Looks like sweet little Haven was thinking about me. Tucked in warm and tight in that sorority house bed I put her in. Maybe even touching herself the way I’m about to.
@lee.haven
It’s the least I can do.
I open my messages, reading through the texts Haven sent me last night.
My eyes narrow when I check the timestamp.
What is this girl doing texting me at midnight? She should have been sleeping. I didn’t get her into that sorority so she could party all night.
No.
I put her there so I’d know exactly where to find her when I wanted her.
@rooke.bastian
You were up late last night.
Breaking curfew already?
I doubt she’ll even be awake, especially after going to sleep past midnight. But I wait for my message to be delivered, absently stroking my cock.
One tick.
Two.
A second later, they turn blue, then she types out a response.
I smile, the hand on my cock gripping tighter as I work my shaft.
@lee.haven
Kinda early to be bossing me around.
Guess it comes naturally to you boomers.
How easy it is for her to forget that she’s speaking to a teacher, not one of her friends. Although judging from the response I got from Hillary yesterday, Haven doesn’t have any friends. She didn’t even know who I was talking about when I was arranging Haven’s boarding.
@rooke.bastian
Just looking out for your best interests, dearie.
@lee.haven
Call me that again and I’ll block you.
@rooke.bastian
You should.
I’m a bad influence.
I spit in my hand and wrap it around my cock again. My crown is already tingling, pressure building, so I go even slower, edging myself.
Is she still in bed?
She doesn’t have any cute pajamas, so I’m assuming she’s wearing one of those large, stretched out t-shirts she had in her car. The ones I had laundered because they reeked of poverty. And because my sweet girl deserves clean clothes that smell just like mine.