"ILL CALL U ASAP"

After that dreadfull geometery class I run to my car, open the door and slam it behind me as I start up the car. Then I open my cell phone and press speed dial #1. After two rings she says in a breathy tone, "Spencer, don’t say a word. Just listen to what I’m doing." I hear static on the other line as she tries to move the phone. The static stops and I just hear squish squish. Oh, God, is that what I think that is? She speaks again "I’m playing with my wetness, the wetness you created Spencer, by not being here to fulfill my needs." I start to drive but I can’t concentrate. I put the phone down and put her on speaker phone. I just breathe heavily and put my head on the steering wheel before she continues.

"My clit is throbbing for your lips and fingers to touch it. If you aren’t here in ten seconds I will fullfill my need." OF COURSE I’M IN TRAFFIC! GOD CARLIN WHY DID YOU CHOOSE BOULIVARD? She starts counting back from ten.

"Wait, baby, no! I’m in traffic.."

"..Eight… seven.. six.."

"NO I WANT TO TOUCH IT! STOP!!"

"..Three ..two.. UHHH!" She moans, making the speakers vibrate and making me pound my head into the steering wheel. She starts panting.

"Spencer, hurry, Spencer!!"

"I’m on my way! I promise!" I imagine her rubbing her clit back and forth, her hips jerking up and down. I’m so wet by this image alone.

"As I speak, I’m rubbing my up and down my slit, smelling my aroma, mmmmmm." I love her smell. Damn truck infront of me isn’t moving! I start pounding on my horn, both to tell the truck to move and just letting my tension out. "If you’re not here in twenty seconds I will eat myself, and not leave a tiny drop for you." She starts counting back from twenty. I need to taste her soo bad! Traffic finally starts to move. I take the next exit and go 70 MPH. Making every green light and not caring if I run over an old lady with a walker. Shes down to ten.

"..Nine..eight…"

"WAIT STOP! I’M ONLY 5 MINUTES AWAY! PLEASE!"

"..Three..two..one..MMMMM" I hear her slurping away to her own juices. I can feel my seat beneath me getting soaked. I’m about to cry from lack of anticipatition. Three more lights and I’ll be at her house.

"Right now, my fingers are circling the edge of my hole, lingering to go in, if you’re not here in thirty seconds, I will fuck myself continuesly, and you will miss out on the greatest orgasim I will ever perform… thirty.. twenty nine.."

AHH! Only two more blocks!

"Nineteen.. eighteen.. seventeen.." I finally reach her hundered block and speed into her drive way. I almost forget how to stop the car as I jump out of my seat, keys still in the ignition and car still running. Shit, I only have fifteen seconds left! I pound on the door, begging someone to answer. Kyla comes to the door really pissed off.

"What are you banging on the door for? God show some respect!.." I totally ignore her as I run up three stories to her room, finding her door closed and unfortunetly locked. I hear her on the other side of the door, "..Four..three..twoo.."

"AMY! OPEN UP!" The door magically opens wide. All I see infront of me is an empty bed with wrinkled use sheets and an opened cell phone. "Amy, where are you!?"