by Mia Clark
"Mom!" I screech.
"What, it does!"
I grab my phone up off the bed quick and hide it from her. I lift up my pillow and thrust my phone under it, but not before looking at the screen, and...
Yup, right there as a notification, it says:
Finished downloading... Stroking-my-cock-for-Ashley.mp4
Above, there's a text message notification from Ethan. Enjoy, Princess ;)
Ugh. Why is this happening to me.
How long is the video, too? Is it really Ethan stroking his cock for me? I kind of want to watch it, but my mom's in the room.
Alright, calm down, Ashley. Don't look too excited. Your mom can't know you're excited about Ethan sending you movies of him stroking his penis. That's just weird.
"It's a joke," I tell her, forcing myself to laugh. "It's really a video clip about... it's a funny cat video. You know how popular those are."
"Oh, is it?" my mom asks. She's got this demonic smirk on her face, and I don't like it. "Let's watch it, then. I love funny cat videos."
"Um..."
"I don't think it's a funny cat video, now is it?" my mom asks.
"Um... no..."
"You and Ethan are sweet together, Ashley. If you want to send each other private, intimate things, that's fine. It's for your eyes only, of course. I don't like it when you lie to me, though. Understand?"
"I know," I mumble. "Sorry. It's embarrassing, that's all."
"I won't judge," she says with a wink. "You shouldn't be embarrassed about having a boyfriend who loves you and is both sexy and sweet to you. When you find someone who is willing to give you both the sugar and the spice... well... you know they're a keeper, Ashley."
"You're not mad at me or anything, are you?" I ask. "About... about any of this?"
"No, of course I'm not mad at you," she says. "I'm kind of jealous, actually. Does your boyfriend have a father, maybe? Do you think I can seduce him?"
I don't know why I think that's so funny, but... I burst out laughing, and I can't stop. My mom smiles at me. I give her a silly look and stick my tongue out at her, and she sticks hers out at me back.
"He does," I say, nodding but still laughing a little. "I think you can seduce him, too. People might think it's weird, though. Seducing your daughter's boyfriend's father? Strange!"
"Oh, I don't care what anyone thinks," she says. "As long as he's nice to me, I'm fine with it."
"He is nice to you," I say. "I like you two together, Mom. I'm glad you found each other."
"Thank you, Ashley," my mom says, smiling bright. "Are you hungry? I saw a nice Thai restaurant on the way here, and I think we should check it out."
"Ooh, that sounds good."
"Let's go, then! Oh, your stepfather is going to stay overnight at a hotel by Ethan's college to help him out with a few things, so I've got the night free, too. Want me to stay here with you? I can get a hotel room, or if your roommate doesn't mind I can sleep on the floor, or we can share a bed. They're kind of small, though, huh? Whatever you want."
"Can you stay here with me?" I ask her.
Is that childish? To ask my mom if she can sleep over with me in my college dorm? I think I'm supposed to be an adult now, but I like when my mom's around. We used to do silly sleepovers when I was younger, and we'd set up a tent in our living room and put a fire video on TV and pretend we were camping. It was fun.
"Sure," she says. "That'll be nice. I haven't stayed in a college dorm in awhile. I can relive my wonder years, or whatever you call it. Oh! We can do each other's nails! Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Mom, I'm an adult now. You realize this, right?"
"So what? I've been an adult for awhile, too."
"...Can we try finding some pretty nail polish patterns on Pinterest and doing those?"
"Of course we can!"
"I need some alone time to talk with Ethan, too, though... about funny cat videos."
"Well, duh," she says, as if this should be obvious to everyone. "Is that what we're going to call it?" she asks. "Funny cat videos?"
"Um... yes..."
"Let's get food, then I'll go for a walk to leave you two alone for awhile, and then we can hang out. Sound good?"
"Yup, sounds good!"
"Alright," my mom says. "Good."
