The next several days after Sluggers were a whirlwind of sexting and phone sex. Mark and I were getting pretty swept up in the thrill of whatever was happening between us. Or at least I was. But it felt like he was right there with me.
We started talking every night. Mark stayed up chatting with me after his wife went to bed. I would talk to him on my way home from night class or work, or I'd let him distract me from reading or studying, to make me cum.
I always hid the calls and texts from Molly. It felt strange to have such a big secret; I was normally pretty open about everything. But it was also really hot.
For example, one night that week, Mark was texting me and working on turning me on while Molly and I were cooking and eating dinner together:
Mark: I bet she sees you smiling at your screen
Sam: Yeah :)
Sam: And writhing in my seat a bit
Mark: Where is she now?
Sam: Sitting across from me at the table
Mark: Daring
Mark: Facing her?
Sam: Yes
Sam: So I can hide my phone lol
Mark: Good slut
Sam: Mmm
Mark: God I want to feel your pussy
Mark: Feel your ass
Mark: Your mouth
Sam: Fuck
Sam: Me too, all of it
Mark: I want to make you cum so bad
Sam: Mmm me too
"Who are you texting so incessantly over there?" Molly asked with a smirk.
"No one," I said, barely hiding my grin. "Just someone from work, asking me about covering a shift for them this weekend."
I knew Molly wouldn't buy my obvious lie, but luckily she didn't press me any further for the moment.
Trying to compensate, I forced myself to put the phone down for a few minutes and focus on the meal and Molly. We talked about our days and other random stuff. I'd already silenced my phone so that there wouldn't be constant dings or vibrations from Mark's messages, but even as I tried to focus on the conversation at hand, I couldn't think about anything other than wanting to read his texts.
At the next break in conversation, as Molly got up to get us both more wine, I caved and clicked on my phone again. There were several new texts waiting:
Mark: That pussy must be wet
Mark: Lips so swollen
Mark: Clenching hard?
Mark: I want you to clench your pussy
Mark: And release
Mark: Keep doing that for me
Mark: I want to push in deep and feel that clench
Mark: Then I want to pull out a little and feel it squeezing just below my head
Mark: So tight as I push back in
Mark: Holding my cock inside as you squeeze around me
Mark: I want you to be my slut and cum
Mark: I want to feel how wet and sloppy you are
Mark: I want to hear that wetness
Mark: Your moans
I nearly cursed out loud as I read through the messages, feeling my pussy clench on cue, squeezing my thighs together. I bit my lip to hide my grin as I texted back,
Sam: I can't cum in front of her! Lol
The three dots popped up immediately, showing Mark was already responding.
Mark: Go to your room
Mark: Or the bathroom
Mark: Call me when you get there
Mark: I want to hear how hard you cum thinking about me fucking you
Sam: Fuck
I got up right then, in the middle of dinner, and just told Molly that I'd be right back before rushing out of the kitchen. I went down the hall to my room and closed the door behind me, already dialing Mark's number.
"Hi," he whispered, answering on the first ring.
"Hi," I whispered back, a smile already growing on my face. "I just walked away in the middle of dinner."
He chuckled, "Naughty girl."
"What are you doing?"
"Just went into the bathroom, hiding out. Let's be quick."
"Okay," I agreed, smirking to hear that he was getting close with me.
"Tell me how you'd want me to fuck you right now."
"Ooh god," I breathed, feeling a jolt of pleasure between my legs from his words.
I closed my eyes and imagined falling onto the bed and feeling Mark climb on top of me. His hands on me, sliding my shorts and panties off, pushing my legs up and back. His cock sliding inside of me right away, fucking me slowly at first, then building quickly.
I told Mark everything I was thinking, flopping down on my bed and sliding a hand in my shorts and panties, touching.
He groaned. "I can feel it building, your body shaking."
"Yess," I whimpered.
"Touch yourself now. Slide your hand into your shorts and underwear. Play with your pussy for me," he directed, his sexy, gruff voice in my ear.
"I am. So close already," I breathed amidst soft moans.
"Fuck. You're so hot as you get close. I'm so hard."
I moaned louder, imagining him hard and stroking in his bathroom, hiding out from his wife. There was another tingle of pleasure, and I felt myself getting wetter. "Keep going."
"Pulling back and flipping you over onto your stomach, dragging you up by your hips, onto your hands and knees."
"Ooh fuck..."
"Rubbing my cock along your slit, then pushing deep inside you. Squeezing and slapping your ass. Pulling your hair and fucking you hard."
I felt his words in my pussy, and then I was rolling over the edge as my fingers rubbed frantic circles over my clit. "Oh my god... I'm cumming... fuck!" I struggled to control the volume of my moans and the spasms, causing my whole body to arch and jerk.
