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“I don’t want to pretend.” The pout in her voice makes me chuckle.
“I don’t want to either. Now tell me how it feels.”
She breathes heavily. “Like it’s too much but not enough. I want…I need…” Her breathing catches and I can tell she’s close.
“If I were there, I’d lick your sweet cunt until you screamed. Those juices that are dripping down your fingers wouldn’t be a problem. I’d lick you all clean.”
“Hudson,” she moans. “I want you.”
“I want you too, but it can’t happen. Stay with me. Play this game with me, please.”
“Okay.”
“Put me on speaker so I can hear you.”
She shuffles and then tells me she’s done it.
“Now,” I instruct. “Use your other hand to touch your clit. I want you to rub it and pretend it’s my tongue, okay?”
“That feels good,” she breathes.
“I would do it so much better, baby. So much better. But this is all we have. I want you to keep rubbing and then tell me when you come. I’m barely holding on here by a thread, but the moment you let go, I’m going to come all over my stomach. If you were here, I’d want you to lick my cock clean and—”
“I’m coming!” she cries out.
The sounds from her are so fucking erotic that it tips me over the edge. I close my eyes, imagining her three fingers inside her little pussy as she makes a big mess with her release. It’s enough to have me groaning as cum jets from my dick and shoots up my chest, soaking my bare chest. I keep my eyes closed for a moment as I imagine her sweet red tongue running along my happy trail that’s splattered with semen. My cock jolts from that image.
When she bursts into tears, I blink open my eyes and shake away my daze.
“What’s wrong?” I demand, panic welling inside me. “Did I…Do you regret…”
“W-What? No,” she sobs. “I…I just want you back home. May fifteenth is too far away.”
My last final is on the fifteenth, so we have about three weeks until the end of the semester. It may as well be three years because it sure as fuck feels that way.
“It’s not that far away,” I lie.
“I’m lonely without you.” She sniffles.
“I’m lonely without you too.”
She’s silent for a beat. “I miss Mom and Dad. I’m just a responsibility to Aunt Becky and Uncle Randy.”
“I miss them too. I could tell Coach that—”
“No,” she interrupts, her tone fierce. “You’re already in trouble. Missing another game isn’t going to help me because that hurts you. I can wait three weeks.”
“But your birthday is next weekend.”
“You’ll still call me, right?” she asks. “Can we…Can we do this again?”
“As long as we don’t actually do it, we’re not harming anyone or breaking any fucking laws. So if that’ll make you happy on your birthday, you bet we’re going to do this again.” I reach over and grab my towel off the floor to clean off my sticky stomach. “Maybe, if you’re a good girl, we can even video chat.”
She sucks in a sharp breath. “Really?”
Nothing sounds more appealing than seeing her face when she comes.
“I want to see you. All of you,” I admit.
