Spencer
I groaned out loud as shots of cum sprayed over my abs. This was the seventh time in twelve hours that I had wacked off thanks to BabyGirl89. The string of pictures she had sent to me last night had been permanently burned into my memory.
The doorbell rang just as I reached for a tissue, removing any remnants of the sticky mess I had made across my abs, and threw a T-shirt over my head. I pulled on my gym shorts and went to the door, pulling it open to see Ainsley standing there.
"Hey, Ains, come on in." She awkwardly smiled and stepped through the door. "Here, give me these," I said, reaching for her bags and setting them on the upper step. "And let me take your coat."
She turned, allowing me to slip her coat from her shoulders and hang it in the closet. She wore a snug black T-shirt and tight jeans that perfectly molded to her tight, round ass. I couldn't help but check her out, her long, shapely legs, perky tits, and nipples hard enough that they called to me. They'd been calling to me since last summer, every time I saw her sunbathing in her backyard. I remembered I had sat in the kitchen across from her father that same afternoon with a rock-hard cock as she came into the kitchen in that skimpy bikini to get a drink. That was the moment that I had begun this descent into imagining fucking Ainsley, her legs wrapped around my neck, panting my name as I pounded into her. It hadn't gotten any better either because every single time I spoke to BabyGirl89, it was Ainsley I imagined.
"Hey, Mr. ummm...Spencer. Where's Nikki?"
"In the kitchen coloring. Come on in. I'm just finishing getting ready."
She stepped by me into the entryway and toed her shoes off. The smell of vanilla invaded my senses. "I see you brought a night bag."
"I did. Just in case you are late. I'll just sleep in the room attached to Nikki's, if that is all right. I also brought some craft supplies, movies, and snacks for us ladies." She looked up at me innocently, and I instantly wanted to bend down and remove that look off her face.
"Perfectly fine. I've got to finish getting ready." Ainsley nodded and wandered towards the kitchen.
I couldn't help but watch as she carried one of the bags up into the kitchen, taking that hot, sexy body away from me. I watched as that perfect ass swayed back and forth, and when I felt my cock start to stir and heard Nikki's little voice start talking to her, I had to tear my eyes from her and head down to my bedroom.
"Oh, Spencer, that is just hilarious." The woman I had been talking to laughed as she ran her hand down my arm. She had been after me all night. I was tired of being fawned over. Women like this only took interest in me for my wallet. I knew it, and they knew it too.
I made a graceful exit, pretending I had seen someone off in the crowd, and quickly escaped the party. I headed up to my office where I closed the door and relished in the quiet. Sitting down at my desk, I removed my phone from my breast pocket, immediately pulling up my conversation with BabyGirl89, and sent out a message.
RomanticAlpha42: Wish you were here tonight. I would love nothing more than to have you on my arm.
BabyGirl89: I'd love nothing more also, but as I said, I have a previous engagement.
RomanticAlpha42: You're making me jealous; do you have a boyfriend?
BabyGirl89: If you must know, I am helping a friend out.
RomanticAlpha42: Is it a male friend
BabyGirl89: Yes
RomanticAlpha42: Why don’t you send me something naughty
I smiled as I hit send. Minutes went by, and then an image populated my screen. My cock instantly hardened at the sight of her fingers inching into her black panties. I licked my lips and ran my hand over the thick, hard ridge that sat behind my suit pants. I felt like I was going to bust when another image populated my screen. This time I was faced with a panty-less, fully-shaved BabyGirl89. I swallowed hard and groaned as I squeezed my cock. As I studied the picture, I froze, noticing something familiar about the blanket underneath her. I looked harder at the pattern in the blanket when a message from her flashed beneath the picture.
BabyGirl89: Are you there? Do you not like me?
I dropped my phone and turned on my computer, logging into the confidential client information area. I quickly searched for BabyGirl89, and within seconds, I was faced with every drop of her personal information. I looked down at my phone at the pictures that were sent and back up to the screen in front of me and thought for a second of what to reply.
BabyGirl89: Well?
I swallowed hard and closed my eyes. I picked up my phone, looking back to the computer screen and staring at Ainsley's name. Then I slowly typed out my response.
RomanticAlpha42: I like you very much.
5
Spencer
I slowly turned into the driveway, put the car in park, shut the engine off, and glanced down at my watch. It was shortly after two. I hadn't planned on being this late, but after finding out that I had been texting with Ainsley for the last month and had seen parts of her I never should have seen, I decided to have a couple of drinks before returning home. I needed to figure out how to end this with her.
I was surprised to see the soft glow of the living room light on through the front window. Ainsley must still be awake, I thought to myself. I felt my heart start to accelerate as I opened the car door. I walked up to the front of the house, put my key in the lock, and turned it, pushing the door open. I was quiet, doing my best not to disturb Ainsley in case she was asleep. I quietly took my shoes off and had just removed my suit jacket when I heard Ainsley's tired voice.