Ginny :P: My fantasy? That’s a hard one, not something I think about very much. Hmmm...let me think.
Tristan: You think, I’ll lick.
Tristan: I trace my fingers across your lips, brushing them...against your clit.
Ginny :P: God, I’m so swollen and wet.
Tristan: I run them down your lips, stroking all the way to your arse.
Ginny :P: My pussy wants you.
Tristan: My fingers are probing, needing to be inside you.
Ginny :P: Stop and play there a moment.
Tristan: I press my middle finger against your bum while I cup and stroke your sex. Your skin so soft and wet.
Ginny :P: You really like my butt, don’t you? Suck my clit.
Tristan: I do. I got your legs over my shoulders and now I press my face to your clit. I dip a finger into your slit and rub it gently.
Ginny :P: You are so hot and nasty.
Tristan: You're squeezing my neck with your beautiful thighs. I press my lips hard onto your clit and suck.
Ginny :P: Mmmm...Tell me how sexy my pussy is to you.
Ginny :P: Suck it. Slide your finger inside me.
Tristan: It's getting bigger between my lips. Your pussy is so gorgeous; it wants me to nuzzle in there.
Ginny :P: Fuck me nasty.
Tristan: I can't resist as I slide my finger deep inside you, it's sticky. I love the feel of it. I have to have you now, need to feel my head buried inside you.
Ginny :P: Hold me down and make me feel it. I like to feel everything.
Tristan: I lift my wet face from your swollen pussy and place my cock at the entrance.
Ginny :P: Lift my ass so you can fuck me proper.
Tristan: Your lips opening as I push inside you, I put my big hands on your bum and pull your hips up.
Ginny :P: God, I can feel you. My hips are rocking. I want it so bad.
Tristan: I can feel the warmth of your pussy sliding up my shaft as I bury it inside you. Oh fuck, that is so good!
Ginny :P: Rock your hips.
Tristan: I can't help but call your name as I rock my hips against you, my head going even deeper. Ginny…Ginny…
Ginny :P: I want to feel every inch of you.
Ginny :P: Oh my god fuck me.
Tristan: Oh Ginny, fuck. My balls are against your bum now.
Ginny :P: Mmm...Yummy.
Tristan: I'm taking longer strokes, you feel the ridge of my cock scraping inside you.
Tristan: My hands are holding you tight, squeezing your hips into mine.
Ginny :P: Fuck me, Tristan.
Tristan: I need my cock deep inside. I'm looking at your beautiful face and it makes me even harder.
Ginny :P: You own me. Get dirty with me.
Tristan: Your titties jiggling on every thrust, my mind is swimming with endorphins.
Ginny :P: Kiss me. Bite me. Fuck me.
Tristan: I whisper "Ginny, you're all mine" as I lean forward and kiss you hard.
Tristan: My hips are thrusting like a jackhammer as I plunge into you over and over.
Ginny :P: Oh fuck, you are amazing.
Tristan: Your creamy cum is running down onto my balls, all over your bum.
Ginny :P: Fuck. My pussy is so wet and creamy right now.
Tristan: It's so wet there as your cream covers my prick, my balls, it feels heavenly.
Tristan: I gotta slow down or I'm gonna cum right now.
Ginny :P: For real? I’m so fucking wet, I’ll have to take care of this. Girlie style. LOL
Tristan: Did you enjoy?
Ginny :P: Fuck, that was sexy.
Tristan: Very sexy, I am hard. Might have to wank again.
Ginny :P: Again? You were wanking? That’s hot.
Tristan: Earlier. Thinking of you. You like wanking? Or I guess ladies don’t wank.
Ginny :P: No, we play, it’s all the same. I’m sorry, sexy lover boy, but I must go. You around later?
Tristan: I’m around for a little bit longer but I’m on site at 8 o’clock in the morning so it won’t be a late one.
Ginny :P: Thanks for the amazing virtual sex. That was really hot. I didn’t know sexting could be so much fun. Wish it were real
Tristan: You really have to go? I could suck your sweet pussy again.
