Number Neighbors - Emma Hart Page 0,6
people parked the car in the garage.
I could totally do this.
My thumbs hovered over my phone.
I could not do this.
What if I watched porn? Maybe it would get my motor running a little. Give me some ideas. Ease me into it a little.
Yeah. Porn. That was what I needed.
Okay.
I could do this.
I clicked onto my phone browser and opened a new incognito tab. I typed in the address of the only porn site I’d ever watched and scrolled the homepage. The videos played highlights if I lightly touched the thumbnails.
Two girls and a guy. Hot as hell, but one too many people for this scenario.
Two gay guys. Not really my cup of tea, and also one was the wrong gender.
A black taxi video. Too public.
Stepmom and stepson. A little too close to the line for this girl.
Finally, on page three of the ‘hot right now’ videos, I found a hot guy and a girl where she seemed to be a little in control. The highlights showed a long blow job scene before she sat on him, and that was exactly the kind of thing I was going for with this.
I watched for a few minutes, skipping the so-called story in the beginning. I had no idea why porn makers did that.
Nobody watched porn for the story, Karen.
Anyway.
I digress.
The girl slipped into the bathroom where he was taking a shower. His dick was already hard, and she watched him for a minute, playing with herself, until he caught her. She went in and the video cut to a long blow job scene, both in the shower and on the bed, and then they fucked.
I could write that out.
It wasn’t that hard.
NN: You writing me an essay?
ME: Don’t be so impatient. I had to watch porn for ideas.
NN: Does that mean you’re wet before we’ve even started? Seems unfair.
ME: You’re welcome to give yourself an erection if you’d like.
NN: You didn’t answer the question.
ME: Yes, I’m wet. Now shut up and let me sext the shit out of you.
NN: *zipper-lip emoji*
ME: Thank you.
All right, Hannah.
You got this, girl.
Let’s do this.
ME: You’re in the shower. You’re thinking about what you’re going to do to me when I get home from work, but you don’t realize I’m already home.
NN:.. I like it.
Thank you, PornHub.
ME: I can hear you in the shower, so I go upstairs to where you are and creep toward the bathroom door. You’re naked, and your cock is hard. Your hand is wrapped round it, and you’re getting yourself off while you’re thinking about me.
ME: I strip naked and slip my hand between my legs. I’m turned on at the thought of you getting yourself off to me. I play with my clit and cup my breast as I watch you.
NN: Shit.
ME: You see me and tell me to get in the shower. I do as you say, licking my wetness off my finger before joining you. Inside I kiss you, letting you taste me on my tongue.
NN: I’m so hard right now.
Oooh, I’m not so bad at this.
ME: I kiss down your body until I reach your cock. I wrap my fingers around the base of it and flick my tongue against the tip. You moan, reaching down, and I take your cock in my mouth and suck.
ME: You wind your fingers in my hair, holding me there. I suck your cock hard, taking it deeply into my mouth, almost to my throat. My fingers grip into your ass and you drag me up, kissing me hard. Your cock presses against me as you yank me out of the shower and toward the bedroom.
My clit was aching now, harder than it was while flicking through the porn. I needed both hands to type this much, so I quickly rolled over on the bed to reach my nightstand. My bullet vibrator was right there. I snatched it out of the drawer and sat back up against the wall, putting it between my legs.
I’d turn it on when I really, really had to.
I still had half a porn script to write, thank you very much.
ME: I push you onto the bed and you sit on the end. I kneel in front of you and put your cock in my mouth again. You moan and grab my hair again, and you fuck my mouth. I pull back and circle the tip of your cock with my tongue.
Shit. How else did you describe a blow job?
ME: I suck on the every end of your