Page 98 of Good Vibes Only
“OMG!!!!! WHAT A GOAL.”
“You look so hot and sexy in your uniform........”
“GAME OVER! Now hurry home and be mine!”
Caught up, I texted her back. “Hi Mac.”
She texted back immediately.“Hi handsome! Where are you?”
“Just got to the locker room. About to shower. Are you still hanging out with the girls?”
It was only eight o’clock back in Vegas, and I figured they’d be partying until late. The WAGs often kept the party going long after the game ended.
But she replied,“Nope. I’m back at my place.”
“Already?? What happened?”
“Nothing! We were just wiped from hanging out all day before the game even started. Plus, that was a long road trip for us too, ya know? We’ve had our fill of partying. LOL.”
“Haha I bet. What were you ladies doing before the game?”
“We all went to Good Vibes Only so we could take a workshop together!”
“Hahahah, no way. Which class?”
“Blowjob Bootcamp. The girls did amazing. Your teammates have no idea what they’re coming home to.”She swore me to secrecy with a shush emoji.
“WTF? You took the WAGs to BJ Bootcamp?? You realize I can never break up with you now, right? The boys would kill me,” I teased—as if I ever wanted to get rid of her.
“Hahahahhahaha... oops. Sorry. Guess you’re stuck with me now!”
“Darn,” I joked. I started tearing off my gear while I texted her, so I wouldn’t be late. “So what are you up to now?”
“Take a guess,”she wrote, smirk emoji.
I chuckled. “Hmmmm. Lemme think. You’re tired and you went home early. So you’re probably being a good girl and going to bed early, right?”
“You got one part right. I am in bed,”she replied.“But I’m not being a good girl.”
A lump formed in my throat. “No? Then what are you doing?”
She replied with a sexy photo tease; the bedroom was dimly lit, and Mac knelt on her bed in a lacy bra and thong. She had her lips wrapped around the head of a cock.
Mycock.
Seeing myself in her mouth, my eager dick pulsed, expecting the sweet suction of her silky cheeks.
“Playing with you,”she wrote.“Pretending I’ve got the real thing in my mouth.”
“Holy fuck, Mac,” I wrote back. “You can’t do that.”
“Can’t do what?”
“Make me hard in front of the boys right before we hit the showers.”
She sent a crying-laughing emoji.“OMG. Why does that image turn me on so much?”
“I dunno, maybe because you’re sick??” I teased.