Ginny :P: Thanks tty soon!
Tristan: Fantasy? I want details.
Ginny :P: I’ll think about it.
Tristan: Cheers!
Ginny :P: Back atcha! Bye.
Chapter 11 — Ginny
I couldn’t believe I’d just sexted with him online. It made my heart race and my mouth ache wanting to actually kiss him. The way he described licking me was almost eerie, it was so real…My stomach flipped in anticipation, and I had to keep reminding myself it wasn’t going to happen. Not anytime soon, anyway.
For the rest of the week, things kept heating up between us. Our virtual sexting opened us up a lot towards each other. He sent me a picture of him shirtless and then another of him fresh from the shower, nothing but a towel around his waist. I could see the droplets of water that were trailing down his skin like I was right there. I made myself blush a few times with how much I wanted to lick his hip and abs and…other places.
In return, I sent him pictures of me in my bra and panties as I got ready for work. I put on the lacy red bra I usually only wore for going out on the weekends, and struck what I hoped was a seductive pose, pushing my boobs together and letting him get a good look at my cleavage. And another of my butt with my hips out, hoping he thought it was sexy.
I had never done anything like this before, not even with Brad, and just thinking about it gave me a thrill. Every time my phone buzzed with a message from Tristan, I had to control the urge to grin and lick my lips.
By the time Friday night rolled around, I just couldn’t stop smiling. I’d replayed what Tristan and I had been doing over and over again in my head. If he meant half of the things he said to me, then if we ever did have the chance to get together, it would be a hot, passionate experience for sure. He wasn’t like anyone I had ever met before, and the extra curviness around my tummy and hips seemed to really excite him. That right there was worth its weight in gold to me.
Instead of heading out like we usually did, Kari had suggested that we make drinks at home and have a movie night.
“Saves us money and seeing people we probably don’t want to see,” she pointed out as she poured tequila into the blender to make margaritas.
“So what you really mean is you hooked up with someone that you’re trying to avoid now,” I said, leaning against the counter and chuckling at my friend. “Who was it?”
“Ugh. No one worth mentioning, believe me.” She shrugged. “Seriously, not even worth the time to mention it.”
“That bad?”
“The worst. It was like waking up next to Chewbacca and having a very clear recollection of how he got there. If I go back out he’ll be waiting for me. Breathing heavily. With his mouth open.”
I made a face, shuddering at the implications of that and the mental image. “How did you even end up with him?”
“I was drunk, and he was complimenting me left and right. Don’t judge.”
“I never would. A night in sounds nice anyway, especially since Brad’s been around so much. But it’s also been way too long since we’ve just hung out, you know? And since we live together, that’s sort of weird.”
Kari rolled her eyes and added ice and triple sec. “You know why that is, don’t you?” she asked before hitting the blend button. From her tone of voice, I knew I was going to get an answer to the question as soon as the drinks were ready, and Kari did not disappoint. “It’s because you’re always glued to your frickin’ computer these days. Or your phone.” She poured drinks into tall glasses and added the bendy straws. “We live and work together, and I feel like I never see you anymore.”
“Come on, Kari,” I retorted. “That’s ridiculous. We eat lunch together all the time. I mad
e you dinner last week. I even stopped working out at lunch to spend some time with you.”
“We used to eat lunch together all the time. Now you get a sandwich and go back to your desk so you can talk to Tristan before he has to go to bed. Last week? You made dinner and then went into your room with your laptop to eat it. It’s like living with a teenager.”
“That’s not fair!”
“Oh, puh-leese, Gin. Even when you do remember I exist, all you talk about is Tristan this, Tristan that. ‘Tristan thinks I should try making Greek food. Tristan’s working on a new project at work, and he has great ideas. Tristan’s the only person in the world who matters anymore blah, blah, fucking blah.”
