My Second Chance at Love

Productivity

Emma’s POV…

I was so grateful for the lunch bell on Monday, not because I was hungry. I just needed to text Andrew. I shot him a text. It was just a picture of me smiling. It was a fake smile but a smile. I’m hoping he sends me a picture back via text. I want a picture of him that’s just for me that I don’t have to screenshot. I don’t want him to know that I’ve saved a picture. He sends me a picture of himself holding this huge piece of wood in one arm while he’s up in the air. He has a massive smile on his face. He tells me to enjoy my lunch. Yeah right. He’s just gorgeous. The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. His eyes are perfectly blue and have smile lines beside them from lots of laughter. You can tell he spends time outside. He’s got a little more than a scruffy beard and it’s dark red. His lips are so full and absolutely kissable. I wonder if they’re soft. I wonder how his beard would feel against my neck. Oh my gosh, he’s so damn sexy. My stomach just clenches thinking about him.

I text him and say, “Be careful. That looks heavy. Text me later.”

I go back to his picture. His teeth are even perfect. I’m so out of my league here.

The next two class periods pass without any major issues. After the final bell I pack up. I have no grading to complete and all my lesson plans are up to date. I’ve got fifteen more minutes and I can head to the bank. As the time passes I send a snap of my cleaned off desk to Andrew. Followed by a picture of my feet propped on my desk. I figure he will laugh over it. I caption it with, “hard at work.”

I immediately get a snap back. He’s smirking, as usual. He captions it with, “ naw. I’ve been hard at work. Every time I look at the picture of your wet p***y, I’m hard as hell. That’s hard at work.”

I literally laugh out loud. That picture seems like days ago. I can’t believe he’s been looking at it. I immediately get wet thinking about him looking at my picture.

I bite my lower lip and snap a picture. I caption it with, “if you only knew the reaction you just caused with that confession.”

The response is a phone call. My phone rings as I’m walking outside to my car.

“Hello?”

“This is not fair,” Andrew all but groans into the phone.

I giggle because I knew I’d get a reaction, just not a phone call.

“What reaction did I cause? Tell me Emma.”

I laugh now. “I can’t yet. Give me a minute.”

“You’re walking. Are you going to your car?”

“Yeah,” I’m still snickering. He sounds pained.

“FaceTime me when you get there.”

“Okay.” I end the call. I unlock the car and put my stuff in the passenger seat. I crank my car and it roars to life. I love my car.

I grab my phone and FaceTime Andrew. He picks up immediately.

“F**k Emma. What reaction did I cause? Tell me, please babe.”

I smile at him. He’s so damn sexy. “I’m just, ummm, well.” I feel my face turning red and my lower parts are getting more and more wet. It’s almost embarrassing. I take a breath and just say it. “It made me wet, really wet.”

“Can you show me?”

“Umm I’m still in the parking lot, so no, but give me three and maybe.”

“How dark are your windows?”

I grab my phone and turn it so he can see. They’re tinted dark. They aren’t legal, but theirs barely past legal.

“Yeah you can’t do what I want there. Where can you go?”

“Honestly? My patents live less than a block from here and they are out of town starting this morning. I’ll go to their driveway. It’s hidden behind their house.”

“Go! Now! I need to see.”

Oh my god, it’s like the flood gates opened up. I back out and turn left out of the parking lot. I drive a half of a block and turn right into their driveway. As expected, no one is here.

“Okay. I’m parked. No one is around.”

“Pull your skirt up and lean your seat back. I’m dying over here. I need to see.”

Just hearing his gravely voice has the wetness intensifying. I lean my seat back enough to where I can scoot down some and shimmy my skirt up. I’m breathing so hard.

“Show me those tiny little panties.”

I turn the camera to forward facing and show him my thighs and then my hips and finally my panties. I hear his sharp intake of air.

“Open up for me and slip your finger inside. Let me hear and see your juices. I wanna know how much is there.”

Oh my word, this is hot. I do as I’m told. I spread my legs and slide my hand up my thigh. I go on top of my panties and then dip it inside the side. The sound of my arousal is so audible. I slide my finger up and down then pull it out. It’s drenched. So much so that when I pull it out of my panties a droplet lands on my thigh.

“F**king hell. We’re gonna get you off quickly, okay Emma?”

I cannot answer so I just groan. He continues to give instructions which I follow precisely.

“Imagine my fingers where yours are. Just be warned Emma, they’re rough and big. Rub them up and down your wet little slit. Yeah baby just like that. You hear that? Hear how wet you are. Mmmm I can’t wait to taste you. Oh yeah. Now circle that little c**t baby. Rub it hard. I’m gonna suck it when I can. I’m gonna nibble it. Keep rubbing it.”

The entire time he talking, his voice is getting more and more gravely. It’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever head. Combined with the physical sensations, I can’t handle it anymore and I explode in my damn car. I’m panting like I’ve run a damn race and I don’t run. I reach for my glove box and grab a napkin for my fingers. I’m gonna have to go inside my parents house to get wiped up and to make sure that I don’t have all kinds of stuff just sitting in my leather seats.

As soon as I started to tremble, Andrew started cooing softly, “that’s right baby. That’s my girl. Just like that. Mmmm I wish I could lick you clean. Oh damn girl you look so damn good when you come.” I switch hands and look at him. I start to shake my head and smile at him.

“Feel better? Ain’t s**t broken about you. Screw him. I can’t wait to tell him how many times I’ve gotten you off. Tell him all the spots he can’t hit.” I gape open mouthed at him. If I had not just had an earth shattering orgasm, I’d be ready for another.

“I hope you do. I hope you tell him all of that. Now go to work, Andrew. I have a massive mess to clean up and a bank account to set up.”

“No. Show me the mess first. I caused it, I get to see it.” I shake my head and disconnect.

Oh my word. Seriously! I stand up. The way the parking area at my parents is set up, it’s blocked from street view. No one can see me, so I don’t take the time to right my skirt. My car seat looks like I pissed in it. I snap him a picture of my thighs with all kinds of liquids running down them. Then I snap him a picture of my car seat. That should shut him up as he probably thinks I peed.

I go inside and clean up. I bring a towel out and clean out my car, disinfectant it, then I head to the bank. Once I set up my account, I head to my apartment. I’m shattered. It’s been a very productive day.