'Look at you, running over here like an eager little rabbit,' he says with a wicked smile. He's wearing a white tank and dark jeans, and I can see the straining bulge in the front already, confirming the picture he sent me is from just moments ago.
When I reach the door he shoots me a smile and waves me inside. Carrington has the garage open and the white light spilling out onto his driveway is a beacon. I start to jog but I'm only going three houses down. My mouth is dry and I hurry out the front door. I ignore her kicked puppy look and head upstairs to put on shorts and a tank top. 'Don't stop it on my account,' I say, getting up from the couch. She sighs 'We'll finish the movie later.' I shouldn't do this, but I don't think I can stop myself. I quickly turn my phone face down so no one else sees. A flood of adrenaline and I can hear my drumming pulse so clearly that I'm afraid everyone else in the room will too. This time it's a picture, a rigid cock sticking out of an open fly. A minute passes and my phone buzzes again. I check the text and it's just two words 'come over'.
We used to do this every Thursday but now that I'm in college we keep it going when we can.
