Page 89 of How to Score Off Field

“You just have your boxers on—like you do now. And I don’t know what to do when I walk in because I’m so startled.”

He nods. “Yeah.”

Licks his pouty lips.

“Are you stroking yourself?” I ask him quietly.

“Yes.” He pauses. “Did you get your vibrator?”

“Yes,” I whisper, pressing the button to power it on, moving it down my body. “I’m wearing a beige-colored thong. It looks like I’m naked,” I tell him so he can get a visual. “Do you like me in a thong?”

Drew licks his lips again. “I do.”

Good.

“What do you do when I accidentally walk into the room?”

“I apologize.”

“You do? What are you sorry for?”

He isn’t sure and takes a few seconds to come up with an answer. Clearly, I’m better at porn scenarios than he is.

He backtracks, changing his story.

“When you accidentally walk into the room, I continue stroking my cock and look you dead in the eye to see what you’ll do about it. Just see if you’re embarrassed and if you’ll run away. Or maybe you’ll join me.”

“Are we those kinds of roommates?”

“Not yet.” He laughs.

But his laughter is strangled because he is so turned on he can barely talk.

“I see.” And I do. I can easily picture this scenario because it’s so similar to what happened over the past weekend. “I close the door behind me just in case someone happens to come home—and lock it. You watch as I put my back to the door and continue watching you. I still don’t know what I should do.”

“You know what you should do.”

“And what’s that?”

“You should walk over to the bed, stand at the foot of it, and slowly pull my boxers down my hips.”

“Oh, that’s hot…”

I close my eyes to imagine it. Taking the small vibrating toy, I place it between my legs, positioning it over my clit and letting ithum humever so softly.

My eyes are still closed as Drew softly tells me what happens once the boxers are down over his hips, and I can see it so clearly.

Me, pulling the blue shorts down. Watching as his beautiful dick springs free. Wanting it in my mouth, eyeing it hungrily.

I had no idea I was such a dick enthusiast, but here we are.

The vibrator continues humming, making me purr.

Drew is silent.

His phone moves to a rhythm I can only identify as his body to the tempo of his arm.

He groans.

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