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JASPER: Good girl, Darling Devin. winky face emoji

The winky face emoji she got, he was proud of wearing her out and keeping her awake, the good girl, while causing her pussy to spasm, was confusing. Before she could dwell on it too long another text came through.

JASPER: What are you wearing?

DEVIN: Ninja Turtles Underoos and chicken leg socks?

DEVIN: image

It was a lie, the Underoos part anyway. She was wearing his tee she snagged from the hotel, because it smelled like him, and Tuesday underwear even though it wasn’t Tuesday.

Truth be told, she only owned Tuesday, no other day. Because to her, Tuesday was the best day, it meant she’d made it through Monday. To her Tuesdays represented survival and optimism. It was weird, she was aware, but she never claimed a badge of normalcy.

However, she was proudly wearing chicken socks and snapped a picture as proof and sent it before she could think better of it.

She watched the dancing dots and pulled the pillow over her face and let out a very teenager sounding arrrggghhhh.

“Who sends a grown ass man a picture of themselves wearing chicken socks?” she asked the empty room. She assumed he was trying to sext her and she not only turned it into a joke, she backed it up with photographic evidence.

The dots were still bouncing when she texted first.

DEVIN: Unsend Unsend UNSEND!!!!!

JASPER: That’s sexy as fuck sweetness. I’ve got my cock out and I’m typing one handed.

JASPER: (image)

Devin couldn’t stop staring at the picture he sent. It was the first dick pic she’d ever gotten. Not exactly, internet creepers sent them out like candy, and there was one time Scott accidentally sent one to her when he was trying to send it to someone else. But that was Jasper’s dick and he’d sent it to her on purpose.

DEVIN: Wow. Chicken socks for the win. I’ll have to leave a product review now for sure. These socks are amazing. They look cool AF, keep my tootsies nice and toasty, and even resulted in an unsolicited, but not unappreciated dick pic. 5 stars… highly recommend!

JASPER: hahaha it was a fair exchange… you sent me two feet, I replied with one.

DEVIN: As amazing as your cock is, it’s not 12 inches.

JASPER: It is if you use the correct measurement, well over in fact thank you very much.

DEVIN: ?? Correct measurement?

JASPER: Yeah. The CM side of the ruler. That’s for correct measurement. I’m a solid 17 I’ll have you know. Maybe even 20 if I measure from underneath. You can double check my work next time I have you naked and screaming my name.

Devin laughed out loud. She couldn’t help herself. And not just a normal, dignified chuckle. She was full-on belly-busting snort laughing. Something she hadn’t done since she’d left Omaha.

The person in the room next to her knocked on the wall behind her head.

“Sorry.” She apologized. Knowing they’d hear her through the paper-thin walls if they’d heard her laugh.

DEVIN: You just got me in trouble with the people next door. I was being too loud. I think your 4th grade teacher taught you how to use a ruler incorrectly. Those are centimeters Jasper. Inches are the other one.

Fuck. She just said people next door. Jasper would realize she wasn’t at home. Their neighbors were close, but not close enough to hear her laugh.

JASPER: Shut your lying mouth. LOL My dick is 17 inches long, and I’ll hear no more insults about him. :-(

DEVIN: Fine, but even by the correct measurement, you’re still above average. And … you use it well, so you have that going for you. Even earned you a chick – (en socks) pic.

JASPER: Thank you. Is all this talk about my dick making you hot? Are you touching yourself and moaning my name at the top of your lungs? Is that what made your neighbors mad?

So, he had noticed her slip of the tongue but didn’t seem to puzzle it out. He’d never actually been to Devin and Harmon’s place, so he had no idea. She breathed a sigh of relief.