Room 222 | Tuesday Afternoon

[pursuedthestars]

Jim hadn't had any classes today so he'd gone into town and gotten a haircut. Nothing drastic but things had been getting too long and he didn't want floppy hair. So, haircut. And afterward, he'd stopped for lunch which he'd lugged back to the room.

The food got dropped on his desk and Jim pulled out his chair so he could take a seat and stretch his legs out. He scrolled through a few messages on his phone and even sent a few replies back to random people before he took his sandwich out of his bag so he could start eating.

Look, he was a growing boy and a growing boy needed food and it wasn't his fault the sandwich was messy and huge. He needed his strength for...manly things. Okay, whatever, it just tasted good and he'd wanted to see if he could finish the thing without getting it all over himself.

Sometimes, Jim wasn't the smartest but he'd be well fed.

[Door/post open]

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[pursuedthestars]

You're being very vague.

But, he wasn't dumb so he had some ideas.

What are you angling to see, Natalie?

[whenshewasnice]

You're smart, you figure it out.

That wasn't going to fly with him, was it?

[pursuedthestars]

That's not going to fly.

Not at all, Natalie.

[whenshewasnice]

Boo.

I'm angling to see reproductive organs in ways that make me wish you were here.

Yes, she was amusing herself with that unsexy phrasing.

[pursuedthestars]

The phrasing made Jim laugh and he sent a message back to her while laughing.

What now? That's so clinical.

[whenshewasnice]

What, you don't like clinical?

He had to at least admit that it was a pretty authentically Natalie way of phrasing things.

[pursuedthestars]

I just think you can do better.

Do better, Natalie.

[whenshewasnice]

What will it gain me? Your approval?

No, she didn't think that was it.

[pursuedthestars]

No, but it might get you what you want.

Wasn't that good enough?

[whenshewasnice]

Sigh. If she had to.

Okay. You should get hard for me. With pictorial evidence.

And she sent that with a closeup of her biting the side of her bottom lip. And she even had a little bit of lipgloss on. Makeup experimentation had been a thing with trying on the suit.

[pursuedthestars]

Naughty, naughty.

He got up though to close and lock his door because this wasn't anything anyone needed to walk in on before he unbuttoned his jeans and sat down on the edge of his bed.

I should be able to do that.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie, for her part, had curled up on her couch for now, suit jacket folded over the back of a nearby chair.

So I imagined.

[pursuedthestars]

The only sad thing is that I'm gonna have to do something about it myself once I do get hard.

And that was sad. Jim reached down and started rubbing his cock through his shorts, easing into it since he hadn't planned on doing this tonight. But, he knew what to do and how to do it to get himself hard.

Sad.

[whenshewasnice]

Tragic.

But hey, maybe she could sweeten that for him a little bit by undoing a few buttons on her shirt and sending him a picture of her cleavage? Because it was looking quite nice like that.

[pursuedthestars]

You don't sound at all serious. But, I appreciate the picture.

He bit his bottom lip and kept rubbing his cock, shifting a bit and letting out a little exhale.

Very nice.

[whenshewasnice]

I know.

And she let that be her response for a moment. Because it took a sec to get up and pad on over to her bedroom. Where she snapped a picture of the contents of her bedside table.

He could now get sentimental about how her vibrator and cuffs and lube had all traveled through the dimensions with her.

[pursuedthestars]

You're an awful person.

Jim finally pushed his boxers down and wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking himself quickly and curling his toes into the carpet. He palmed the head of his cock and applied pressure where he knew it counted and let out a low moan.

Jerk. See if I show you how hard I am.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie snickered at that response, because she was awful. She shed her suit pants, finally, and picked up the vibrator and the lube before flopping down on her ridiculously comfortable bed.

See if I show you anything I might do with those.

[pursuedthestars]

Jim shook his head and didn't reply immediately because he was too busy snapping a picture of his hard cock which he promptly sent to her.

Have fun.

[whenshewasnice]

That does really make me miss you.

She wasn't even lying. Too bad he couldn't see the way she licked her lips when she got that picture. Too bad for him.

But she did get a picture of her underwear around her ankles.

Miss me?

[pursuedthestars]

Uh huh.

He eased his strokes on his cock, still touching but not trying to get himself off just yet.

What are you about to do?

[whenshewasnice]

Wouldn't you like to know?

Of course he would. That was just to tease him before a photo of the vibrator showed up, all nice and lubed up.

[pursuedthestars]

You're an evil person.

But, he was licking his lips and stroking a little harder now.

[whenshewasnice]

And you're typing excellently for someone who's aching to be here instead of this toy.

So of course in the attached photo, he could see said toy juuust about pushing into her.

She snapped that and sent it quickly before she had time to change her mind. Dirtiest photo she'd ever taken and everything.

[pursuedthestars]

"Jesus."

Yes, he said that and didn't send it. He hadn't actually expected her to send anything like that and it'd caught him completely off guard. His grip tightened on his cock and he breathed a little heavier.

Getting yourself off while thinking of me?