenshot of her words, so I can come back to them over and over again, whenever I need inspiration.

Me:Natalie... you are my ultimate dream girl. What you just did for me... I don’t know if I’ve ever come so hard in my life.

Natalie:Well, you did the same for me earlier. And nothing I said was embellished. I want to do all that with you for real. I don’t care if that makes me sound too eager or forward. I just really want you and can’t wait for Monday.

Me:I think you’re the perfect amount of eager, because I am too. And if you weren’t forward, we wouldn’t be doing any of this sexual stuff. Everything with you has been amazing so far. I can’t wait for Monday either.

We text a while longer until I’m yawning, physically spent, and make my way to my room, wishing I was crawling into bed next to her.

I’ll be able to for real in just a few days.

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“HOW ARE YOU AND NATALIEdoing?” Heather asks, finished now with her routine, wiping up the sweat on her face with a towel.

I’m a little sweaty myself after doing the last half of her hour-long session with her, trying to make myself focus on something other than finally being alone with Natalie. It’s occupied my thoughts for the past two days until I’ve got to the point where I’m driving myself crazy.

“She’s the best. Everything about her is just... God, she’s so amazing.”

She hugs the towel to her chest, beaming. “I’m so happy for you, Evan. It’s nice to see a man so readily admit his feelings. What did she say when you told her you loved her again?”

“I haven’t,” I tell her, turning away to wipe off the dumbbells we used. “There’s no way I’m saying it again so soon. Not after what happened last time.”

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