EroticReverie

*commissioned*

"I can't stop thinking about your sweet pussy"  the text reads in the middle of lunch when I check my phone and I bite my lip and lean back in my seat with Brett my boyfriend beside me talking to his friends while I text back his father. 

"I'm at school." I reply.

"I know. I'm imagining bending you over your desk and fucking you in front of the class." he replies and I press my legs together and reply. 

"I'd love that." I reply. 

"Does it get your pussy wet Abigail?" he replies.

"Yes." I answer. 

"Show me." he replies. 

"Can't. At lunch. Next to your son." I type and look up and around at the table, but everyone has their own conversations going, or are looking at their own phones. 

"Don't tell me you can't Abigail. Take that wet pussy to the bathroom and spread your fucking legs and snap a picture of what's mine with your fingers buried inside." he types and I inahle and click my phone off, and then excuse myself to go to the bathroom. Brett smacks my ass when I get up and I just giggle and keep walking. 

I pull my leggings down and my panties and grab my phone, and lean against the wall of the rest room and slide a finger into my pussy, taking pictures. Then send a few to Brant. 

"You're a little slut Abigail." he types. 

I bite my lip reading the words and reach back down and rub my pussy. 

"A bad little slut, that needs to get that pussy fucked." he types. 

"You still fucking that pussy with your little finger Abigail?" he types and I moan, pumping my finger back into my pussy, using one finger to type and replying with just "yes" . 

"I'm in my office, stroking my cock , your little cunt has me so hard." he types. 

"Show me." I reply. 

I moan when a picture comes through a few seconds later of his cock , no hand on it, no tricks or holding it a certainw ay or taking it from a certain angle to look bigger. He was big enough to not need any of that. The large vein snaking the length of his cock, bulging , his prominent head, leaking pre cum. 

I slide my finger out and use two hands to type. 

"I want you in my mouth" I type. 

"Too bad, next time I see you, you're getting that pussy fucked" he types. 

I moan and gasp when my phone rings silently with a face time call and I click accept. 

With a finger to his mouth , to keep quiet, he angles the camera down, showing me his other hand stroking his cock. 

I breathe slightly heavy and then lower my phone, showing him my fingers rubbing my clit and then my finger sliding in and the wet sound of my pussy is loud enough for him to hear. 

I watch his cock on my screen, wishing I could hold my phone closer. 

"fuck" he mutters through the screen. 

"Face" he says. 

I lift the phone. 

"fucking beautiful baby" he groans. 

"I'm so horny" I whisper. 

"mmm, I cant believe your in the bathroom at school rubbing that little cheerleader pussy for me" he groans quietly, and Im almost not even able to make it out. 

"you know what I want you to do Abigail?" he whispers and I moan quietly. 

"I want you to go find Brett, and let him feel how wet I make you, let him finger that sexy little cunt for me since I'm not there to do it myself." he says and I moan. 

'can you do that for me baby?" he asks and I nod. 

"Good girl....text me when you're done cumming all over his fingers. " he says and then ends the call. 

I text Brett , and tell him to meet me in the theatre behind the curtains. 

It was a popular hookup spot for people, because it was barely ever used even when they were working on plays. 

I leave the bathroom and wait behind the curtain. 

"Babe?" I hear his voice come from the seating area and I pull back the curtain. 

He smiles. 

"Babe?" he grins. "You need me baby?" he asks. 

I nod and he hops up on the stage and walks over to me and I immediately wrap my arms around his neck and he grabs my ass as I kiss him hard. 

"Fuck me Brett" I breathe. 

"Mmmm baby, right here?" he asks with a grin and I nod, and whimper pitifully. 

"Damn, okay baby" he pulls me behind the curtain and pulls my pants down, as I put my hands to the wall at the side of the stage. 

"Tell me you have a condom"I whine. 

"Of course babe" he says and I hear him unzip his pants as I reach down between my legs and rub my pussy. 

"hurry" i whimper and he groans and I hear the rip of the foil and then a few moments later, he's nudging against my pussy and then pushing into me. 

I moan as I feel the sensation of him sinking into me, and I listen to him groan and grab my hips and then he starts to fuck me fast. 

"Harder" I plead. 

He goes faster.

'Harder!" I beg. 

I yelp when he slams hard into me. 

I groan, frustrated because he still goes fast, like a god damn jack hammer, that's not penetrating me fully, not slamming and pounding my pussy the way his father does, and I realize in that moment, this is what Brant wanted. he wanted me left unsatisfied, and craving him. Reminding me of how good it felt fucking him, compared to his son 

"Brett please...fuck me harder baby" I moan. 

"I am baby, shit" he groans and grunts and then I freeze when his hips jerk and he groans, panting and coming to a fucking slow stop and breathing heavily. 

"God baby, you make me cum so quick" he groans into my hair, kisses the back of my head and slips out. 

"finger me" I moan. 

He groans slightly and I look over , seeing him slipping the condom off and then tossing it to the floor. 

"We should probably stop now baby, before we get caught." he says and pulls up his pants. 

Before his father, I would have took this as reasonable. He's just trying to keep us from getting caught. But now I realized Brett for what he was. He was a selfish lover. A taker, not a giver. Just a teenage boy, who wanted to cum, and once he did, he was satisfied and unconcernred with whether or not I had. 

He smacks my ass. 

"you coming over after school , we can do it then and I ca-"

"no." I say and pull up my pants 

"Oh you have practice?" he asks his brows pinching. 

"No." I say and glare at him and then stomp off. 

"Babe! Whoa! Wait, what's wrong ?" he asks and grabs my arm. 

"Nothing, just forget it" I say pulling on my arm. 

"It's just hard to make you cum baby, you know that, we dont have a lot of time you know?" he says and I scoff. 

The urge to make him aware that his father can do it minutes bites at my tongue, stopping me. 

"Yeah, you're right." I say. 

"babe, i love you" he says and pulls me into him and I look away as he kisses my cheek and nips at my jaw and then my neck. I close my eyes and try to imagine Brant kissing me and holding me. 

I moan. 

"come over later" he groans. 

His voice breaks my trance and I push back and shake my head. 

"Sorry, cant, stuff I have to do." I say and kiss his cheek as the bell rings for the end of lunch. 

"alright...well...ill text you" he says and I just nod and walk out of the theatre. 

I pull my phone out and fire off a text to Brant. 

"I need you. Tonight. I want you to make me cum. " I type. 

"Come to my office when you get out of school." he replies. 

I bite my lip. "Really?" I ask. 

"Yes Abigail. Really." he says. 

"Wont there be other people there?" I ask. 

"yes. So you better keep that slutty little mouth shut and stay quiet while I fuck you over my desk."