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I waited,flicking through some YouTube videos for a few minutes, and when my phone buzzed, my heart leapt. A notification banner with her name on it flashed across the top of my screen, so I switched to the Messages app.

Gypsy 12:45AM:Yeah... Late night studying. Just had a shower.

Evan 12:45AM: Ah... big test coming up?

Gypsy 12:46AM: Yeah. Getting closer to finals every day, then just to finish the residency.

Evan 12:47AM: You’re going to do great.

I was reallyproud of her for working so hard even after having been rejected from med school the first time. It showed how resilient and strong she was. I thought of how disappointed she’d been after being rejected, how I’d comforted her. How that ended up leading to our having sex on the hood of her father’s old Thunderbird. And it was that thought that made my cock twitch.

My thumbs hovered over the touchscreen. I wanted her to say things, show me things, make my heart race a little, but I wasn’t certain we were at that stage yet. We’d had sex, sure, but this was all so new and fresh. There was so much history and so much time had passed.

Evan 12:50AM:Remember that time we fucked on your dad’s T-bird?

My hands shooka little when I hitSend. My dick was swelling just thinking about it. She had bent over the hood, ass in the air. I folded her skirt up and pounded her. Her panties got torn, snagged on the hood emblem, but man, was that amazing sex. The rush of sneaking around and not being caught—it had my blood pumping now.

I watched the three dots scroll across the bottom of the phone screen, waiting for her to finish typing her response and hitSend, and I reached down and stroked my swelling cock. She had no idea what those three dots did to me.

Gypsy 12:51AM:Yeah, I remember. I remember feeling worn out for days. You fucked me hard.

She sent a smattering of emojis,an eggplant, a hammer, a heart, and a laughing face. I grinned, stroking myself a bit more. It made me want to come so badly, but how did I ask her to do that for me?

I let go of my dick, turning to my back and switching to my sports app to get my mind off it, but even the slightest movement of my boxers over my cock made it impossible to think of anything else. So rather than beat around the bush, I just came out and said what I was thinking.

Evan 12:55AM:Listen, I’m like super horny and I really want you. I know you can’t come to the base, but ... help?

I sentan emoji back to her with the message, the little guy with giant pleading eyes. Maybe she wouldn’t respond. Maybe she’d think I was a pervert and block me. I had no way of knowing. What I did know was that either way, I had to get rid of this urge or I’d have a wet dream and ruin my sheets. I waited several minutes and was about to give up hope when an image came through. Then another, then another.

I opened the messages. Gypsy had sent me a very naughty picture of herself eating a banana. The seductive smirk on her face sent my pulse racing. I scrolled to the second image she sent, a picture of a banana lying on her comforter next to a bottle of lube. The third was even racier. She sent a picture of herself standing in front of a mirror. She had edited the photo to cover her nipples and pussy with banana emojis.

I stroked myself, waiting for another image, but none came, so I responded to her texts with a fire emoji. When my phone buzzed again, she had replied.

Gypsy 1:03AM:What should I do with this banana?

Evan 1:03AM: fuck yourself with it and send me a video.

Just the thoughtthat she was as turned on by this as I was made me want to come even more. I closed my eyes, imagining her lying on her bed and pushing that banana into her pussy, and I peeled my boxers off and tossed them, then stroked myself. I watched for another message to come through, but the phone was silent, so while I waited, I imagined what she might be doing.

In my mind, it was Gypsy sucking me while I fucked her with a banana, her plump ass bared to me. Her pussy dripped, and I licked it clean as I forced the fruit into her. I was so close to coming just from the imagination, so I backed off. I wanted to see if she did what I told her.

When the phone buzzed, I opened it and held it up. The message contained a video file, and it made my heart race even faster. “Fuck... Gypsy, what a bad girl.” I grinned as I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a condom. They made play time a lot less messy. Before I even opened the file which I knew would make me blow, I tore open the wrapper and rolled the sleeve on.

I hitPlayon the video and held my phone up to watch while I stroked. The camera jostled around a bit and then steadied. Gypsy’s smile appeared, and she winked, then blew a kiss. She’d propped the camera up somewhere, likely just her cell phone, and then she draped herself over her bed.

Her body was perfect, large, round tits with fully erect nipples, and fuck, I’d love to get a handful of her ass and pound her. She spread herself, smearing her fingers through her juices and spreading it around her pussy, then she licked her fingers. The way she did it made me wish she’d do it again. I wanted to hit replay, but I also didn’t want to ruin the buildup, so I kept watching.

Gypsy pushed a pillow under her head and massaged her clit with two fingers, every now and then sinking her fingers into her pussy. I stroked harder when she pushed them in and brought them to her lips, as if she had read my mind. And when she grabbed the banana and held it up to the camera, I almost lost it. I had to back off again so I didn’t come too soon. I wanted to watch the whole video.

She pushed it into her pussy and started thrusting, massaging her clit with her other hand. She made soft, gasping sounds which grew louder the longer she played. I timed my strokes with her thrusts, imagining that banana was my cock sliding into her. The louder her pants and moans got, the closer I got to the edge until she started to come. I watched her pussy contract, her opening expanding and clenching around that damn banana, and there was nothing I could do to stop it this time.

The pressure was too much and I came hard, filling that sleeve. I lay there stroking for a moment as the video played out. She had three orgasms to my one, but fuck, she was so hot.

Before I got up to throw the condom away, I saved the video file to my phone and sent her an eggplant emoji followed by a water splashing emoji. She replied with a grinning smiley face. I chuckled at how odd that must have seemed to her, but it wasn’t odd at all to me. When I was overseas, it’s all I had, phone calls or messages home and my hand to self-pleasure.

I flushed the condom and crawled back into bed naked. I didn’t want to just text my thanks, so I called her.

“So... You like the banana? Want to come over for a snack?” She snickered and I smiled.

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