I don't think I'm supposed to be this excited about our plans, but I am. We leave my room and start to head down the hall to the elevator, but halfway there I realize I forget my phone.
"I'll be right back," I say. "If the elevator comes first, I'll meet you downstairs at the car, alright?"
"Sure," my mom says. "I'll see you soon, hun."
I run back to my room and open the door, rush to my pillow, grab my phone, and...
The notification is still there.
Finished downloading... Stroking-my-cock-for-Ashley.mp4
Um...
I really shouldn't, but...
My mom is waiting, so...
I sit on the bed and click to play the video. It's only ten seconds or so long. Ethan has the phone between his legs, the camera facing up his body, showing his proud, erect cock, with his fingers wrapped tight around it, and his abs, sexy and flexing, further up, then...
Oh my God, the look on his face is delicious. His eyes are closed, and he's biting his bottom lip, and I kind of just want to lick my phone screen to see if I can taste him. I kind of wish I could lick a little more, too. I almost die of an arousal overload when Ethan strokes upwards, then rolls his thumb across the head of his cock, coating his finger in precum and rubbing it around, leaving his cockhead shiny and glistening, just begging for me to wrap my lips around it.
When the video is over, I hit repeat to watch it again. It finishes, and I hit repeat again. Is there a way to make my phone just keep repeating this? I feel like it gets better and better the more I watch it.
My mom is waiting, though! Life is difficult sometimes.
I stop the video, then send a quick text to Ethan.
Your Princess enjoyed it! I love you, Ethan. I love your cock, too. Excited to see you both again. Will call you soon. Going to dinner with Mom now. Bye.
I rush out of my room before I get too distracted again. My mom isn't in the hall anymore, so she must be downstairs. I wait by the elevator and hit the down button to call it to my floor.
My phone buzzes. It's a text from Ethan.
I love you, too, Princess. All of you, even your perfect as fuck pussy. My cock misses both of you, but I think he misses your pussy more. It's cool, more of the rest of you for me. Going to dinner with Dad, too. Sexy call later or regular?
I text back quick.
Sexy, please?
Another buzz.
Your wish is my demand.
I laugh.
It's command, Ethan.
Buzz.
Fuck that. I'm demanding it.
The elevator dings and stops at my floor. I step in and send one last text.
Well... if you insist... I liked the teaser trailer video you sent me but I want to see the full movie. That's my demand. I'll show you mine if you show me yours <3
Before the elevator doors close and bring me down to my mom, I see Ethan's final text.
Deal. No more teasing, Princess. It's a rule ;)
*** Ethan
Dinner with my dad is nice. We used to go out to dinner a lot, but I guess now it's different. It's not like it was bad before, at least as far as dinner goes, but it was just ordering food, making the least amount of small talk possible, eating the food, and that's it. I think we always used to talk to the waitress more than we talked to each other.
If you're lucky, sometimes you end up sitting next to another small group and you can talk with them or whatever. It's not like either of us is bad at talking to people, we've just, uh... we've never been that great at talking to each other.
With strangers, there's no history, you know? You don't know anything about them, and you'll probably never see them again. They could be the best pers
on in the world or the worst person in the world and it won't matter, because it's just dinner. It's not hard to eat food in the same general proximity as someone else.
"So, what are your plans for school this year?" my dad asks me.
We're at a local sit down restaurant and bar. They cater to the college crowd, or their families. Right now it's families, since the week before going back to school is kind of a big deal. It's a cool place and I've been here before. Can get a little rowdy during the school year, but usually it's just a low key place to hang out and relax. They've got live music a few times a week, and free popcorn instead of bread rolls.
I shrug, not sure how to answer my dad's question. "I don't really know. I guess I'm just going to check what classes I need to take to fill requirements and go from there."
"You do realize that Ashley has had all of her courses planned out for weeks and she registered early through the online registration portal, right?" my dad asks with a sly grin.
"Yeah, well, she knows what she's doing. I'm just kind of winging it over here."
