“Oh shit,” I groaned as I felt myself cumming hard in the shower. I watched as it ran down the drain. I grabbed some soap and cleaned myself off and then stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and walked into my bedroom while drying my hair off. I grabbed the TV remote and turned it on before opening a drawer in my dresser to pull out a pair of boxer shorts. My phone beeped. I grabbed it and saw that Veronica was texting me. I opened the message and sat back on the bed.
“What you up to, sexy?”
“Just got home. What’s up?” I texted back. I’d known Veronica Ryans back in high school. We’d hooked up a couple of times but never gone all the way. She’d given me head at a few football games and made it clear to me that she was there for the taking if I’d wanted her, but she’d seemed like she would be a lot of drama. The cheerleaders always were. I’d appreciated her high kicks and flashes a few times she’d taken off her underwear for me but she’d been too easy.
She’d left town and became a model in New York City, and I hadn’t thought twice about her until she’d gotten back to town a few months ago and shocked some of the elderly citizens of Canyon Beach by sunbathing nude on the sand. Everyone in town knew that part, but what I hadn’t included in the report was the fact that she’d been holding a vibrator to her pussy when I’d showed up and asked me to hold it for her when I’d told her to put some clothes on. I’d declined the offer and given her an official warning, but ever since then she’d been texting me, trying to get me to come over.
“Was just feeling an itch that I hoped you could fix.”
“Maybe try some Benadryl?”
“It’s not that kind of itch.”
I rolled my eyes at her text and thought about her perfectly tan body that day at the beach. Veronica was a beautiful woman, but I just wasn’t interested in what she had to offer. No matter how much she wanted me.
She texted me back again ten seconds later. “You still there?”
“Yup.”
“Want to come over?”
“Just got out of the shower.”
“Perfect.”
“I’m headed to bed.”
“I can come over.”
“Not tonight,” I responded, wondering if I should say “not ever,” but not wanting to be too mean. An image of Betsy hit me, and I knew that if she’d asked me to come over, I would have been all for it. Though that would lead to way too many complications.
“Boo. :(.”
I stared at her last text message and before I knew what I was doing, I was scrolling through my phonebook for Betsy’s number. I was going to text her to apologize for kissing her, but instead, I decided to FaceTime her. The phone rang for a few seconds before she answered, her pretty face showing up on the screen with a confused look on her face.
“Hey, there.” She was clearly in her bed already.
“Hey, Betsy.” I stared at her tousled hair as she sat up. She had changed and was now wearing a gray tank top that clung to her body tightly. My breath caught as I realized she was wearing no bra and that I could see her nipples poking through her top.
“Hey, Jeff.” She blinked. “What’s up?”
“I just wanted to apologize for kissing you tonight,” I said, trying to keep my eyes off of her breasts. I could feel myself growing hard again.
“No worries,” she said with a small smile, and I could see her looking at my chest.
“I just got out of the shower,” I said by way of explanation.
“Oh.” Her face went red and I knew she thought I was naked so I stood up.
“I have on boxers,” I said and moved the camera down slowly. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to give you a sneak peek of my pencil.” I winked at her and she went even redder. I laughed slightly as I thought about her earlier comments. I was completely confident in the size of my manhood; at seven and a half inches I knew that I was working with something that could and did give pleasure to every woman that was lucky enough to be with me. I was confident that if I was ever inside of Betsy, she’d take back her pencil comment very quickly. “But I can if you want me to.”
“You can what?” she asked, running her hands through her hair.
“I can give you a sneak peek.” I nodded down toward my manhood.
“No, thanks.” Her voice was high.
“You okay?” I laughed, and she nodded.
“Yeah, I think I just need some water.” She rolled to the side of the bed and stood up, the phone moving slightly as she got out of bed. I took a sharp intake of breath as I saw her bare thighs and realized she only had on a pair of panties with her tank top. Oh, how badly I wanted to be in that bed with her right now. She moved the phone back up to her face as she walked along the corridor to the kitchen. “So, is that all you called me for?” she asked.
“Yeah.” I nodded, though I was loath to get off of the phone with her. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t too drunk or anything,” I lied.
“No, I’m okay. I didn’t drink that much.” She grabbed a bottle of water and walked back toward her bedroom. “I’m sure I’ll be fine in the morning.” She took a swig of water from the bottle,
