The Hookup

I hesitated before hitting send, wondering if “u up?’ was an unwelcome cliché. I couldn’t really think of anything else to say.

“I’m horny, please come over so I can fuck your brains out” just seemed a little too aggressive. “u up?” communicates a very clear message while still giving you some freedom to quickly change directions if things didn’t seem to be going my way.

Deciding that it seemed a little too juvenile, I instead wrote “Hey, are you up to anything right now?” and hit send.

I put my phone down and returned to fantasizing about what I would do to Mike when he got here. I had worked myself up into quite a tizzy, having been watching various hentai for the past few hours. I find hentai entertaining beyond the sexual aspect and was exploring the genre of tentacle porn, surprised to find a warm pressure rising in between my legs.

I stuck a hand down my underwear, feeling the wetness in between the folds of my pussy lips. Wriggling my finger in further, I touched my clit, my ass tensing in response. It was rock hard, which was an indication I needed some dick soon. I could make do with my toys, but that wouldn’t be nearly as fun.