"I don't know if that's true," my dad says. "There's football, too. Right?"
"Yeah..."
"You skipped the training session weeks during the summer. To be honest, I was kind of surprised about that."
"It's not that big a deal," I say. "Look, I like playing and all, but it's not like I'm going to go anywhere with it. I don't even want to. I guess I sound like an asshole by saying that since I have those scholarships for playing here, but... yeah... you know how many people make it to the pros from college? Not a lot."
"I know I haven't really made it easy for you, Ethan, but sometimes you need to work hard for what you want, too. We've kind of had a rough start to this whole father-son thing, but if playing football is something that you really want to do, I think you should try and do your best."
Look, I get it. I understand what my dad is saying, and I don't exactly disagree with him, but... for real, playing football isn't something I want to make a career out of.
Yeah, I'm kind of a cocky jerk sometimes, and I like to take my time in the spotlight when I have it, but I don't want to be like that all the time. I don't want to be some arrogant celebrity that everyone either loves or loves to hate. I don't want people scrutinizing my every move, questioning my motives constantly, and...
I guess they do that now. It's not like I blame anyone. It's just small time stuff, though. I don't know. Maybe I'm trying to rationalize and just make shit up to make myself feel better. Who knows?
"I kind of want to do something else," I tell him. I haven't told anyone this before, except Ashley. I feel like she's more understanding than my dad, though.
"Like what?" he asks.
Right then the waitress brings us our food with a smile. She's young, too. Pretty sure I could get her number if I tried. That's what I would have thought last year. Now, uh... I don't know? Good luck, lady. I hope you find a nice guy. I'm taken.
I grab the ketchup bottle and pour some onto my plate, then put the top back on. I didn't order anything fancy, just a burger with bacon and blue cheese, some spicy fries, and a pickle spear. My dad ordered a chili cheeseburger with waffle fries.
I start to eat, hoping we can just forget about what we were talking about before, but no such luck.
"You can't get away from me that easily," my dad says, grinning. "I don't expect a full profit and loss statement report from you or anything, but I'm curious what my son is interested in for his future. Favor me for a moment, will you?"
I take another bite of my burger, then wash it down with some water. The fries are good, too. Have to eat one of those. And another. My dad's just watching me. Watching and waiting. I wish he wasn't rich and used to watching and waiting for things to happen with his investments. It's annoying when he does it to me, too.
"It's dumb," I tell him. "I'll tell you, but I don't want twenty questions here or anything. It's just an idea I had, and I didn't think about all of the aspects and angles or whatever the fuck else is involved."
"Of course," he says, like he's in some zen-like state with infinite patience. This is his business presence. Fuck. "You're only a sophomore in college. It's perfectly understandable. You've got plenty of time to prepare."
"Yeah, whatever," I say, taking another bite of my food. I chew slowly, then swallow. "You know dating sites, right? Like OkCupid or Match.com or Plenty of Fish or whatever?"
"Yes," my dad says with a nod.
Alright. We're off to a good start.
"I want to do something like that, but more out there and in the open. Like a dating club or something. Not just a regular club, but a club catering to a certain kind of person. I don't want assholes in my club, or guys just looking for one night stands or whatever. Yeah, I get that it sounds like I'm being a hypocrite, but whatever."
My dad laughs. "I don't think you're being a hypocrite. So far so good, though. What else?"
"I was talking with Ashley about this. We've talked about it a few times, just, uh... generally speaking, right? There'd be a website to start, but there wouldn't be dating profiles or anything. More like background checks and personality tests. Stuff like that. So you go to this site and sign up, do your thing, fill out the information, and then if everything checks out, you get special access privileges. So it's like a VIP club for single people looking to meet someone in person for possible dating purposes."
"It sounds... interesting," my dad says.
Fuck, I hate how he says that. I get it, Dad. It's a stupid idea. Whatever.
