The text I had sent him was filthy.
I had written it out over the course of about an hour, adding things as I thought of them, making myself wet as I wrote out each dirty little fantasy. Imagining it had made me want to touch myself so badly, but I resisted; I had Jason for that now. I hesitated with my finger hovering over the send button, reading it through one last time.
*Jay. You made me cum so hard last night. I was still throbbing when I woke up on your floor. You should’ve seen me. Legs open, dripping. I almost started touching myself right there. But then I remembered I don’t have to anymore. That’s your job, isn’t it? To lick my pussy until I forget how to speak. Anyway, I know you’re at work but I just wanted to let you know. When you get home I’m going to let you spread me open and fuck me any way you like. From behind, on my back, doggy, reverse cowgirl–whatever will make you cum the hardest. You deserve it! You can use my mouth or my ass or my pussy. Or all three. I don’t care anymore. I need it. I’ll wrap my legs around you, pull you in tight, letting you fuck me hard and fast. Oh, and you’re going to cum inside me, too. No pulling out. I want that cum. I want to feel it filling me up while I squeeze every last drop out of you. Okay? Good. I’ll be waiting. Be ready.*
When he got home, I was sitting at the kitchen table on my phone, the radio on in the background. I was wearing an oversized hoodie with thick sweatpants, my hair tied up in a messy bun.
“Hey, Jay. How was work?”
He was thrown off balance immediately. I could tell. “Oh…yeah. It was okay. Kinda shit. Just been looking forward to coming home if I’m honest!”
“Why? Any fun plans?”
“I…uh…” He stood in the doorway awkwardly, one hand still on the strap of his bag, eyes darting between me and the table, as if trying to figure out whether this was a test. I looked up from my phone with a blink, brows raised slightly. He opened his mouth, then hesitated. He scratched the back of his neck. “I got your text, by the way.”
I didn’t look up from my phone. “What text?”
“The one you sent. Earlier. About…you know.”
I let the silence hang. Then slowly looked up, head tilted just a little. “No…about what?”
“About…” His face flushed red. “*Look.*”
I smiled softly, feigning confusion as he pulled out his phone and moved toward me. He sat down in the chair opposite and scrolled through his phone, his eyebrows lowering in confusion as he looked for the text I had deleted from the chat the moment he had walked through the door.
“What? It was here?”
“What was?”
“A text!” He said. “From you! Saying you wanted me to–” He paused. Sitting back in his chair. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”
“Hmm…” I said, leaning forward a little. “Maybe. Or maybe your horny brain has turned into such desperate mush that you’re hallucinating a little...”
“Fuck…” he said, shaking his head. “You’re such a tease.”
“Me?” I said, indignant. “Are you sure? That doesn’t *sound* like something I’d do. Although I was wondering…” I stood, lifting the hoodie over my head and peeling the bottoms down. “What do you think of my new underwear?”
It was tiny, barely there at all. The listing online had advertised it as a *Transparent Microbikini*, but even that might have been a grandiose term for what was essentially two interconnected bits of string. It was obscene. I looked like a fucking anime character.
“Oh my god, Sarah. What are you *doing* to me?”
He stared at my body as he spoke, his open, unashamed desire making my pussy ache immediately. It was like his brain had blue-screened, and it made me feel alive. I shifted my weight slightly, making sure the tight fabric of the bottoms crept a little further into the curve of my slit. His eyes followed it, helpless. I took a step forward, and another, until I was standing between his legs, my breasts almost pushed fully into his face.
“I’m glad you like it,” I said, tracing the lines of the bikini with my fingers, as much for my own enjoyment as his. “Anyway…if someone *had* sent you a text like that, I can imagine it must have been a really hard day for you. Excruciating, even. Trying to concentrate while your cock’s straining against your jeans. I bet you even went into the bathroom at work and thought about jerking off.”
“Maybe…” he whispered. His eyes kept flicking between my chest, my almost-visible pussy, my face. He didn’t know where to look. I could see him trembling just slightly; excitement, restraint, disbelief.