“Ouch! That hurt! I don’t talk about him that much!” And it was hardly my fault if I liked him. He was interesting. And he was interested in me. How could I not talk to him?
“And that’s not fair!” I continued. “You’re supposed to be my friend. You’re supposed to be supportive. Because you’re not so different when you’re into someone. You didn’t hear me getting all bitchy when I had to hear about Mark and Paul and Stephen and James and Timothy and whoever the fuck was the flavor of the week! I listened while you went on and fucking on about their good qualities and then I listened when they were all assholes and you wanted to hire a hit man! So whatever! I’m sorry that I’m such a selfish bitch!”
“You know what the difference between that and this is, though?” Kari asked, leaning over the counter and pinning me with a cool look. “Something happened with all of those guys. Something could happen. We could go out for coffee or drinks. They could dance with me. We could have sex without there being a webcam involved. It was real, Ginny.”
“Oh, like my feelings for him aren’t real?”
“What do you think is going to happen with this guy? He’s going to give up his cushy job in England and move here to be with you forever?”
“I…”
“Or what, you’re going to give up everything you’ve built here and go be with him? Is that the plan? Because really, I can’t see where you two are going with this, and maybe it would make more sense if I knew your plan. What is it, Ginny? Tell me the plan.”
I blinked and lowered my eyes to the counter, not sure what to say. I hadn’t really thought past what Tristan and I were doing, hadn’t even considered the long term. Tristan made me feel wanted, and it had been good enough for the past few months. He made me feel like I mattered. And Kari had a point. But I wasn’t going to let her know I knew she was right. Eventually, he’d want more. He’d want someone he could actually be with and touch and kiss and do all those wonderful things with.
From the look on her face, I could tell that Kari knew she had won. I didn’t want to stand there and let her see how bad I felt. Stupid. Childish. “You’re a bitch,” I said as I turned around and stomped out of the kitchen, grabbing my keys from the hook by the door, and storming out of the house, slamming the door behind me.
The day after the fight with Kari was one of the quietest ones I’d experienced since we’d moved in together. The tension was so thick I thought I would suffocate. Walking on eggshells in my own house didn’t help either. Kari seemed like she wanted to say something, but I wasn’t interested. I didn’t want to hear her apology because I knew she would only be apologizing for hurting my feelings or being so harsh. She wouldn’t be apologizing for what she’d said though, because she had a point and we both knew it.
I wasn’t quite ready to face that. I had fun with Tristan, and after the virtual sex, we had gotten a lot closer and more intimate.
Saturday morning found me home alone in the house, having forgone the usual trip to the beach, so I pulled out my cloth shopping bags, and decided that instead of moping, I was going out to get some retail therapy.
Tristan hadn’t texted me yet either, but I wasn’t going to dwell on it. Instead, I put my phone in airplane mode so I couldn’t receive calls or texts for a while. I was going to go to the market and get some groceries and things I needed. That always put me in a better mood. Plus, I needed to head to the post office, and to the office supply store to buy a new mouse for my laptop. There were plenty of things I could do to keep my mind off everything.
I actually really liked being productive even when I wasn’t hiding from something. It made me feel good to check things off of a to-do list, and the app I used on my phone gave me points for doing things, so my progress actually had a total.
By the time I’d gone to the market and the whole foods store, I figured I might as well swing by the bank and make that deposit I’d been meaning to do all week; and then it was on to the post office.
It was closing in on four in the afternoon by the time I’d got home. I whipped up a chicken salad real quick for dinner and figured I’d watch a movie and relax. Kari was nowhere to be found, which was fine with me; I wasn’t in the mood either to fight or apologize. I sat up on my bed, leaning back on the headboard, and turned on my laptop.
Just as I was about to go to Netflix, the computer trilled with the noise of an incoming Skype call. A picture of Tristan (smiling with wind-blown hair) popped up, and I didn’t hesitate a second before clicking to accept the call.
The screen was dark for a bit and then Tristan’s face was filling my screen. I couldn’t help but smile. “Hi.”
