“He sent a dick pic, didn’t he?“
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
She blushed.
“Er… yes.“
“Then tell him that.”
“Nooo. I can’t do that...”
“Okay.”
“I couldn’t write that to him.”
“Okay.”
“You want me to just tell him I think his cock is pretty?“
“He won’t get mad, that I can promise you.”
“But I can’t write that.”
“Okay.”
“»I think your cock is pretty.«?”
“Yes.”
There was a moment’s quiet, while she sat and stared at her phone. Then she wrote.
“There!“, she said and looked up.
“So cool!“
“He’s replying,” she said and looked down on her phone again. Then she read. Then she wrote. Then she read again. Then she wrote again.
“Just so you know, I just agreed to let him send me some more dick pics.“
She looked at her phone for a while.
“That sure is a pretty cock,” she said, not taking her eyes off the phone, “And so big! I could definitely have fun with that.“
Hearing her say that made Tom’s dick twitch in his pants.
Then she wrote again. Then she read again. Then she wrote again. All the while he massaged her feet and tried to make out her facial expressions.
“What are you writing?“, he asked. She looked at him and hesitated.
“You don’t need to know,” she said, “You better concentrate on my feet. You’ve been massaging in the same spot for a while now.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
He looked down on her feet and moved his thumbs to another place. He liked when she spoke to him like that. It excited him. Which he knew she knew, and he was also painfully aware that was the main reason she did it. And he loved her for it.
She was looking at her phone.
And they went on like that for a little while – Hannah in her chair, chatting with Anders, Tom kneeling in front of her, massaging her feet. After some time he noticed that she started squirming a little in her chair, and her breathing quickened a bit.
Then she looked up at him.
“Alright, enough with the massage,” she said. He immediately let go of her feet. She got up, took off her pants and panties and sat down again.
“Get over here,” she said and spread her legs. He pushed the piano stool aside and moved in between her legs. She was wet all the way down the inside of her thighs.
“Stroke it. Gently,” she said and turned her attention back to her phone. He reached out and touched her wet pussy. He slowly moved his finger up and down on the slit, all the way from her perineum to her clitoris and back down again. She sighed and joggled her hips slightly.
And they sat like that for a while, as she chatted with Anders.
Then she looked up again. Her eyes were very dark.
“He…” she cleared her throat, “He asks if I want to come to his place next Saturday.”
“Really?“
“Yes,” she said. She was hoarse. “What should I say?“
“What do you want to say?”
“I… I want to say yes.”
“Well, you don’t have to ask for my permission. I give it wholeheartedly.”
There was a moment’s quiet. Then she spoke again.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Okay?“, he asked.
“Okay. I’ll do it.”
As she spoke those three words, Tom felt his blood rush to his face, and the excitement washed like a wave through his body. But he managed to keep his voice steady as he answered.