Warning for sexual content. It's not very descriptive, nor is it a body to body scene, if that makes sense? Y'all will figure it out- tbh it's more dirty talk than anything lmaoo-
Casey
"Fuck," I curse, staring at the wet spot on my sheets. That did not happen. That dream didn't exist. Oh my gosh, I'm going to Hell. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
How could I have a wet dream during a short nap? How could I let myself do that? How could I let myself have an erotic dream about my boyfriend, who doesn't want to be sexual? Does this make me an awful person? Oh my gosh, I can't handle this.
I keep staring at my messy bed, sighing under my breath. Embarrassment and shame churns through my stomach. Dirty thoughts linger in my brain, struggling to leave. No matter how much I try shifting my mind to something else, I end up thinking sexually.
Maybe I should bring it up to Westley? I don't want us to do anything, but I feel awful knowing I've been thinking sexually of my boyfriend. If I tell him, maybe I won't feel as if I'm commiting a crime after each unpure thought. After that dream, I definitely need to read the Bible or something.
I check my phone, seeing a few missed text from Westley. After having a brief conversation, Westley asks for us to call after he finishes cooking dinner. I agree, but am nervous to call him due to recent events.
Maybe I could watch TV? That's a good idea.
I turn my TV on, instantly regretting the decision. I had forgotten about the movie still playing from last night and where I turned it off due to this same situation. The sound of erotic moans catches my attention, sending heat to my crotch. I snap my head towards the screen, seeing bare body parts move together. Within seconds of me staring, a tent grows in my boxers.
Why the fuck did I pick this movie? Why did I just get horny to that? Is this cheating? Oh my gosh, am I cheating on Westley?
I flicker the movie off, blinking.
I'm not sure when Westley is going to call, so maybe I have time. As long as he doesn't call me within the next 5 minutes, I can bust a quick one, right? Yeah, 5 minutes, give or take, and everything will be fine.
Within seconds, my pants are on the floor and my lotioned hand dips into my boxers. I bite my lip, quieting the noises that threaten to roll out my mouth. It feels like months since I've touched myself. How have I lasted so long without orgasming?
Minutes pass by, my pleasure building up in my gut. I speed up, causing my erection to throb in my hand. I can practically taste my orgasm waiting for me. It's on the tip of my tongue, begging to be swallowed whole. I need it. I need to release. I need to-
My ringtone interrupts me. Of course Westley calls me when I'm seconds away from cumming. Are you kidding me? "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I whisper to myself, yanking my hand from my underwear. After wiping my fingers off, I answer the phone, hoping Westley doesn't question why it's taking so long.
"Hi, baby," Westley sings. I return the words, my voice not as enthusiastic as his. I almost groan at the strain in my boxers, guilt swallowing me whole. I'm the worst boyfriend ever. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay, yeah." I definitely blew my cover. However, I can't let him know I was in the middle of jerking off before he called. What if he thinks I'm perverted and want to be sexual? I mean, I only would if he wanted to. But for now, I'm happy where we are. "I was just...I just...uh..."
