As I scoop up my pancakes and put them on the plate, I glance up and my heart sends violent flutters through my chest. Because it’s Trent! He’s standing just on the other side of his hedge, snipping off stray leaves with a scowl. He always seems so angry and serious. I wonder what’s causing his bad mood, but I don’t want him to see me watching, so I grab my pancakes and get out of there.
Vivian is nowhere to be seen. She’s probably at the gym and then going for a tanning session, which is her usual routine each morning. I sit down to enjoy my pancakes in peace with a romance novel open on the table, but I can barely focus on the steamy scene before me. Because the time has come to admit it: tales of hung heroes are not enough anymore. My mind keeps wandering to Trent, and the way it would feel if he did those naughty things to me instead. I swallow the last of my pancakes, and try once more to focus on the words on the page. But it’s pointless because I just can’t sweep images of my gorgeous neighbor from my mind. There’s no point in hoping a guy that hot would be interested in a girl like me, but still, one can dream right?
Forcing myself back into reality, I decide to head back upstairs, where I’ve left my phone. Maybe EasyDude has replied by now? I find myself curious about him and wondering if he really does look the way he described himself. Not that it really matters, I guess. It’s not like we’re ever going to meet. But I do hope that a guy who says he looks like Trent really is on the other end of those messages. Plus, the fact that he thinks I’m hot is a big plus and I blush just remembering his words.
When I get upstairs, there’s a new message from EasyDude, and I grab my phone with bated breath.
EasyDude: how about starting with florida?
Wait, what’s he talking about? I have to scroll up to my previous message, in which I stated that if I had a million bucks I’d like to travel the world. For goodness sake, Janie, don’t be so boring! This is meant to be sexy, and that was not a sexy answer. Even if his question wasn't sexy, either. Time to spice things up if I'm going to forget about Trent and practice flirting a little.
HeartLove: sure, I don’t mind a little heat
That’s better.
EasyDude: you like the heat, hmmm?
EasyDude: so what’s the hottest thing you can think of?
Oh shit, the conversation is steaming up faster than I thought it would! What do I say?!
HeartLove: the hottest?
HeartLove: well, I like to take it slow
HeartLove: then build it up
EasyDude: I like that thought ;)
Phew, that was close. I’m so not ready to go there yet!
EasyDude: I know I’d kiss you first
EasyDude: I bet your lips are so full and soft
EasyDude: I’d let my tongue gently roll against yours
Oh, wow. Clearly, I have no control over this conversation. I can feel my face burning at the thought of it and go with things on a whim.
HeartLove: that sounds amazing
HeartLove: I’d want to be crushed up into your strong arms, let myself be taken over by you
Oh oh… too much?
EasyDude: I’d take you over baby, don’t you worry
Clearly not! Could it be he likes the kind of stuff I crave?
EasyDude: I’d do stuff you’ve never even heard of
EasyDude: I’d make you feel so good
Never heard of? What’s he talking about? I need to know.
HeartLove: like what? ;)
EasyDude: since I'm not there to do them to you, you’ll have to do them to yourself. I can describe them to you.
Oh my gosh. My heart beats in my throat and I can feel my hands getting shaky as I hold the phone. I clear my throat and sit up. I’m not scared but excited instead. My tits heave under my fluffy pink bathrobe as I take a moment to compose myself.
EasyDude: are you still there, gorgeous?
HeartLove: yes :)
HeartLove: sorry, I was just taken aback by your suggestion
Janie, you idiot, who says things like that?! And in a text, no less? This isn’t one of your romance novels, the voice inside scolds. But EasyDude doesn’t seem bothered by it at all.
EasyDude: we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to
I take a deep breath, heart pounding. I have to admit, I feel comfortable talking to him, like I can trust him, even if it’s based on next to nothing.
HeartLove: no, I do
HeartLove: I think
EasyDude: have you ever touched yourself before?
HeartLove: once
EasyDude: holy shit
What does he mean? Why is he so surprised?
EasyDude: sorry
EasyDude: it just really turns me on that you’re so innocent
Thank goodness! He likes me still. There’s a long pause before he texts again.
EasyDude: are you a virgin?
Oh god, the million dollar question. And it came so fast too. Do I tell him the truth? I figure I may as well because he’s probably already guesses it anyways. So I take a deep breath before typing my one-word response.
HeartLove: yeah
His response is immediate.
EasyDude: that’s so hot
EasyDude: would you touch yourself for me?
My heart’s racing but I text back. After all, it’s not like this is real. I could be watching TV. Or I could be a thirteen year-old adolescent boy screwing around with ChatWorld users just for kicks. But somehow, it feels real.
HeartLove: ok
HeartLove: where should I touch myself?
EasyDude: start with those huge tits of yours
EasyDude: rub your nipples
My heart beating, I open my pink bathrobe and pull the material aside to reveal my big, milky jugs.
EasyDude: describe your nipples to me
I look down and my face flushes as I start typing back.
