Haley shook her head. “No. I’ve never had a message like that.”
“She doesn’t have a photo up does she?” Kayla reminded me. “She’s the sensible one.”
“Well, I replied that I found his post offensive and to not contact me again.”
“Really?” Kayla asked cocking an eyebrow. “I think it’s damn hot.”
“You think everything’s hot today. You need to go out and get laid.”
“I do. I really do.” She whined.
“Okay, Haley, get the pizza ordered. Kayla go grab some beer from the fridge and I’ll choose a movie. One with some ugly dudes and no sex scenes whatsoever.”
“I think even an old wrinkled guy with warts would do it for me right now,” Kayla moaned.
“Chick flick it is.” I announced.
**
That night, with my stomach satisfyingly full of pizza and feeling sated thanks to a couple beers, I quickly changed into my shorts and camisole and climbed under my duvet. I dreamed vividly, about a man with short blond hair. I met him in a bar and he was someone I had known in the past. Years had passed and I found him hot and attractive. He felt the same. I woke just after we had shared a panty melting kiss, with the promise of meeting again. A sigh escaped me. It had seemed so real and yet was a figment of my overactive imagination. My thighs clenched together. I didn’t want it to end there. Fuck it! I’ll carry it on in my thoughts.
I return to the bar and to the image of this blond-haired man. My lips back on his. His tongue invades my mouth, going deep and tangling with my own.
“Want to get out of here?” He asks.
“Yes.”
I picture the frantic removal of clothing in his apartment and then my mind reverts back to the email I received earlier. I try to get my thoughts to take a different route, but they’re relentless. In my imagination I drop to my knees, taking the man’s raging cock in my mouth. I’m so full, I have to stop myself from gagging. I cup his balls in my hand and lick around the tip of his swollen mushroom head, letting it slide in and out of my mouth. It makes a popping sound each time I let him free. He’s frustrated and gripping my hair, forces me to take him deeper in my throat. I suck hard and he groans, his pleasure evident on his face. He watches me, eyes alert as I continue to suck. He fucks my face hard until I feel his balls pull back, tightening and then he fills me with his cum, emptying his load straight to the back of my throat. I swallow him down and lick my lips. He thanks me and wipes a thumb over my lip, smearing my pink lip gloss and droplets of his cum up my cheek.
“Beautiful.” He said in a deep husky voice.
I couldn’t take any more of the fantasy, so I spread my legs wide apart and shoved my hand down my shorts. I could feel my engorged lips, slick with my juices and I pushed one finger, then another into my pussy. I pistoned them, imagining they’re my fantasy lover’s cock. It took me over the edge and I tried to be quiet--with my friend’s rooms so near to my own—but I had to let out a tumultuous scream as I shuddered with my orgasm. The sound was unmistakable. I felt my cheeks flush so I pulled my legs together, the aftershocks, smaller shudders, still coming. My breath finally evened out. I felt so relaxed, all the tension having left my body. I turned over in bed to finally try to get some sleep.
“I want whatever you’re having.” Kayla shouted out from the adjacent room.
Fuck! I pretended I was snoring by making loud noises as if I was innocent, but in reality my hand went back between my legs, feeling how soaked I was and how much I had dampened my shorts.
**
Our apartment had one open plan area with a dining table to one corner, small kitchen to another and a living room that faced a large balconied patio window. To the back of the room was a long corridor, where at the end were our three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The main tenant, Haley, had the room with the en-suite bathroom and patio window with balcony, and Kayla and I shared the other bathroom. I walked past and could hear the shower running and her singing. I’m not a morning person, preferring to have coffee and breakfast before my own shower so this worked out just fine. I poured a coffee from the pot and took a seat at the corner table, banging my mug down on the table top. Hot coffee sloshed out of the mug, scalding my hand.
“Fuck me, that’s hot.”
Kayla chose that moment to walk through, rubbing her hair with a towel. “Is that what you were saying last night in your fantasies you dirty bitch?”
I blushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“If that’s how you want to play it.” She impersonated my loud orgasm noise. “That noise came from your room last night; you might want to check out what it was.”
Haley turned to us from her position on the couch, tossing her magazine down. “There’s nothing wrong with masturbating. We all do it. Christ I’d have seized up by now if I didn’t.”
“Haley!” We said in tandem. It’s so unusual for Haley to say anything so bluntly.
“Well it’s true. My B.O.B. is my other best friend apart from you two.”
We all laughed.
Haley changed the subject, obviously done with any carnal conversation. “What’s everyone up to today? Anything exciting?”