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Cordaé Snoh

Chilling in my room, I was fresh out the shower and reading a book when I got a text from Aisha. When I picked up my phone, I wasn’t expecting the conversation to be so sexual but I was blown away when she sent me those nudes. I was speechless and embarrassed that I stopped replying and put my phone face down on my bed.

In my apartment, I felt like people were able to see what I saw. To view the pictures Aisha had sent me even though no one was here but me. I had to laugh at myself.

With it being late at night, I got up and made sure my home was locked up. I took a piss, washed my hands and grabbed a towel. Back in my room, I reached over my bed and picked up my phone.

Being tech savvy, I saved the pictures Aisha had sent me and created a video that would play them on a loop. Transferring my video, so that it would play on my TV screen, I hit play.

Sitting on my bed, and up against the headboard, I grabbed my bottle of baby oil. I’d had it almost the whole year and still had a lot left. With my eyes on the screen, my hands pulled my underwear down, kicking them off with my feet. Spreading my legs wide, I squirted some oil into my hand and snuggly gripped my dick. Focusing on the tip, I stroked the top; my eyes falling shut. It felt so good.

Opening my eyes, I watched the loop of Aisha’s stills play over and over. She had some sexy chocolate nipples and nice sized breasts. Her butt sat up like a basketball and her pussy was pretty.

Dropping my hand to the base of my dick, I added more oil. With my dick more slick, I knew my release was at its peak. Taking one last look at Aisha’s pussy, I came, feeling my cum seep through my fingers.

After catching my breath, I wiped my hands and dick with the towel and stopped the video. Deciding to jump back in the shower, I quickly washed and got out, putting on my pajamas. Feeling relaxed, I turned off the TV and went to sleep.

Waking the next day I had a good morning text from Aisha. Before I got up to take care of my hygiene, I replied back with the same.

After handling that, I came back seeing a few more text from her asking me how I slept and what were my plans for the day. I told her I didn’t have any.

How did you sleep?

That question instantly made me think that she knew what I’d done. That she’d purposely sent those pictures hoping I’d touch myself while looking at them.

Fine. How’d you sleep?

I would’ve slept better with you here.

This girl was something else but I was still confused as to why she’d want to talk to a simple guy like me.

So what do you want from me?

I needed to know. Maybe it was just because she thought I was cute or maybe to see if I could get her discounts on books since I worked in a bookstore.

That’s easy. A, B, C and I want that next letter to be in me.

I fumbled my phone dropping it on the floor.

Can I call you in a few?

Boy I got this phone just for you!

Smiling, I needed a moment to pull myself together. Doubling back, I retrieved my phone and called Jack. I needed a distraction.

“You still coming through?”

“Yea,” he answered. “Just dropping my little boo off at home and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Is she the one from last week?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout all that,” he whispered. “I’ll be there.” He hung up.

Two hours later, Jack showed up with a pepperoni pizza, some alcohol and some weed. I was home reading a book.

“You always reading some shit.”

He tried snatching my book from my hand.

“Reading books is top tier especially the ones I read.”

“What kind are they?” Jack asked, sitting down and taking a bite of his pizza.

“They vary. Sometimes it’s urban romance, suspense, thrillers or erotica. It just depends.”

“On what?” He chewed before sipping his soda; his cheeks full.

“My mood or what released.”

“You need to stop reading all that love shit and learn how to fuck,” he laughed. “Do them books teach you that?”

I shook my head.

“If you’re asking is sex in the books, the answer is yes.” I wiped my mouth with a paper towel.

“You’re a square, nigga. I don’t how we became friends.”

“Shut up,” I threw my greasy napkin at him.

“So what’s up with Aisha? She still texting and calling you?” He dusted off his hands and picked up the PlayStation controller.

“Yea,” I grabbed the other one. We were about to play a football game. “Since that day.” I didn’t want to disclose that Aisha had sent me naked pictures. That wasn’t Jack’s business and had I told him, I’m sure he would’ve wanted to see them. That, I wasn’t prepared for.

“You need to see what’s up with her. She’s obviously feeling you.”

“Yea. Maybe.”

We started the game.

“Maybe y’all can be in matching pajamas this year,” he laughed.

“Be quiet and play the game. I’m sick of you.”

We both laughed.