EroticReverie

Josie Jensen 

He told me I was gorgeous. And I live on that high all night long. And I ride that high like a feral female fan as I drain the charge in my rose when in bed later that night. 

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I’m putting together a reel of clips to post to the teams Instagram. Checking their interactions one by one. Answering a few messages from the other guys on the team and rolling my eyes with a laugh when I see Kyle Horowitz has flooded an entire screen with notifications from liking all my recent photos. 

“Va va voom Josie” he says in a DM and has attached a picture from my page. I’ve got on a little black dress. My hair is up and I’m standing with a friend as we both tip our champagne glasses on New Years. Maybe it was my lingering sex drive from thinking about Cooper all night and all morning that didn’t prompt me to tell him that was kind of inappropriate. But it was also harmless. 

I just send a laughing emoji in response. 

“Damn girl. You look incredible. But I already knew that.” Kyle types. 

“Careful Horowitz” I type back. 

“You got a man Josie?” He asks. I chew my lip. I needed to squash this line of conversation with him. But it also wasn’t really crossing any line and I was stuck in that female purgatory of not wanting to seem like a “bitch” or causing any negative tension. 

“I don’t believe that’s a work related question.” I reply. 

“Oh come on. Friends can’t have conversation?” He says. 

“I’m single.” He adds. 

“Good for you.” I reply. 

“You got anymore hot as fuck photos of you in that dress?” He replies. 

I suck in a breath. Okay. That’s crossing a line. Right?

“Nope.” I reply. 

“I’ll wait if you wanna put it on and send me a selfie.” He says and sends a winking emoji. 

“I don’t think so sir. We’re ending this line of conversation now.” I say. 

“Why? It’s fun. Put the dress on for me Josie. Please?” He replies. 

I huff and type back. 

“Not happening. Nice try. Don’t you have practice or something constructive to be doing for your assignment?” I reply. 

“Nah. No practice. Not for an hour. I can make a post for you though.” He says and sends a winking emoji. 

“For TONY.” I remind him of the trams owner. The reason I have this job. 

“No thanks. That one all for you Josie.” He says with a wink and I see I’ve been fucking tagged in his story. 

“Oh Jesus” I roll my eyes and shake my head. 

It’s not that Kyle is unattractive. He’s not. All the guys on the team are ridiculously good looking. But it’s the fact he’s tagged me in a selfie of himself. Holding the phone out completely shirtless and cutting it off right above his lower pelvis where a pair of shorts hang low on his hips. 

“Hot for teacher.” It’s captioned. With my name tagged. 

“Take that down right now.” I reply. 

He sends a laughing emoji. 

“I mean it Kyle. That kind of thing could have me losing this job.” I say. 

“Please take it down.” I say. 

“Alright. There.” He says and I check his story to see it’s removed. 

“Thank you.” I say. Then he sends the photo in the chat. 

“Now it’s for your eyes only.” He says with a winky face. 

“Save it for the fans.” I reply. “Do not send me any more direct shirtless photos.” I say putting my foot down. He HAD to know this wasn’t okay. 

“Would you prefer me without pants instead?” He replies. 

“I’m serious Kyle. This isn’t appropriate.” I reply. 

“Fiiiiine. If you change your mind though, let me know, I’m not just a beast on the ice Josie.”

I roll my eyes. 

“I won’t change my mind.” I say. 

“We’ll see babe.” He replies and I growl at the “babe” and the cock sure “we’ll see”. 

My phone rings and I look at it. Smiling when I see it’s my brother. 

“Hey!” I answer. 

“Hey Jojo” he says and I scrunch my nose. I liked my nickname my brother gave me when I was younger. Not so much now. But I’d never tell him that. 

“What’s up? Everything okay?” I ask. 

“Of course it is. I can’t call my little sister?” He asks. 

“You can. You just haven’t. In like. Two weeks. I thought you disowned me.” I tease. 

