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Send me a nude :) —H
Pretty please ;),I add.
Several long moments pass and I start to think that now I’ve really messed up when our chat pings with two new pictures. She sent it. The first is of her tits. Her nipples are hard and immediately the picture sends a thrilling shiver straight to my dick. I go into the second picture of her legs spread apart and her pussy is there across my screen. Wet and pink.Fuck,I want her here. In my bed.
Thanks. I love the pictures. I couldn’t stop thinking about you —H
Me too,goodnight—P
She’s probably still really mad at me so I don’t message her back. Tomorrow I can meet her and maybe patch things up again. I know that she’ll forgive me. I’ll find a way to make her forgive me.
I’m not tired as yet and my mind is vacant from thoughts. Staring at my screen, I jerk off to Parker’s nudes and release my desire as I come hard, with images of her riding on top of me, blowing my mind.
I finally close my eyes and stay like that until the early hours of the morning.
32
Five Minutes
Parker
I give the cover letter one last check before clicking send. I’m in the library for my lunch break, finally sending a response to one of the publishers my father had recommended in that list of publishers based in New York City.
Shutting my Mac off, I hear my phone buzzing. Sifting through the papers on the desk, I find my phone wedged in between the pages of my Classical Poetry anthology.
Hudson’s caller ID shows up on my screen and I don’t want to answer it. Not after he practically ghosted me just after we had sex, asked me for nudes last night and acted as if nothing happened. But I let out a deep breath and answer the call because even though I’m mad at him, I have the urge to hear his voice and see him again.
I feel like I’m letting down a list of amazing women for instance Emily Dickinson, Jane Austen or even the damn Queen of England, for not ignoring him and pressing answer instead.
“Hi,” I mumble while gathering my papers together.
“Hey.” His voice is low, distant. “How are you?”
“I’m good.” I keep my voice neutral. “You?”
“I’m good.” I can hear faint sounds of shuffling in the background. “Where are you?”
“At school. Why?”
“Can we meet? I’d like to apologize for yesterday.”
I don’t know what to say. I’m swamped with work and I’d be missing out on an afternoon seminar if I had to leave now. Is it even worth it?
“Parker?” Hudson says when I don’t reply.
“I don’t know,” I say. “I have a lot of work right now.”
“Too busy for dinner? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” His words are promising. “My mom is celebrating the launch of her Steakhouse tonight. I wondered if you’d go out with me.”
“You’re asking me out on a date?” I can’t help the laugh that escapes my mouth. “Isn’t it too late for that?”
He laughs too, but it comes out nervous. “I know we didn’t do things in the correct order, but at least let me take you out. It’s never too late for a first proper date.”
“I don’t know,” I say, tapping my pencil on the desk.
“Well, I’m outside your apartment door,” he says. “So if want to come, I’ll be here for the next five minutes.”
“What are you doing there?” I ask in surprise.
