Offline
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~Andy's POV~
Hearing Videochat’s incoming call song usually makes me dance with excitement but today it filled me with dread. When Olivia appeared on my screen with her arms folded that dread turned into panic. “Hey babe” I said quietly.
“I don’t dig the hipster look.” She glared.
“I didn’t have time to shave this morning.” I lied through gritted teeth. We’re not off to a good start.
She sighed. “Whatever. Look, I’m going to make this quick because I’m busy.”
My heart fell into my stomach and bounced around in the acid. “I have 5 assignments due.” I folded my arms and rolled my eyes.
“Excuse me?” She sassily replied.
It’s only been a few weeks since we saw each other last, how dare she break up with me. “You’re excused.” I scoffed and reached for the pack of cigarettes I hid next to the webcam. I didn’t smoke but I lit one up to annoy her and sat back in my chair, stretching my legs out and intertwining my fingers together behind my head.
She sighed and unfolded her arms. “Since when do you smoke?” She barked out the words as though they were a command.
I took a long drag of the smoke and looked right into the webcam. “Since now, didn’t you have something important to tell me?”
She smiled into her webcam. “Drop the attitude Andy.” She lowered her voice and sharpened each word.
Challenge accepted. I let the smoke dangle from the corner of my lip and leaned close to the webcam, my face covering the bottom portion of the computer screen. “Why don’t you make me?” I whispered.
She ended the call and I started coughing. I kept coughing as I smashed the cigarette out in the kitchen sink then dowsed it with water. Great, now my books are going to stink. I just about stopped coughing when my pocket vibrated and I answered a call without looking at the caller ID.
“You better get that big meatwand out and shove it in my mouth.” Olivia said in a sultry whisper.
“Why don’t you freakin’ do it for me?” I lowered my voice, sliding my hand into my jeans and rubbing my disco stick.
“Mmm, I’m gonna undo the button of your jeans with my teeth then pull them down to your thighs.” She said teasingly.
“I’d run my fingers through your hair and pull on it hard enough to make you gasp.” I said, gripping the edge of the sink to make my voice harden.
“I love it when you do that.” She moaned.
I moaned a little bit and inched my jeans down my thighs.
“Let me taste the tip of your life muscle baby, please?” She said moaned louder.
I stroked my microphone and thought of her hot breath and warm tongue until I was moaning with her. With grunts and moans escalating faster than a rocket up a staircase, we released our frustrations together.
I realized I was standing in my kitchen with my pants down and my wonder weasel out, holding onto the counter like I’d like just violated it and needed a minute to catch my breath.
“I always come way before you.” She teased.
“That’s because you start sooner.” I said.
She giggled. “You’re right.”
“Didn’t you have something to tell me?” I reminded.
“Nope. I’m going to hit the showers.” She said quickly. “Sweet dreams.”
“Sweet dreams.” I sighed.
“You gonna hang up?” She said sweetly.
“No, you hang up.” I teased.
“Okay, I’ll hang up first but you owe me.” She teased.
“I’ll give you whatever you want.” A message popped up on Videochat, I pulled my pants up.
“I want you to make babies with me.” She whispered.
“Any time.” I whispered back.
She giggled. “Maybe next time babe. Bye.” She hung up.
I read the screen. She’d typed, “I love you so much babe”. I looked at my contacts, everybody was offline.
Hearing Videochat’s incoming call song usually makes me dance with excitement but today it filled me with dread. When Olivia appeared on my screen with her arms folded that dread turned into panic. “Hey babe” I said quietly.
“I don’t dig the hipster look.” She glared.
“I didn’t have time to shave this morning.” I lied through gritted teeth. We’re not off to a good start.
She sighed. “Whatever. Look, I’m going to make this quick because I’m busy.”
My heart fell into my stomach and bounced around in the acid. “I have 5 assignments due.” I folded my arms and rolled my eyes.
“Excuse me?” She sassily replied.
It’s only been a few weeks since we saw each other last, how dare she break up with me. “You’re excused.” I scoffed and reached for the pack of cigarettes I hid next to the webcam. I didn’t smoke but I lit one up to annoy her and sat back in my chair, stretching my legs out and intertwining my fingers together behind my head.
She sighed and unfolded her arms. “Since when do you smoke?” She barked out the words as though they were a command.
I took a long drag of the smoke and looked right into the webcam. “Since now, didn’t you have something important to tell me?”
She smiled into her webcam. “Drop the attitude Andy.” She lowered her voice and sharpened each word.
Challenge accepted. I let the smoke dangle from the corner of my lip and leaned close to the webcam, my face covering the bottom portion of the computer screen. “Why don’t you make me?” I whispered.
She ended the call and I started coughing. I kept coughing as I smashed the cigarette out in the kitchen sink then dowsed it with water. Great, now my books are going to stink. I just about stopped coughing when my pocket vibrated and I answered a call without looking at the caller ID.
“You better get that big meatwand out and shove it in my mouth.” Olivia said in a sultry whisper.
“Why don’t you freakin’ do it for me?” I lowered my voice, sliding my hand into my jeans and rubbing my disco stick.
“Mmm, I’m gonna undo the button of your jeans with my teeth then pull them down to your thighs.” She said teasingly.
“I’d run my fingers through your hair and pull on it hard enough to make you gasp.” I said, gripping the edge of the sink to make my voice harden.
“I love it when you do that.” She moaned.
I moaned a little bit and inched my jeans down my thighs.
“Let me taste the tip of your life muscle baby, please?” She said moaned louder.
I stroked my microphone and thought of her hot breath and warm tongue until I was moaning with her. With grunts and moans escalating faster than a rocket up a staircase, we released our frustrations together.
I realized I was standing in my kitchen with my pants down and my wonder weasel out, holding onto the counter like I’d like just violated it and needed a minute to catch my breath.
“I always come way before you.” She teased.
“That’s because you start sooner.” I said.
She giggled. “You’re right.”
“Didn’t you have something to tell me?” I reminded.
“Nope. I’m going to hit the showers.” She said quickly. “Sweet dreams.”
“Sweet dreams.” I sighed.
“You gonna hang up?” She said sweetly.
“No, you hang up.” I teased.
“Okay, I’ll hang up first but you owe me.” She teased.
“I’ll give you whatever you want.” A message popped up on Videochat, I pulled my pants up.
“I want you to make babies with me.” She whispered.
“Any time.” I whispered back.
She giggled. “Maybe next time babe. Bye.” She hung up.
I read the screen. She’d typed, “I love you so much babe”. I looked at my contacts, everybody was offline.
It me.
12/6/21