He asks me about the job and I don’t mention that the owner is a creep, or that I’m trying to be courted via shirtless dm pics from a rookie, or that I have a huge day crush on Cooper to the point of borderline excessive masturbation at night. 

After I ask him how his training is going and how his girlfriend is doing he then brings up the real reason for calling. 

“I’m getting you a new car.” He says. 

“What? No. Jack, I don’t need a-“

“Cooper told me it’s a death trap.” He cuts me off. 

“It’s not a…what? He did? When?” I ask. 

“The other night. Then again this morning. And then sent me a picture of it after practice. That thing is ready to go to the graveyard Josie.” He says. 

Cooper messaged my brother about my car? He was THAT worried about it? I kinda like the fact he said something to Jack , but also am kind of annoyed. Simply because I don’t want Jack wasting his money. 

“Jack, the car is fine. It’s runs fine.” I say. 

“If I don’t buy you a new car , this is what I have to look forward to multiple times a day till I do.” He says and then a second later sends a screen shot. 

At the top is “MOTHERFUCKER” for Coopers contact name and I laugh slightly at that. 

Then I see the picture Cooper sent of my car driving away after I’d driven off. The bumper hanging slightly. Rust all over the back end. 

“Get your sister a new fucking car shithead.” 

“Youre pissing me off letting her drive that death wish around.”

Then I saw my brothers reply. 

“I told you. She won’t let me. She’s in love with that car.” 

“I don’t give a shit. Get her a new fucking car.” Cooper replies back. And I feel my insides ache. Specifically between my legs. Shit. Cooper was really set on this whole new car thing. 

Another screen shot comes through. From earlier this morning. 

“You get your sister a new car yet?” 

“Not yet motherfucker.” My brother replies. 

“The fuck you waiting for? Get on it. Fucking now Jake. I’m serious. You didn’t hear that thing last night when she turned it on.” He says and I roll my eyes.  My car was NOT that bad. Could I use an upgrade? Sure. Would it be safer than what I had now? Maybe. Did I absolutely NEED one though? No. 

“You got till the end of next week.” Another screen shot starts. 

“Or what?” My brother replies. 

“Or I’ll buy her a goddamn new car myself.” He replies. 

“Youre REAL worried about my little sister Cooper. You got something to tell me?” My brother replies. 

My eyes widen. There’s no further screen shots. 

“He just messaged me that. Why is Cooper so worried about you?” He asks. 

“No idea. Because my car is fine!” I say. Trying to avoid what he’s insinuating. 

“Why is my best friend ready to buy my little sister a car?” He replies. “What’s going on with you two? Don’t lie to me Josie.” 

“Are you on drugs?” I ask. 

“Nothing is going on other than him mean mugging my car everytime he sees it.” I say. 

“Think about what car you want. So I can end this. My best friend isn’t buying my little sister a fucking car.” He says 

“I don’t need a new car!” I argue. 

“Well you’re getting one. If you got a problem with it. Take it up with Cooper. It’s his fault.” My brother says and I growl. 

“I will!” I huff. 

“You sure nothing is going on between you two? I know you had a thing for him when you were younger. “

“Augh. I’m hanging up!” I say. 

“Love you too !” He says. 

“Love you punk.” I huff. 

Then our call ends. 

I pull up Coopers text to me the other night. 

“Youre in trouble. And I’m seriously considering  scratching those gold stars out of your helmet next time I see you.” I type. Was I really mad? No. Not really. 

“You can try. But you won’t succeed. I earned those babies.” He replies. 

“I take it Jack texted you about the car?” He asks. 

“He called me. And blames you for my apparent assignment he’s given me to pick out a new car.” I type. 

“About time.” He replies. 

“I don’t need a new car Cooper.” I reply. 

“Yeah Josie. You do.” He says and I growl. 

“Says who? You?” I ask. 

“Yeah. Says me.” He replies and I sink my teeth into my lower lip and hate how turned on I am by a man I’m not even dating telling me what to do. 

“You need help picking one out?” He asks. 