"That's it, cum hard for me," Mark said, encouragingly. "You're such a naughty slut. That's so hot that you got up in the middle of dinner to cum for me."
"Mmm," I moaned, coming down from the orgasm. "I love cumming for you, listening to your voice."
"Yeah? You like being my slut?"
I sighed out another soft moan, reacting to his words once again, my pussy clenching, thighs squeezing together. "Yes. I really do."
"Good. I like making you my slut. I want to hear how wet you are for me."
"Okay," I agreed easily.
"Good girl. Hold the phone down by your pussy while you finger yourself. Are your clothes off?"
"No, I just had my hand inside my shorts and panties."
"Pull them down now, so I can hear you."
"Okay," I agreed again, lifting my hips to slide the shorts and panties down in one movement. I glanced out the window, my curtains wide open to the view of another apartment building right across the street. I had a brief thought of getting up to close the curtains, but quickly dismissed the idea as I pulled my shorts and panties off over my feet. I brought the phone down near my pussy, spreading my legs and sliding two fingers inside, thrusting them in and out and hearing the sloshing sound of my wetness right away. I started thrusting and rubbing faster, making the sound more audible and working myself up again.
After a few moments, I brought the phone back to my ear. "Could you hear it?" I asked Mark.
"Yes, I heard it. Your pussy sounds so wet. I remember how wet you felt the other night at Sluggers."
"Yeah, you made me so wet that night. I came so hard on your fingers. And I've gotten so wet every time we've talked since then."
"Mmm I like that a lot. Do you hear me stroking for you?"
I listened carefully as he moved the phone down towards his cock. I heard the slick sound of his hand sliding on his cock quickly, either wet with pre-cum or lubed up with something.
"Yes, I can hear it," I told Mark when he brought the phone back to his ear.
"I'm gonna cum thinking about how good it'll feel to slide my cock into that wet pussy of yours. I need to feel you soon. We need to find a time."
"I want that so much," I moaned, breathing hard again, feeling close to cumming a second time.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum really hard for you."
"Mmm," I moaned. "That's so hot."
"Cum again with me," Mark ordered. "Rub your clit. Cum again before you go back out to dinner and have to figure out how to explain to Molly where you ran off to."
"Fuck..." I muttered, feeling so close again.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," he groaned, then grunting repeatedly.
I imagined each grunt was timed with a spurt of cum shooting from his cock. That's all it took to send me over the edge again. "Oooh god," I moaned, jerking up and grinding on my hand again. "I'm cumming, too!" I felt the wetness spreading over my pussy as my fingers rubbed it around.
"Mmm," Mark moaned softly once the groaning subsided. "You came again when you heard me cumming?"
"Yes," I breathed, coming down and relaxing onto the bed again. "Hearing you grunting like that and imagining your cum shooting into me."
"Fuck, Sam. That's so hot."
"Mmm," I sighed. "I want you so much."
"You're gonna have me soon," he promised. "I have to clean up."
"Okay," I agreed.
"And you have to get back to your dinner."
"Yes," I laughed softly.
"I'll text you later."
"Okay. Have a good night until then."
"You too. Bye for now."
"Bye," I said with a smile, then hung up. With a last sigh and a big smile on my face, I pulled my shorts and panties back on as I got up, straightening my clothes and hair before heading back out to the kitchen.
Molly was scrolling on her phone at the table when I came back. "Everything okay?" she asked, looking up when I reentered the room.
"Yeah, sorry. I just wanted to call to get the shift figured out, and she was offering to take one of mine in exchange, so I had to look at my calendar to figure it out." It was still a terrible lie, but I was fairly proud of myself for coming up with something fairly plausible.
"No worries," Molly said easily.
Did she actually believe me?
"Want to watch an episode of 90210 before homework time?"
"Yeah, let's do it," I agreed eagerly. I actually had a ton of work to do and knew I'd be up late, but I felt like I needed to agree to anything Molly asked me to do. I guess it was probably the guilt, knowing what I just did, and what I was keeping from her. Either way, watching TV with her was way more fun than all the reading and other assignments I had waiting.
***
The constant texting continued for the next few nights. Mark always wanted to know what I was doing, whether I had been turned on at all during the day, whether I'd touched myself or done anything with anyone.
Mark: You're going to cum every night until we find a time to get together again
Sam: Oh?
Sam: Will these orgasms all be your doing?
Mark: You tell me
Mark: Anyone else making you cum these days?
Sam: No, not on a daily basis lol
Mark: No boyfriend?
Sam: You're just asking me this now? Lol
Mark: lol
Sam: No boyfriend
Mark: Fuck buddies? Random hookups?
Sam: Not lately
Mark: Then yes, all of your orgasms better be my doing
