Page 82 of Good Vibes Only
I sat up and snapped a selfie of my own: me, shirtless and still in bed.
I sent her the picture and wrote, “Dunno. I just woke up.”
My phone buzzed again and again as McKayla replied with a stream of texts:
“OMG”
“Yummmmmmmmmm.”
“You’re so fking hot!!!!”
“I wanna wake up next to you and eat my continental breakfast off those abs.”
I replied with a crying-laughing emoji. “Sounds like a total mess and quite possibly painful. But hey, whatever you want, babe. I’m down.”
“That’s all a girl ever wants to hear,”she wrote, adding a string of laughing and heart emojis. She followed it up with a panicky text.“Wait a minute. I didn’t wake you up, did I??”
“No worries. I gotta head over to the morning skate in a few, anyway,” I wrote. “But you can wake me anytime you want. Especially if you send pics.”
“LMAO. You would say that …”
My phone buzzed a second later as another selfie hit my inbox. The seductive pout on McKayla’s lips, as she curled up on the couch, told me right away thatthispic wasn’t going to be nearly as innocent as the last one. One hand clutched a fistful of her t-shirt and teased it higher up her body. I could see now that she wasn’t wearing any bottoms—and I feasted my eyes on her bare thighs, and the sliver of the skimpy black thong that hugged her sexy waist.
“Fuck,” I wrote, aroused as hell but equally frustrated. “I don’t know how I’m gonna last a week like this. You’re so hot. I want you so bad.”
“Torture, isn’t it? But we’ll survive,”she wrote.“P.S. You never asked me why I had such a hard time sleeping last night.”
I played along. “Hey, so why’d you have such a hard time sleeping last night?”
“I was WAY too worked up to sleep,”she said.
She sent another selfie, this one naughtier than the last. She’d pulled her baggy t-shirt taut, the thin cotton conforming to her hourglass shape, her hard nipples poking through the fabric.
“Damn. What had you so worked up?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about our little play session.”
My cock—already hard from the morning wood—began to plump and stir with desire under the bed sheets.
“You were just thinking about it though, huh?” I replied, reaching my free hand between my legs.
“Wellllllllll. Maybe I did a little more than think about it.”
I pictured her in bed, up way too late, playing with her pretty little pink pussy. The mental image got me all hot and bothered, and I couldn’t help it, I started tugging myself.
“I bet you did,” I wrote with my free hand. “Tell me about it. I wanna hear all the details.”
“Brett Allred, are you playing with yourself right now?”
Fuck, how’d she figure that out so fast?
“Yea,” I admitted.
“Dirty boy.”
“I can’t help it. You make me so hard.”
“FaceTime me?”she asked.“I wanna watch.”