“There you are,” he said, frowning. “I’ve been texting you all day. I thought something might have happened to you. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m alright,” I said, neglecting to mention that I thought I had seen Brad again a few times while I was out. “I just…needed a day to myself.”
“Ah. Well, I’m sorry I interrupted. I was just worried, I guess. I know it isn’t really my place, but…” He shrugged.
I grinned. “No, it’s okay. It’s nice that you care. How’re you?”
He smiled back, and I could see him making himself comfortable on the couch. “I’m fine. I had to work today so I didn’t feel like going out with my mates to the pub tonight. How are you? Did you and Kari head down to the beach this morning?”
I sighed. “No. We’re…not really talking right now.”
“What happened?”
I wasn’t sure how much to tell him. I didn’t want to come off as some clingy girl who couldn’t accept the fact that nothing real could happen between us, but I had gotten so used to confiding in Tristan over the last few weeks that it wanted to come pouring out anyway.
“She…she thinks I’m being stupid for spending so much time talking to you. And about you, I guess. She said nothing can seriously happen between us, nothing real anyway, and you’re likely to forget about me soon as well,” I mumbled, not wanting to say the words.
Tristan was quiet, and my heart hammered in my chest. This would be the perfect time for him to tell me he wasn’t interested anymore or that Kari was right, if that’s what he was going to do. I clenched my hands and made myself ready for it. It had to happen sooner or later, right? So, better to be sooner so neither of us got too involved, even though I was pretty sure it was already too late.
To my surprise, he chuckled softly and leaned closer to his computer, his face filling up the screen. “Do you think you would be so easily forgotten, Gin?” he asked. “Trust me, you wouldn’t. I’ve never done anything like this before, but one day—not even a full day—without talking to you was enough to drive me mad.” He paused a second, playing with his lip like he was thinking, then started again: “Not one day goes by that I don’t think of you. You are the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the only thing on my mind when I go to sleep at night. Do you have any idea the things that go through my head that I would love to do to you if I could? Do with you for that matter?”
I swallowed hard, and my heart raced for a completely different reason. “I think I have some idea.”
His grin was wide and promising. “You probably don’t. Is Kari there right now?”
“No.”
“Good. Do you want to do some
thing with me? Now?”
“Yes.” I surprised myself that my answer was so immediate. I blushed lightly, but he seemed to be pleased about it. He licked his lips and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and looking right at me.
Even though there were miles and miles of distance between us, I felt that look. It made me shiver with anticipation, and I knew that I would do whatever he asked of me at the moment.
He moved closer into the camera lens. “Take your clothes off,” he said.
“R-right now?” I felt a thump in my heart, he was serious.
He nodded. “Yeah. Right now. If you’re alright with it, I mean.”
Hell yes, I was. I stood up long enough to undo the button and zipper on my jeans, sliding them down and shimmying out of them before I sat back down to take off my shirt.
“Knickers, too,” Tristan reminded me, and there was something about the warm command of his voice, even when emitted from my laptop speakers, that made me want to do whatever he said without question. My cheeks were on fire, and I would die of mortification if Kari were to come in and see me like this, but there was also something freeing about finally baring it all for him, especially after the week of sending teasing photos back and forth.
I knew I couldn’t actually feel the weight of his gaze on me, but I felt like I could. My mouth was suddenly dry; I could only hope that I met his standards. I told myself in my mind to shut up and enjoy, even though I felt a little modest.
“You’re beautiful, you know,” he said softly. “I wish I could run my hands over your soft skin, over the curves of your hips, your stomach, and your breasts. Touch them for me, Ginny.”
I hesitated; I’d never done anything quite like this in front of someone, much less on the computer. “M-my breasts?”
“Yes,” he whispered, sending shivers down my spine.
I was nervous as hell, and I licked my lips and raised my hands to my chest, hoping he couldn’t tell they were trembling. My skin was warm where I placed my hands and I proceeded to slide them across the swell of my generous bosom.
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