Page 49 of Neighbors With Benefits

Me: You’re extremely fucking sexy.

Jazz: Better.

Jazz: What would you do if you were here right now?

Me: Lots of things.

Jazz: Say more words.

Me: Dirty things.

Jazz: You’d better elaborate right now, or you’re never getting another sexy photo again.

Me: I would bend you over that sink and devour you from behind. My mouth is watering just thinking about the way you taste. When I’ve made you come at least once with my tongue and fingers, I’ll tease you a little bit. Sliding my cock up and down your drenched pussy. By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging me to fuck you. And then, just when you think it’ll never happen, I bury myself in you. I grip your shoulders and fuck you hard and fast. I explode within seconds because you’re so goddamn tight, but I stay inside you while rubbing your clit until you come again.

Me: Was that an adequate elaboration?

Me: You there?

Jazz: Sorry, I was getting myself off. That was hot.

Me: And then we play Scrabble and I beat you by a hundred points.

Jazz: My lady-wood just disappeared.

Me: I get a triple word bonus, PLUS the bonus for using all seven of my letters. It ruins the night.

Jazz: We’re off the rails now. This should help.

She sent another photo. This time she was lying in bed with the camera positioned across the room on the dresser. Her legs were spread and she had two fingers curled up inside of herself, and her head was tilted back in ecstasy.

I began stroking myself through my sweatpants while texting her back.

Me: Okay. Thatw ay too hot, yourr gonna make my phonem elt

Jazz: That’s a lot of typos. Are you having a stroke?

Me: It’s tough to text one-handed ;-)

Jazz: Ohhh.

Jazz: I probably shouldn’t send you more, then.

Me: You should ABSOLUTELY send me more photos. There’s no such thing as too many.

Jazz: Hmm, let me see what positions I can get into…

I leaned back on the hotel bed and stroked myself faster. God, I was so into this woman. A single photo and a few flirty texts were enough to make my cockachewith need for her.

But the next text I got wasn’t from Jazz.

Bash: Bro. You think I wouldn’t find out?

Me: What are we talking about right now?

Bash: Don’t play stupid. I saw the text you sent Jazz.

I felt a moment of panic. How could he see what I was sending her? I quickly made sure I had only sent it to Jazz and not to the group thread. But somehow, he knew.

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