“No. Because I’m not getting a new car.” I say. 

“I will smash the one you have to bits if you make me Josie.” He says and I lick my lips. 

“I’ll have you arrested.” I say. Even though we both know I’m full of shit. 

“Fine by me. If that what it takes to get you into a safer car.” He says. 

“Cooper!” I reply. 

“You have a color in mind?” He asks. 

“I should block your number.” I reply. 

“That’s mean.” He says. 

“I don’t want a new car.” I say. 

“So, you’re fine with everyone worrying about you in that scrap of metal?” He asks and I frown. 

“Nobody is worried other than you Cooper.” I reply. 

“We could argue all day and night about this Josie, and I will. You’re getting a new car. Deal with it gorgeous.” 

My jaw drops. 

“You can’t just gorgeous me and expect to get your way! Callahan!” I type. 

“We’ll go to the dealership Monday.” He says. I scoff. 

“I’ll pick you up , in MY car. My SAFE , non prehistoric car with an engine that’s not about to die on the highway.” He says. 

“No.” I reply. 

“Yes.” He sends back. 

“Damnit Callahan!” I reply. 

“See you tomorrow at the game , bring my gold stars for that tik tok.” He says and I can’t help the smile on my face as I also growl.

“No. You’re banned from receiving anymore gold stars. You’ve pissed me off.” I type. 

“Youre gonna bring those stars. Just like you’re gonna get a new car Monday.” He replies. 

“I’m going to wear the other teams jersey tomorrow .” I say. Not at all meaning it. 

“I dare you. see what happens.” He threatens. 

“What’s gonna happen? Other than a mean mug?” I type. 

I see him typing then stop. Then start. Then stop. 

“Scared to reply?” I tease. 

“Just, Be a good girl Josie.” He replies and I suck in a breath and then exhale a moan. 

Oh shit. 

“Okay IceDaddy” I reply. Oh my god. My fingers have a mind of their own. What the hell. 

“Dont ever say that again.” He replies and I laugh to myself as my thighs rub together. 

“Why not?” I reply with a smirk as I look at my phone. 

“I think you know why Josie.” He replies. 

“I don’t. Tell me Ice Daddy” I say. Playing with fire. Oh god. My phone rings. I smile as I bite my lip. I answer. 

“Ice Daddy? Is that you?” I ask. 

A low growl comes through the line and sends a straight bolt of heat to my pussy. 

“Josie.” He growls my name. 

“Yeah?” I answer 

“Don’t. Say that. Again.” He says and I hum. Was he really upset by the name? And think it was stupid? Or was it because it had the same effect as him telling me to be a “good girl”? 

“Tell me why not? Why should I listen to y-“

“Josie” he growls. But it’s a fucking groan. 

I’m silent. 

“You need to stop.” He exhales. 

“What am I doing?” I ask. 

He growls in frustration. 

“Quit being cute with me.” He growls. 

“I can’t. It just come naturally” I say and he exhales. 

“Fuck” he sighs. 

“I..I’ve gotta go. Don’t you dare wear the other teams jersey. Not even as a fucking joke.” He warns and I smile. 

“No promises Ice Daddy” I say.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-“ he growls and stops himself. 

“Youre gonna what?” I tease. 

“The only time a woman is allowed to-call me daddy is when I’ve got her in my fucking bed Josie. So knock it off unless you want me to put you there.” He says. 

I pause. Oh. so, he wasn’t annoyed. He was turned on. 

“Jesus.” He groans. “Sorry that was-fuck.” He growls.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Cooper” I say. Nearly ready to fucking finger bang myself with him on the line. Hearing him frustrated, sexually, was , mmmmmm. 

“Josie, shit, I’m sorry , that was out of line and I -“

I cut him off. 

“I said I’ll see you Saturday, Ice Daddy.” I say. Making sure he knows. I’m ready to suffer the consequences. Take me to fucking bed Callahan. 

“..Jesus Christ” I hear him exhale as I hang up the phone.