HeartLove: they’re pink and big and soft
EasyDude: mmm they sound delicious
EasyDude: make them hard for me. rub them
HeartLove: ok
I put my phone down on the mattress next to me and start exploring my nipples with my fingertips. I gasp at the immediate reaction in my pussy as it clenches in lust. My nipples go from soft, round, large pink petals to tiny, hard, little pebbles.
HeartLove: oh god, that feels so good
EasyDude: keep going, play around with them a little until you can’t take it anymore
EasyDude: then put your hand down your panties
I’m breathing heavily now, my tits heaving under my touch as I pinch and pull my nipples, feeling the cream lubing up in my pussy for a cock that won’t be coming. I need something in there. I can’t describe it or know how I know this, but I have a sudden need to be filled up so hard that it hurts. I do as EasyDude says and put my hand down my panties.
HeartLove: my hand is in my panties now
EasyDude: dirty girl, I like it nasty like that, you just couldn’t wait, could you?
HeartLove: no
EasyDude: describe your pussy
HeartLove: it’s so wet and slippery
HeartLove: but I feel alone in this
EasyDude: don’t you worry baby, I’m touching myself too. thinking of you playing with your huge tits and your fingers in your tight wet little pussy
He is? What’s he doing? The thought of Trent pleasuring himself in the pool comes back to mind, and I push it away. This is a different guy altogether, and I can’t get my wires crossed. But there’s no harm in having fun, right? So I type a suggestion.
HeartLove: describe your cock to me
EasyDude: it’s huge and hard thinking of you. I’m stroking it, pretending it’s your tight pussy squeezing it, and not my hand
My pussy spasms under my fingers at the thought of his cock inside me, and I know I need some kind of release for this building pressure.
HeartLove: I wish it were you here. That would feel so good.
EasyDude: then dip one finger into your pussy and pretend it’s me
EasyDude: use the juice to slide over your clit while you think about my cock
HeartLove: ok
Trembling, I do as he says. Careful not to go too deep - I’m not ready for that yet – slowly, I dip one finger into my drenched pussy. My finger now slimy and warm, I bring it up to my clit and roll the hard nub a bit. Oooh, that feels amazing. It was good when I was watching Trent, but this is even better. EasyDude is involved in the hot play and is telling me what to do. I run my slimy finger over my clit and moan immediately. Holy shit, that’s amazing. I stroke it faster and faster, then in circles, vaguely aware of my hips making desperate grinding movements. I’m breathing faster and faster. Then another message beeps.
EasyDude: how is it?
HeartLove: I think I’m going to cum
EasyDude: that’s right, keep going, rub that clit, and think about how I wish I could stuff you with my huge cock
I moan at the thought, rubbing faster. Another message comes up.
EasyDude: when you’re really close, use one hand to keep rubbing your clit, and the other to pinch one of your nipples
How does he know this stuff? But I do as he commands: moaning louder and louder, I bring a thumb and index finger up to my left nipple as I use my right fingers to keep rubbing my slippery clit. And as I pinch and pull my tits, my pussy contracts so hard the force of my orgasm throws my body back onto the bed, seizing up in pleasure.
Unnh! Oh god! For a few moments I lay back in the incredible aftershocks of my orgasm, waiting for my breath and heartbeat to return to normal. I start getting sleepy, my body fully relaxing, but another ping reminds me that EasyDude is waiting for my reply.
EasyDude: are you okay?
HeartLove: yes
EasyDude: that wasn’t too much was it? I’m sorry if I went a little OTT there, thinking about you just got me so hot
Hmm, he’s so charming and caring, as well as hot. I suddenly find myself wishing he was here with me, so that I can look into his eyes.
HeartLove: you have nothing to apologize for
HeartLove: I enjoyed it. That orgasm was so intense
EasyDude: I’m glad :)
EasyDude: I came so hard too
I pause for a moment, eyes wide.
HeartLove: you did?
EasyDude: of course ;) thinking about you doing all that stuff to yourself had me close from the get go
HeartLove: oh wow. You must be experienced.
Part of me sort of knows the answer already, and I don't really want to hear him say it. I can see him typing, so I wait it out.
EasyDude: I kinda feel corny saying this, but it feels like we have a bit of a connection
Immediately, a smile breaks over my face. Because he could have said something like yeah, I’ve been with fifty girls and you’re number fifty-one, or I’ve been surfing ChatWorld for a decade now. But the thought of a connection? It makes me go warm inside.
HeartLove: I know what you mean :)
Another ping brings me out of my deep concentration, and I see it’s from Ying. Oh shit, she’s outside my house already. I completely forgot she was giving me a ride to the library. Leaving my sleepy, post-orgasmic reverie behind on the bed, I jump up and throw on my clothes before rushing out to meet her. But one thought keeps chugging along in my mind, even as we study for Monday’s exam. I want to meet this EasyDude in person. Maybe, just maybe, I can tempt him to visit me here in Iowa?