it was like he had stared at himself while he attempted to take a picture. He clearly had no experience doing this. I tried not to laugh. My eyes traveled down past his face. I noticed a thick roped silver necklace, and a crisp white dress shirt that was unbuttoned and hanging open to reveal his fine chest. Damn man looked sexy as hell.
I'm trying really hard not to laugh too loud right now. I didn't take you for the selfie kind of guy.
Coach: What did you take for?
A dick pic kind of guy lol
Coach: Riaa
Yeah, he was drunk. I covered my mouth to hold back the laughter. I felt like I could hear him saying my name.
You're definitely drunk and I'm being honest lol
Coach: You want a picture of my dic Ria
I chewed my lip and butterflies swirled in my stomach. I hadn't expected for the conversation to go this way, but I wasn't objecting to it either.
I mean, I wouldn't say no to a dick pic
Coach: Too bad I am not one of thoe guys
You're no fun
Just when I least expected it, Kova texted me a photo. It wasn't a real dick pic, but it was close enough. With his legs spread wide and his black dress pants unbuckled with the zipper down, his hand was deep inside, gripping himself. Kova never wore boxers so I could see the fine black hairs that led down to his thick length. A strong vein swirled around. I wished he'd move his hand. My mouth watered at the sight of how erotic it was to see a man like this.
Go lower
Surprisingly, he did, but he teased me. My brows raised at the vein I loved so much on his pelvis that swirled down his length. His penis was out of his pants, hard and erect like it was ready to explode, and his hand was fisting the head.
Thank God I'm sitting in the tub or else I'd have to change my panties. You give good dick pics
Coach: You seen a dick pic before you bette not
Lol I haven't until now, just imagined what they would look like
Another image came through and my jaw dropped. All the air left my lungs. I struggled to breathe at how incredibly hot the photo was of Kova squeezing the head of his cock as his thick and creamy cum dripped down his shaft and leaked between his fingers.
Holy. Fuck. There's so much.
It was all I could say. No way would I tell him what I was actually thinking. I couldn't even admit it out loud to myself, I was too embarrassed.
I was going to need to get a sneaky app like Kova's because this photo was one I sure as hell wasn't deleting.
I don't care what you say, I'm keeping that forever. What's the name of your app so I can hide it?
He told me, and I immediately downloaded it. Later I would save our photos and videos to it.
The water was getting cold and I was suddenly overcome with fatigue. As the water drained, I typed.
I miss you
And I did. The ache in my heart was proof. I didn't like that he wasn't at the meet with me. I felt like I was missing a part of myself.
Coach: I misse you way more. Trust me
It feels strange without you by my side. I kept looking over my shoulder thinking you were going to appear. P.S. You look wasted
Coach: I have drank myself into a stupor this week. Every time I take a sip of vodka I pretend it is your lips I am kissing. I am drunk on you
That's actually pretty sexy, I like the visual. But what if you lick the vodka off my lips instead??nd off other places?
Quickly, I stepped out of the bathtub and got dressed. I found I was much more liberated when it came to texting Kova. I'd never say this in person or even suggest it. I glanced down at my phone, but he didn't respond.
Will I see you soon?
The three dots appeared, and I waited for his message before I left the bathroom to read it. I stood there waiting until my legs couldn't handle my weight any longer and my eyes were falling shut. The message never came. I left the bathroom and headed to bed, confused, wondering why he was drunk on me??ll week.
Forty-Nine
I think I have a better chance of being struck by lightning than getting you to answer your phone.