Page 25 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Hell to the yeah!
Hailey
You said you’d make it up to me, but so far, you’ve just made excuses.
I huff a laugh. There’s my bratty Spitfire, coming out to play.
Me
Glad you asked. I thought of a way to atone for my sins, but bear with me for a moment, please.
Hailey
I’m listening…
Me
My dad once told me about the time he introduced my momma to his parents. She wanted to impress his folks and wore a white dress she’d bought for the occasion. They sit down for dinner together and everything is going great, but not even a minute in, my momma drops a splotch of gravy into her lap.
Dad notices her turning red as a beet from embarrassment. And what does he do?
Hailey
You tell me!
Me
He takes a spoonful of gravy and spills it all over the good tablecloth, pretending it’s an accident. His momma—my grandma—is furious. She gives him a proper earful and my grandpa joins in, too.
During all this shouting, my momma sneaks to the bathroom to wash out the stain and nobody’s the wiser when she returns to the table.
Hailey
Is there a point to your story? It’s cute, your dad embarrassing himself so your mom won’t feel humiliated. But what does that have to do with our situation?
Me
Wait and see, Sugar.
Heart racing, I sit down on the chair by the desk and undo my belt.
Dad always says a man’s outfit ain’t complete without a belt, a hat, and a pistol. I’ve come to think he’s right and after serving for so long, I feel naked without a gun, but losing my identity is what I need right now.
I gotta forget who I am and forget that I’ll leave. I gotta push away reality and live in this moment like it’s my last.
My mouth goes dry as I open the zipper and reach into my pants, taking out my cock. I stroke myself to the thought of Hailey’s videos, to the ringing of her moans in my ears. Despite my skyrocketing anxiety, it doesn’t take long until I’m fully hard.
I open the camera app and aim the phone at mycrotch. After double checking that nothing recognizable is in the frame, I hit record.
A moan escapes me as I swirl my thumb over the tip of my dick. I grip tighter, stroking faster.
I imagine it’sherhand teasing me.Herfingers squeezing my length. My hips buck as I remember how her virgin pussy wrapped my cock in soft, wet heat. Not that I ever cared about purity, but knowing I was her first still drives me wild to this day.
I finish the recording, open the messages to Hailey, attach the video, and send it.
My pulse surges into my throat, more doubt creeping in with every quick beat.
What if she hates the way the piercings look? Is she gonna be into this whole sexting thing or is she gonna think I’m a creep and block me instantly?
