Page 21 of Shared Spaces

The professor is a dick anyway.

As I’m about to leave the building, I hear my phone go off so I reach into my pocket and notice a text from Gwen on my lock screen.

Hey, I took off early for the weekend, I’m at Mila’s. See you Sunday!

Really? Three solid days?

I text back a smiley face, followed by a warning for the two of them to behave themselves.

Three days without her is going to be weird. I’ve been used to seeing her every single day for the last month.

Well shit.

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Unlocking the door, I make my way inside and head straight for my laptop. If I have another rejection letter, I’m going to lose my shit.

I open the email app and refresh several times, but there’s nothing there.

Closing the app, I suddenly remember the data I have yet to log. Since I’m going to be away Saturday night and most of Sunday, it’s best that I get a head start on it.

There has to be an easier, more efficient way to do this.

After about two hours straight, I manage to log over half of the reviews. It’s probably because I don’t have Gwen here as a distraction.

Well shit.

That didn’t last long.

Just at the thought of her, my hand wanders to the front of my jeans as I lean back and unzip my pants, pulling my already hard cock out.

Just then, my eyes wander to my phone and I suddenly have an idea.

I’ll take a video of myself, and send it to Gwen.

Just a small payback for the picture she sent me.

She’ll have to go the entire weekend with those images in her head.

I reach over and grab my phone off the corner of my desk and set it up against a stack of books, adjusting it so the view is solely on my cock. I press record and sit back further so she can see everything.

Reaching into the top drawer of my desk, I grab the small bottle of tingling lube and pour a generous amount onto my hand before gripping the head of my cock.

Keeping a slow and steady pace, I let out a soft growl before tossing my head back into the chair.

Nothing compares to her mouth around my cock, but picturing her watching this video and getting wet from it helps with the process.

I’ll bet she’ll have no other choice but to touch herself.

With that thought alone, my orgasm builds to the point where I feel like I could cum, but I stop myself and slow my strokes.

I want the first time I cum for her to be memorable.

So memorable that she’ll never want anyone else, ever.

Reaching over to my phone, I push the stop button and finish myself off after edging myself for a few more minutes.

All I have to do now is send it to her.

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