Page 18 of Susie's Orc

Three dots appear immediately as he types his reply.

I could say the same.

We send a few more texts back and forth about his flight out there and my week at the Bureau. When the conversation lulls a little, those three dots appear, disappear, and then reappear before his next message arrives.

I’ve been thinking about you a lot this week.

Oh?I respond.Good things, I hope.

The best things.

I’m grinning at my phone like an idiot.I’ve been thinking about you, too.

More dots, appearing and reappearing.What kind of things have you been thinking, Susie?

Oh. So we’re going to have that kind of conversation, are we? I think for a minute before responding.

I don’t know, I finally type.You didn’t give me a lot to fantasize about.

Didn’t I? The way you came on my fingers would suggest otherwise.

My toes curl, and a little thrill of arousal races straight down between my thighs.Yeah. But you got to see all of me. And I didn’t get to see any of you. A crime, really.

It’s a risky text. I hope he knows I’m teasing him. Maybe being a little mean, yeah, but also hoping he takes it as the joke it’s meant to be.

When he texts me back, there’s a photo attached. Heart racing, I open it to see a picture that takes me a minute to recognize, but when I do, I nearly choke on my own spit.

It’s the top portion of a pair of light grey sweatpants, pulled tight to reveal the outline of…

You may not have been able to see it, but I bet you could feel my cock pressed against your ass while I was getting you off.

Jonah’s text comes a moment after the pic. It makes me blush, actually blush. I stare at the screen for a full minute, mind racing with how to reply, until he texts again.

Shit. Did I just make this really weird?

No!I hurriedly type back.Just trying to scrape my jaw off the floor.

Good to know it opens that wide. Might come in handy someday.

No. He absolutely did not just say that.

Snapping my own pic, one that shows off my legs where they’re propped up in front of me in bed, the short shorts I’m wearing pushed even higher to leave my thighs bare all the way to my knees, I send it his way with a text.

I’ve got good knees, too. Mighta found out if you would have stayed longer.

It’s his turn to take his sweet time texting back, giving me just long enough to second guess if my message was a lame cop-out considering he sent me a photo showing the whole outline of his dick, when my phone buzzes with his reply.

It’s another photo. This time, he’s tugged the waistband of his sweats down a few inches, showing a sliver of green skin, a happy trail of coarse black hair, and the very top of a thick, veiny shaft.

I fully intend to find out when I’m home on Friday.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god.

Two can play at this game.

The next pic I send back is… decidedly less innocent than the shot of my legs. Kneeling on my bed, I turn toward the lamplight shining from the bedside table, pull one strap of my tank top down to expose my breast, throw my hair forward in what I hope reads as sexy and tousled rather than feral and insane, and take a few selfies to find the best angle.

When I’m satisfied I’ve got a sexy shot, I send it his way.I hope you give me something better to fantasize about this time.

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