08-11-2018, 02:59 AM
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You're not leaving are you?" Sumit said alarmed.
"No," Anitya said distracted, looking for her high heels and finally finding them. She put them on and brushed through her hair, then put on lipstick. She looked back at Sumit, then grinned giving him a "you're not going to believe what I'm about to tell you" look. "Siddharth likes me to send him a picture when I go out with you."
Sumit didn't understand at first. Then he did and laughed. "Oooookay," he said, but he held his tongue on the other things that came into his mind about how much of a loser and wimp Siddharth was. He didn't want to risk Anitya getting angry and leaving. But then he had an inspiration. He went into his closet and came out with a shirt. "Why don't you put this on?" he said showing it to Anitya. It was his Xaviers college football jersey.
"Wow," Anitya said fingering the number 47, and then Sumit's last name along the top. She loved the jersey and the jersey reminded her that he'd been a player. She also knew what Sumit was thinking. If a girl wore a boy's jersey, it meant she belonged to the boy. She should know, she'd worn her boyfriends' football jerseys in collge. She knew Siddharth would love it. It would make him jealous, but he was the one always saying how jealousy made his fantasy even better for him. And if it did bother him – well, good!
She took off the blouse and skirt, then put on the jersey. She thought about how best to pose. Deciding, she brushed her hair again until it showed off its natural luster, but swung it over her shoulder so it didn't cover Sumit's last name. Then she tied the jersey at her waist to it ended right above her ass. She left the high heels on. Sumit took the picture of her back, with her smiling mischievously over her shoulder at the camera. She emailed the picture to Siddharth, and he called seconds later.
"You're with Sumit?" he asked excitedly.
She giggled. "Since last night."
He started asking questions but she impishly decided to torture him. "I can't really talk now," she said in an urgent whisper, but she was smiling at Sumit. He was so near her phone he could hear everything, and he looked like he was trying to keep from laughing.
"Is he about to fuck you again?" Siddharth moaned into the phone.
Sumit jerked his hips back and forth, acting like he was fucking her from behind. Anitya had to look away to keep from laughing.
"Are you playing with yourself right now?" Anitya asked.
"Tell me what he's doing to you," Siddharth moaned.
"You ARE playing with yourself." Anitya glanced at Sumit. He had both hands at his crotch, rapidly moving up and down, pretending like he was beating off.
"No," Anitya said distracted, looking for her high heels and finally finding them. She put them on and brushed through her hair, then put on lipstick. She looked back at Sumit, then grinned giving him a "you're not going to believe what I'm about to tell you" look. "Siddharth likes me to send him a picture when I go out with you."
Sumit didn't understand at first. Then he did and laughed. "Oooookay," he said, but he held his tongue on the other things that came into his mind about how much of a loser and wimp Siddharth was. He didn't want to risk Anitya getting angry and leaving. But then he had an inspiration. He went into his closet and came out with a shirt. "Why don't you put this on?" he said showing it to Anitya. It was his Xaviers college football jersey.
"Wow," Anitya said fingering the number 47, and then Sumit's last name along the top. She loved the jersey and the jersey reminded her that he'd been a player. She also knew what Sumit was thinking. If a girl wore a boy's jersey, it meant she belonged to the boy. She should know, she'd worn her boyfriends' football jerseys in collge. She knew Siddharth would love it. It would make him jealous, but he was the one always saying how jealousy made his fantasy even better for him. And if it did bother him – well, good!
She took off the blouse and skirt, then put on the jersey. She thought about how best to pose. Deciding, she brushed her hair again until it showed off its natural luster, but swung it over her shoulder so it didn't cover Sumit's last name. Then she tied the jersey at her waist to it ended right above her ass. She left the high heels on. Sumit took the picture of her back, with her smiling mischievously over her shoulder at the camera. She emailed the picture to Siddharth, and he called seconds later.
"You're with Sumit?" he asked excitedly.
She giggled. "Since last night."
He started asking questions but she impishly decided to torture him. "I can't really talk now," she said in an urgent whisper, but she was smiling at Sumit. He was so near her phone he could hear everything, and he looked like he was trying to keep from laughing.
"Is he about to fuck you again?" Siddharth moaned into the phone.
Sumit jerked his hips back and forth, acting like he was fucking her from behind. Anitya had to look away to keep from laughing.
"Are you playing with yourself right now?" Anitya asked.
"Tell me what he's doing to you," Siddharth moaned.
"You ARE playing with yourself." Anitya glanced at Sumit. He had both hands at his crotch, rapidly moving up and down, pretending like he was beating off.
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