Futanari Family: Secrets
I was sitting in my dorm room in my underwear flipping through Reddit, when my phone beeped.
“What are you doing?” It was Brad the guy I had been fucking for a few weeks. He was a football player, a quarterback for our university.
“Wishing this room’s ac got f’n cold.” It felt like it was a hundred degrees in my room and I had the ac on and my roommate’s floor fan blowing straight at me.
“So, u r hot.”
“Fuck yeah, it’s a thousand degrees here and besides that, I am always hot. :)”
“I wish I was there.”
I read the words and thought about how long it was going to be before I saw him. Six days. I fucking hate football.
“Me 2.” I slid my fingers across the screen and sighed. Six days, what the fuck? He had already been gone for one day and I hadn’t gotten a chance to fuck him for two days before that because he had some weird, fucking superstition thing about sex before a big game.
I threw myself back on the bed and pulled up Reddit for the fifth time that day.
“I’m in the hotel room.” His message showed across the top of my phone.
“Good for you” is what I wanted to say, but I knew better than to pick a fight for a no reason. “R u alone?” I pulled out the little drawer in my nightstand and glanced at the door to make sure it was locked.
“Yeah. R u?”
I thought about video calling him and fucking getting off that way. We could sext, and I cold masturbate, but I liked the idea of trying something new. I hit the button next to the little picture of him in his football uniform and the phone rang.
“Hey babe!” Brad’s face filled the screen of my phone and a little square popped up in the corner, so I could see what I looked like to him.
“Hey,” I moved the phone to the nightstand, leaning it up against some books, and then moved back on the bed so he could see me.
“Oh, yeah, look at you.”
Even on the little phone screen, I could see his eyes moving up and down my body. I moved back against the wall and positioned myself, so he could see all of me. “You like that?”
“Yeah,” he laughed, “that’s my favorite bra!”
It was. I hadn’t worn it specifically for this, it was just a happy coincidence, but he loved the way the demi kind of pushed my tits up and together. “Move your phone back so I can see all of you,” I said playfully.
The camera’s view bounced and shook and went dark and then incredibly bright like he had thrown it out a car window, but it finally settled, and he was lying back on the hotel bed with the phone positioned somewhere around his feet.
“Nice,” I cooed. He had taken off his shirt and was lying back on the bed in just a pair of shorts.
Brad was almost exactly what you pictured when I said he played football. He was six feet four, sandy blonde hair, and a face that looked like it was chiseled by one of those Italian sculptors they talk about in art appreciation. He was the biggest and tallest guy I had ever dated and just looking at him lying back against the headboard made me crazy horny.
He flexed his arms and his biceps were as big as grapefruit. “You like that, sweetie?” He winked and moved his pectoral muscles up and down in rhythm.
It was one of my favorite tricks and I laughed like a school girl. “I can’t believe you are gone for a whole week,” I pouted. “It’s too long.” I whined the words and pushed out my lower lip.
“I know,” he stared at my chest via the phone’s camera, “it’s the only trip this long and besides, I’ll be back before you know it. There’s only 6 days left.”
“Yeah, but it’s really 9 days,” I crossed my arms covering my chest. “That’s too long. I might have to go find satisfaction somewhere else.”
“No fair,” now it was Brad’s turn to pout, “that’s not even funny. You know I don’t fuck around when there’s a big game. I got a lot riding on this, my scholarships and stuff, you know.”
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