Scarlett laughed.
“Are you getting kind of mushy on me?”
I laughed as I moisturized my hands with an Avon product Mommy swore would keep my hands from wrinkling prematurely.
“Never,” I teased, covering my face with lotion. “But I have been thinking of you.”
“Have you now?”
I imagined her blushing. Ever since we had sex, she’d been softer when I mentioned our intimate time.
“Do you ever think of me?” I asked.
“You know I do.”
“What do you think about?”
“About how much I’ve been cumming to our video every night, wondering when we’re going to make a part two.”
I dropped the brush that was in my hand, shocked at Scarlett’s directness.
“You okay?” she asked, water running in the background.
I picked up the brush and placed it on the counter.
“Uh, yes.”
“Maybe we can add my media proposition to our lunchtime agenda.”
“So you’ll come?”
“Yes, I’ll cum and cum some more.”
Did she just say what I thought she said?
“I need to go. See you soon, War.”
“Bye, Scar.” I smiled despite myself.
Around 11:30, I paced in my office, checking myself out in the mirror I kept in my desk drawer. Although I would see Scarlett soon, I couldn’t resist sending her a message via social media.
Me:
Thinking of you.
Scarlett:
Aw…I didn’t know you were so sentimental.
Me:
Just horny.
Scarlett:
Since you’re restless, send me a dick pic. I need one for my WARrior collection. *wink emoji
I paused, wondering if Scarlett was kidding.