Me: So did I.
So where do we go from here?
I want to ask…but I’m afraid to know the answer.
So instead, I take the sex route.
Me: What are you wearing?
Jolene: Wouldn’t you like to know? [smirk face emoji]
Me: I would. It’s why I asked. I keep picturing you in a t-shirt and nothing else.
Jolene: Well I do have bottoms on this time.
Me: Send me a pic.
Jolene: No.
Me: Text sex?
Jolene: I have to be honest. I have no idea how to have text sex.
Me: It’s easy. I say dirty shit, you say dirty shit, we both get off and end the conversation with smiles.
Jolene: Okay. I’ve got a few minutes.
A surge of heat pulses in my balls.
Me: Start by getting naked.
Her reply takes a few beats.
Jolene: Done. Take your cock out. Feel free to send me a dick pic. Or a pic of those abs of yours.
Me: No pics. Then I can’t run for president someday.
Jolene: Do you want to run for president someday?
Me: No. It’s just a saying.
Jolene: I’d be happy to put you in touch with some friends who could help run your campaign.
Me: We’re getting off track here.
Jolene: Fine. What are you wearing since you won’t send me a pic?
Me: I haven’t changed since I got home, but you told me to take my cock out, so it’s out.
Jolene: I wish I was there to suck it.
Me: Fuck, Jo. Sometimes you say things that catch me completely off guard.
Jolene: That’s the goal. Are you hard?
Me: Yes.
Jolene: What are you thinking about?