Page 111 of Play Fake
I think you make that jersey look better than I do. damn.
Sophie: Oh yeah?
I contemplate my reply for a minute, not wanting to push too much and make her uncomfortable, but I think she’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
yes. but I have to say… I think it would look better on the floor.
Sophie: Too bad you’re not here to put it there.
Fucking hell. I wish I could do that.
maybe I’ll get a chance to tomorrow night since you’re wearing it again.
Sophie: Maybe… What would you do if you were here now, though?
I know exactly what I’d do if I were there, so I don’t even try to lie. My imagination is running wild with the thought of her warm skin against mine, the sounds she’d make when I touched her for the first time. The way her body would respond to mine, how wet she’d be for me as I took her to the edge before letting her come.
But it would always come down to what kind of mood she was in. What she needed from me.
it would depend on you and what you wanted. what your body needed. if you wanted it slow and steady, or if you wanted it rough and fast.
Sophie: What if I just wanted you to touch me?
I groan, shifting to try to relieve some of the throbbing in my dick and readjusting my sweats. This was such a bad idea. I just kissed the girl for the first time last week, and now I can’t get the thoughts of her being naked in my bed out of my head.
Fuck it.She started it.
then I would.
I’d get you out of my jersey and show you just how much I enjoyed seeing it on you.
I’d learn what you like, what turns you on the most and gets you right to the edge.
I’d touch you everywhere. I’d find out how soft you are.
“Goddamn.” I mutter, running my hand through my hair and pulling on it slightly, trying to calm myself down, but all it does is make me picture her doing it instead. I can’t deal anymore.
I stand up, shoving my sweats and boxers down, freeing my swollen cock. It’s completely hard, my tip already dripping from how worked up this conversation has me.
Sophie: I don’t know if this is weird or not, but I don’t really care. I’m so turned on right now and really wish you were here to help with that.
no, it’s not weird. you’re not the only one.
Sophie: Are you?
my dick is literally as hard as a rock.
Sophie: So… does that mean you’re going to help yourself out?
I am literally about to get off to words on a screen. There’s no way I’m lasting thirty seconds when she actually touches me.
do you want me to?
Sophie: Yes. I am.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Soph.” I don’t hesitate after that, any sort of guilt I thought I needed to have evaporates completely. I wrap my hand around my cock, stroking myself, using the precum at the tip to help my hand glide down my shaft. Every stroke gets me harder, to the point I feel like I can barely breathe.
are you wet for me?