"Right," I say, dismissive. Who cares?
"No, I'm being serious, Ethan. It does sound interesting. I can see where there might be a few pitfalls. How can you guarantee that people fill out the information accurately, for example? What if they're not single? But, in general, I think it's definitely an intriguing idea. Could I make one suggestion, though? Just something for you to think about."
"What kind of suggestion?" I ask.
I need to know what I'm getting into before I agree to this. My dad can get a little intense sometimes with business things.
"Obviously this is a preliminary idea, and I don't want to get ahead of myself or try to steal your thunder, but I know someone who might be interested in helping with something like this. An investor, if you will. They deal in entertainment venues. More in terms of resorts than anything, but it can be similar."
"Who? The Landseers?"
"Oh, you keep up with my business current affairs, do you?"
"Yeah, I guess," I say. "Their son goes to school here, too."
"Well... I won't bring it up to them. I'll let it be your thing if you want. I can help you with a meeting, though. I think it's something they'd be interested in. If you were to perhaps transition the club idea to more of a singles resort, with all the amenities that something like that would involve, catered to more of an adult atmosphere, you'd have something really special on your hands. You could obviously maintain a club like you mentioned on the resort, too, but..." He trails off, letting me think of the possibilities.
And... yeah, huh? Holy fuck, that's a lot of possibilities.
"So, what do you think? Like... a beachside resort?" I ask. "That could be cool. Really cool. Huh. Like a fucking... week long fantasy vacation or something for single guys and girls, or whatever. Spas and shit. Boats. Sightseeing and tours or whatever. Fuck, this is good."
"Just a thought," my dad says. "Think about it, alright? If you come up with an actionable business plan, I'll see if I can set up a meeting. It'd be a lot of hard work, though. I just want you to realize that ahead of time. You'd need someone to set up and maintain the website, and then the resort, and everything in between. You'd be responsible for something more important than people's lives, and that's a lot of responsibility to have, Ethan."
"Huh?" I mean, yeah, I'd get people to sign waivers or something... if they went parasailing or whatever, you know? I don't get it.
"Their love, Ethan. You'd be r
esponsible for their love. It's the kind of thing people spend their entire lives looking for, hoping to find the right person."
"Is this some Moulin Rouge All You Need is Love thing you're going for?" I ask.
"No, it's The Beatles. They're much better. Trust me."
I laugh. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
We go back to eating, just making small talk after that. It's nice. Food is nice. Thoughts about the future are pretty nice. Registering for classes tomorrow isn't so bad.
When we're almost done eating, my phone buzzes. I've got a text message. That's nice, too.
I check quick, despite my dad giving me the evil eye for pulling out my phone during our meal. He flags down the waitress to pay the bill while I read my text.
Oh man, and what a text it is...
It's from Ashley.
Almost done eating and going back to my room. Mom's going for a walk so I'll be alone. Are you ready? Can you talk in private? I miss you. What do you want me to wear?
Why are you doing this to me, Princess? She's just so fucking... cute and sexy and I want to fuck her so bad right now. I love her, too, and making love is nice and all, but right now is a time for rough sex and fucking if you ask me.
How do you have rough sex on the phone, though? Fuck if I know.
I text her back quick while my dad hands the waitress his credit card to pay for our meal.
Nothing. You better be naked as fuck and wet and ready for me when I get back to my room, Princess. We're leaving now. I'm hard as a fucking rock for you. I need you so bad.
She doesn't text me back at first. It's cool. Maybe she's getting ready? That's fine by me. More than fucking fine, actually. My dad and I head out to leave. I get another text when we step out the door.
Fuck, I think I broke her.
Ummmmmmmmm......... k!
*** Ashley
I don't know what I'm doing, or what we're doing, or how we're doing this, or...
It's supposed to be phone sex, right? I think. What if we change our minds? What if we use the webcam instead? Or the face-to-face thing on our phones? Oh, that could be fun!