Matched With Professor

10. Sexting

Nathan’s pov

I can’t stop thinking about her after she left the party.

The moment when she cried out that she felt for me keeps flashing back to my mind, fulfilling my heart.

You know what the most surprising as well as interesting part of English?

Fall in love. Fall for you.

It’s ‘fall’, a verb. That’ s the nature of love.

You can’t control yourself when it happens. You can’t make a prediction so no one would know when it comes. You can’t fall twice at the same time. That’ s what ‘the one’ means.

Such a beautiful language.

Damngood! I can be a f*****g poet! Check this out!

“The party becomes boring

when she is not around.

Nothing is fun

without her.

Nobody cheers me up

as she did.”

_by Nathan.E

“I’m a genius!” I think to myself while calmly smiling to every guest at the party.

Well. I can make a better poet when seeing her. She will inspire me like my muse.

That’s who I am. A guy always thinks about the bright side of himself. It always works when life is too hard. You need to cheer yourself up when it needs to, don’t you?

God! Not working! It’s still hard!

I mean, life.

And my c**k too.

Sorry, God.

I move quickly into the washroom in case someone spots an embarrassing bulge from the lower party of my body.

Where the hell is she! It should be the night of our own! How could she run away after confessing her affection?

Well. She left a kiss too.

No! A kiss can’t do anything. I need more!

There are two voices arguing in my brain because of her.

I can’t leave the party. David is here. My presence till the end means a big support for the dean and the department.

I don’t want to go out for social talks either. There is no way I can focus on what another person says. My mind is stuffed with Kate. Her smile. Her perfect curves. Her witty chats

She said she was asked for by a bestie. Bestie means a girl friend, right? Girls never regard a guy as a bestie, right?

I begin to feel suspicious. How jealous I become!

“For girls, can a bestie be a guy? ” I text to Howard, my ‘bestie’

“WTH r u talking abt? IDK! I’m still frustratingly of working in the company!”  Howard is a workaholic.

“Easy man. Just go home. I don’t want people to say that I’m bleeding you, my partner.”

“Who’s the girl? LOL. You are an expert at girls. You bumped this time?”

“I did not! She said she fell for me!”

“So?? It’s not the first time a girl said that to you. Why is it so special? bc it’s 100th? lol”  I wish he could see how I rolled my eyes at him.

“ And she ran away…”

“Wow. Cinderella play! have you got the heel? Which size? lol ”

“Go to work!”

“Haha. A playboy had a cush! I need to drink to that!”

He doesn’t help!

Howard out! Social media is a good way to kill time in the toilet. I don’t need tinder anymore. I have met Kate. So i********: then.

Wait! What? Is that Kate in the trending post?

I keep rubbing my eyes. A glass of whiskey won’t create hallucinations. It is her. That’s why she said SOS.

Ohh she is stunning under the flashes. So I message her. There’s no reply until I get home.

(Half-awake in the bed)

“How would you want my body? ” She texted me back! I rouse myself.

“I want to lay you down on the bed and take your panties off with my teeth inch by inch sliding down your legs. ”

“My back is arched just thinking about that.”  We are sexting!

“After that I want to circle your c**t and I won’t stop until you tell me to. ”

“I won’t. I’m feeling wet. ”

“And I spread your legs and eat out your wet p***y”

“mhmm.”

“I want to be in you so so bad ” I continue my confession.

…

“I want you to grab me and kiss me back. ”  I’m craving her.

…

She must be touching herself since she didn’t text back immediately. I’m hard as a rock when picturing this.

“And then I’m going to turn you over and put my hard c**k deep inside you”

“can imagine how hard it is”

“And I’ll kiss your neck and slowly go in and out of you.”

 “I will fill you up and make you scream”

“am moaning.”

“I want to dominate you and make you mine”

“Ohhh Nathan. I’m almost there”

That satisfied me a lot. I begin to stroke my d**k quickly and strong up and down.

“I’m stroking my hard c**k thinking about you.”

…

“Then I ride you faster and faster until we c*m”