I leaned down, placing one palm flat on the table beside him and bringing my lips close to his ear. “So let’s say, hypothetically, that message did exist. And let’s say I was wearing this when I wrote it. And let’s also pretend that I fucked my own fingers straight afterwards, pretending it was your cock, knowing that I was going to deny you when you got home, I wonder how that would make you feel?”
“I don’t know anymore,” he muttered, shaking his head, his voice ragged, almost guttural. “You’re driving me fucking insane.”
I pulled back and walked away, hips swaying, letting him stare at the way the string cut into the curve of my pussy. “C’mon. Let’s go to my room. I need your help again.”
***
“So…I’ve been doing something kind of messed up,” I said, twisting the phone cord around my fingers. Me and Liv were both drinking wine, sprawled out in our own apartments. She’d just finished ranting about her boss’s office meltdown over a missing flash drive that turned out to be in his laptop the whole time.
There was a pause.
“Go on…”
I laughed. “Don’t worry, it’s not *that* bad.”
“Well, you have my full attention. I’m ready.”
“It’s…about Jason.”
“Your roommate? What about him?”
“Well…” I always got a little too honest when I was tipsy, but I knew I had to tell *someone*. I rolled onto my side. “I’ve kinda been teasing him…”
“Okay?” Liv said, sounding a little disappointed. “What? Like…about his weight or…?”
I laughed. “No, no, nothing like that. He’s in really good shape!”
The phone was silent for a moment.
“…Sarah?”
I groaned and buried my face in the pillow. “I don’t know how it happened! It started with stupid little things. Accidentally leaving the bathroom door open, asking for help with lotion, bending over when I didn’t need to. But he got hard. Like…*so* hard…”
“Oh my god!” She sounded delighted. “How long has this been going on?”
“A few weeks. Maybe more. It’s getting worse.”
“Worse?”
“I sent him a bunch of filthy texts while he was at work the other day. Told him I’d finally let him cum but–”
“Wait, wait, wait. You don’t let him *cum*?”
“No,” I said, biting my lip. “I just…use him to make myself cum.”
Liv cackled. “That’s hilarious! Sounds ideal!”
“Yeah,” I laughed, but it was filled with a little guilt. “Like…he does love it. I know that. But when he got home I…God, this is so embarrassing…”
“Go on…”
“I deleted the text and told him he imagined it.”
“Sarah!”
“I know!”
“So you’re gaslighting your roommate?”
“Yeah. But like…in a fun way. I think.” I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. “The worst part is I got so wet doing it. The way his eyes went all wide, like I’d just stolen his soul...”
“That’s fucked up,” she said.
“I know.”
There was a beat of silence.
“Does he have a big dick?” she asked.
I burst out laughing. “Liv!”
“What? You can’t tell a story like that and not give me details.”
I sighed and covered my face with my hand. “Yeah. It is kinda big. He’s pretty hot all around. And sweet. Kind. Empathetic. Kinda geeky but strong. Oh, and obedient in this totally unintentional way that makes me want to just…*use* him.”
“And have you…?”
I lowered my voice. “Well…we haven't had sex but I’ve used his face a few times.”
“Oh my god, yes.”
I grinned to myself, heart beating faster now. “It’s kinda hot, right?”
“Sarah? You’re living my fantasy right now.”
“Really?”
“Yes. And not just my fantasy. Brian’s too.”
“Wait. You do this with *Brian*?”
“No, no. Not like that. It’s just that Brian sometimes talks about me teasing other guys…”
“Wow. Really? I had no idea.”
“Yup.”
The silence lingered between us for a moment.
“Brian’s actually away on a business trip this weekend. You guys need any company? Maybe we can make him cum together?”
“Liv!”
“I’m just kidding,” she laughed.
“I know, I know!” I giggled.
But once again, it turned out that we weren't kidding.
Not even a little bit…
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