Fic Lab Prompt - Texts From Last Night
It's four in the morning, and I just got home from a night out downtown with my girls. I'm so drunk. I have no idea how I made it home in one piece, but I managed to strip out of all my clothes and crash on my bed, which feels like heaven at this moment.
I moan in pleasure and wiggle my naked body against the soft sheets as if I'm making snow angels. I burst out laughing at I don't even know what. I just feel good—other than the room spinning around me and distorted objects.
And I'm fucking horny. My boyfriend Edward is sleeping at his house. Tonight was supposed to be a girls' night—no boys allowed.
But now, I regret not taking him up on his offer to wait in my bed for me when I got home.
Sober Bella is stupid. Why does she make the decisions she makes sometimes? I'll never know.
But Drunk Bella needs dick. And since I'm way too drunk to go to his house, I decide to text him and see if he's up. After a few failed tries, I open my messages and find his name.
U up? -B
I squeal in excitement when I see him text back less than a minute later.
Yeah, what's up? Are you okay? -E
It's taking me longer than usual to text since I have to keep on backspacing all the mistakes I'm making.
I'm fine. I just miss you, baby. I should've let you stay -B
Three little dots pop up, letting me know he's writing something. After a minute, my heart warms, thinking he's writing something long and sweet. But instead, the dots disappear, and no message is sent.
What the hell?
Is he mad at me because I didn't want him to stay over?
I know how to make him feel better, I think with a naughty drunken smile.
I'm curled up in my sheets, but push them down to my waist so my top half is exposed. I angle my phone above my head, giving a fantastic view of my perky breasts and face, and snap a picture to send to Edward. He goes crazy for them, so I know he'll love it.
Wish you were here -B
It takes another minute of no response, and I'm about to bitch him out before I finally receive a message.
Fuckkk -E
That's it? I just sent him a sexy picture of my tits, and that's all he writes? He must be pissed because sexting and nudes are one of Edward's favorite things, and he's usually really good at it.
I guess I have to push him further and be more risque.
I pull the sheets away from my body and spread my legs wide. I'm soaked already just thinking of Edward and the things he does to me—with his magically talented fingers, tongue, and beautiful cock.
I trail my hand down between my thighs, taking two fingers, and spread my lips open for him. Placing my phone up close and personal, I take an explicit photo exposing my glistening, bare, pink pussy.
I'm drenched at the thought of your thick cock inside me. Fucking me -B
It's working. The next response comes much faster.
Fuck baby, look at that pretty little pussy. Is that all for me? -E
Yes, it's all for you. It's all yours -B
Yeah, it's all mine? -E
Yours to do whatever you want -B
Your dripping cunt is just begging to be licked and sucked. I want to devour your sweet juices -E
Yes, there's my dirty Edward.
Our banter makes the ache between my legs unbearable, and I need release. I slide a couple of fingers inside me and take a short ten-second video. It's obscene and filthy and so fucking hot. I can hear the sounds of my wetness from the video as I slowly fuck myself with my fingers, pretending it's his.
Just like that, baby. Fuck that tight little pussy and get it ready for my thick cock -E
I'm ready. I wish it was your cock instead. Send me a pic -B
It takes a couple of minutes, but Edward's next text is a stunning close-up photo of his thick, long, smooth erection. He's so fucking hard, and there's pre-cum at the tip. He took it at a very flattering angle. He's holding it at the base, pulled out of his sweatpants, his large hand fully wrapped around it, and it looks massive—intimidating.
I knew Edward had a big dick and had it inside me hundreds of times, but it seems larger and slightly different. It looks longer and more curved and tanner. I guess it could be the lighting, angle, or his camera, maybe?
Wait.
In my drunken, half blurred state, I focus on the top of the screen, where it shows the contact's name I'm messaging.
Oh my fucking God.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
How did I not notice before? My stupid drunk ass clicked on the wrong name.
This wasn't Edward. I was hardcore sexting my boyfriend's twin brother this whole fucking time, who just saw every inch of my pussy, and that was his dick I was drooling over. Whose name just so conveniently starts with the same letter as his brother's. And he knew it was me.
I'm fucked.