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Glancing up from my phone, I raise an eyebrow. “None of your fucking business,” I say, laughing.
“It’s that chick Eva isn’t it?” Dave asks with a knowing grin on his face.
Wiping my hand over my mouth to try and get rid of my smile from just hearing her name, I shake my head. “How do you know Eva?”
“I don’t, but I’ve heard that you’ve been hanging out a lot,” Dave says still sporting the same stupid grin.
My phone buzzes and I peek down at it.
Eva: Okay, naked and in bed.
Me: Fuck, the image alone is enough to turn me on. Are you wet?
“Is that true?” James asks, breaking my dirty thoughts of what I want to do to Eva right now.
“Is what true?” I ask, sipping my beer.
Eva: Yes.
Christ she’s fucking killing me and these asshats keep interrupting.
“There’s been rumors that you and Eva are a thing. Is that true?” James repeats.
“What are you a fucking fifteen year old girl? You want me to braid your damn hair?”
Me: Run your hand down your body and feel how wet you are. Imagine it’s me, that it’s my hand touching you.
“So I guess that’s a yes,” Dave says, laughing.
“Damn, I didn’t realize I was hanging out in the girls locker room tonight. No, you fucking pussies. Just because we hang out doesn’t mean we’re a thing. We’re friends, nothing more,” I say.
Eva: Picturing you touching me has me soaked Brett.
Me: So hot. Push two fingers inside that tight pussy and slowly move them.
“Yeah, well I hear you guys are more than friends,” James says, laughing.
Eva: Oh it feels so good.
Me: Keep going Eva. Move those fingers faster now. Like I would if I were finger fucking you right now. Don’t stop, don’t slow down.
“Yeah and I heard your dick is 3 inches hard,” I say, looking back down at my phone.
Eva: Fuck, Brett.
Me: The image of your fingers moving in and out of your wet pussy is one of the sexiest things. Show me how wet your fingers are. Take a picture real quick.
“Where the fuck did you hear that? That’s a fucking lie. I’ll whip my dick out right now and prove it,” James yells, standing up.
“Keep your tiny dick where it is. The point is just because you hear something doesn’t mean it’s true. You’re worse than a chick with your gossip.”
My phone vibrates and I have a picture of Eva’s wet fingers. Fuck me. My dick instantly gets hard and I regret not being there to suck her fingers clean.
Me: My cock is rock hard now, that’s fucking hot. Keep going Eva, move those fingers.
Eva: Brett, I’m close already.
Me: You are huh? Are you imagining it’s me? My fingers or my dick that you’re squeezing tight.
