My hand freezes mid-stroke. My eyes snap open, and I reach for the phone with my free hand.
My Pretty Girl
How much?
My dick still hard and aching in my grip, my thumb hovers over the keyboard as I wonder if I should wait to reply.
Who am I kidding?
How much what?
My Pretty Girl
How much did you like it?
“Fuck me.” Groaning, my head drops back. I'm already leaking—already desperate. Talking about what her lips and hands on me did to me, what she made me feel, will push me over. I squeeze myself, holding my orgasm off.
I’m sitting on the side of the road, dick in my hand, imagining your hands on me.
That much.
There’s no reply. Did I go too far, scare her? I’m about to text her back when I get one from her.
My Pretty Girl
I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know how to do this.
Do what?
My Pretty Girl
THIS
Men
Sex
I’ve never been with a live person.
Wait, I don’t mean it like that.
I’m not into necrophilia. I just mean I’ve never had sex with anything that wasn’t inanimate.
Christ.
My hand tightens around my dick, imagining being her first—her only. A kink I didn’t know I had makes my dick pulse. I start stroking again—slow, my eyes locked on the screen.
Given the state of my dick, I think you’re doing just fine.
My Pretty Girl
I can’t stop thinking about you.
That includes your dick, FYI.
Careful, Lily.