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“Not at all. I burn for you, Kri. I always have.” I lower my leg and set the phone down so I can give him a little show. I let the top drop back down and then snag the hem, wiggle my hips while I slowly drag it up my body. Inch by inch, I reveal myself to him, tempt and tease my lover. Just as I reach my breasts, I slip it over my head, toss it aside and then shake my head from side-to-side, fluff my hair seductively. I cup my breasts, squeeze them and then pinch my hardened nipples. I moan and quickly release one of my tits, slap the free hand onto my p**sy and whimper at the stinging contact. Before the pinch of pain can totally slip away, I slide a finger between my labia and stroke my moist s*x lips. A deep tremor courses through me, sending my muscles twitching and cunt spasming.
I need Kri.
I release my breast and snatch my phone. “Kri…”
He croaks, “Yes, babe?”
“Wish you were here, Kri. Wish you were touching me, stroking my wet p**sy, licking my clit and shoving those fingers inside me. And then you’d kiss me and I’d taste myself on your lips.” I slide my finger through my cream, circle my hole. “And you’d rub your dick on my wet lips, wouldn’t you? Because you love me, but you love teasing me more.”
He swears quietly.
“Are you hard, Kri?”
He gulps and I can hear him swallow over the line. “Unfortunately, yes.”
“Nice. Can you imagine sliding your hard shaft through my juices? Up and down, up and down. You like oiling your dick up with my cream, don’t you? Like getting yourself nice and slick?”
“Oh, man…”
“I especially love it when you brush that fat cockhead of yours over my clit. Ooh…” I lay my finger flat between my folds, a bit of my palm pressing against my bundle of nerves while my fingertip teases my wet hole. I just rub up and down for a bit, masturbate to the sound of Kri’s own breathless pants. “Kri… you feel so good when you tease me.” I add another finger and shove both of them into my needy cunt, finger-f**k myself hard and fast, my juices making lewd sounds. “Can you hear it, Kri? How wet I am for you? Don’t you wish you were f**king my teen cunt right about now? Oh, Mr. Collins, it would feel so good. Fingers aren’t enough.” I’m pounding in and out of my p**sy now, imagining it’s his big dick, f**king me hard and fast. “I want you, Kri. f**k me, f**k me harder…”
“Harper…” I’m not sure if he’s giving me a warning or a prayer.
“f**k me hard like this. Stand me up against the window so anyone can see me and then you shove that thick cock of yours into my p**sy. You know I like it deep, hard and fast. Anyone can see you filling me with your dick, taking me like a f**king jackhammer.” I’m panting, p**sy juices coating my hand while I pump my fingers in and out of my juicy cunt, imagine it’s Mr. Collins giving me what I need. “Gonna come on your cock, Kri… come so hard…” My climax gathers around my clit and, between one breath and the next, the pleasure shoots out from my p**sy, fills every inch of my body and my muscles spasm and clench, bliss overtaking me. I breathe and whimper as the waves of ecstasy slowly ebb away. On the other end I can hear Mr. Collins breathing hard, too. But I doubt he’s masturbating. “It’s not the same without you, Kri.”
“Oh, baby.” I hear the regret in his tone.
“I can’t wait to be with you. Just us.”
“Soon, baby. I promise.”
I purr. “Okay, will you get out of the rain, now? I don’t want you to get sick.”
“No, not yet. I need to clear my head.”
I narrow my eyes into the darkness. “You’re not jacking off, are you?”
He doesn’t answer.
THREE DAYS LATER
I’m back at the campus and on my way to English Lit when I run into Brandon Somersby.
“Heya, Harper.” His blond hair is tousled and his cheeks are pink. He’s dressed in a basketball jersey and is carrying a gym bag. “Thought I’d find you here.”
I eye him from head to toe. “I didn’t know you were on the basketball team. What was with all the huffing and puffing when we were hiking.”
His blush deepens and he rubs the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, Coach has been on my ass about cardio, but ball mostly requires sprints, not long distance. Anyway, got a minute?”
“I’m not blowing you off, but I’ve got a class.”
“It won’t take long, promise.”
“Okey dokey, then.”
He leads me away from the main walkway, away from prying eyes, and I see several girls eyeing Brandon. A few wave and call to him by name. Apparently my new friend is quite popular.
I settle on a bench. “So, what’s up?”
“I need a favor.”
“Yeah?”
He takes a deep breath. “My family hosts Thanksgiving each year for our entire family, right? My parents are flying in from Missouri and my aunt is coming from London and it’s gonna be a huge event with all of my relatives.”
I raise a single brow. “And?”
“And I’d like you to come.”
I frown. “To your family Thanksgiving? Don’t you think it’d be a little weird? I don’t even know anyone in your family. Well, except your mom. Plus, my parents do their own Thanksgiving thing.”
An hour ago I’d been on the phone with Mr. Collins and fine-tuned our plan to drop the bomb to my parents as well as his leave and the fact that we’ll be searching for a new apartment. He’s resigning just after Thanksgiving and then we’ll be moving into our own little place.
Brandon grins. “As my girlfriend.”