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"You were all so incredibly lucky to be chosen for this opportunity to be honored by the president himself," The program tour guide declared happily for the umpteenth time at this point. You, along with a few others in your major and a handful of other students from different majors from your school, were supposedly handpicked by the president to represent your school's brightest graduate minds. You were grateful to have gotten the praise, but honestly the entire trip felt like a drag and you would have preferred staying at home with your friends if you knew that the people you would be traveling with were snobby overachievers or just straight up too bland to have meaningful conversation with.
You rolled your eyes continuously as the tour guide only continued on with his praise of you guys as he led you guys through the gates of the White House, getting past the guards and making your guys' way through the plush green grass and past the oversized fountain blasting out water.
Your arms were crossed as you walked in the front, trying to stay as isolated from the rest as much as possible. You tried to befriend your peers in your major, but they spent most the time just talking to one another - so much for making new friends during the college experience. People still stick with the people they've been friends with since primary school, even post-graduate.
Once you guys entered the white house, you were all met with the loud noise of the crowd inside, also full of fellow students from other schools and graduate programs, mingling with one another in the big ballroom, with a variety of celebratory decorations and a big banner that said Welcome, graduates from all across the U.S.! BRIGHT POST-GRAD MINDS OF THE U.S.A. plastered across the room. You wander to the one place that catches your attention: the food table. You make your way over, getting yourself a plastic cup and pouring yourself a nice fill of whatever mocktail they put in the punch bowl, and taking a sip as you observed the room around you.
Like you, everyone here was dressed either business casual or business formal - you, today, decided to dress more formal, and put on one of the nicest dresses you owned, as well as putting effort into your makeup (mainly because you were scared that you might be on air or something and you didn't want to look bad at all). Just as you suspected though, unfortunately most of the men around you... were not the most attractive. Well, they're all intelligent, at least.
You knew that there was a rare chance you were gonna even find someone to have a small fling with in this city during a school trip, if even any at all- but you didn't let that logic stop the idea being entertained in your head. You swirl your mocktail around in the cup before taking another sip, downing it before refilling your cup and walking over to an empty spot on one of the big walls, looking to just lean over and text people in the meantime, or maybe even play some game on your phone as you wait for this event to finally start.
You flip open your phone and begin to respond to the various texts from friends and cough, special friends, over the time you were in D.C. that you missed answering as you were walking with your tour group.
heyyyy how's the trip goin? :]
ughhh. boring. there's also like no cute guys around here either. i don't have friends either
DTF?
can't; on a trip right now.
when will you be back babe
i'll be back in around two days.
god, i'm counting down the days
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You also spit your drink out as you (dumbly) open the file to see your friend with benefit's dick pic and try your best to quickly close your phone, hoping no one around you saw his cock hanging out on your screen. You quickly lift your phone screen from public view before you start furiously twiddling your thumbs over the digits and typing back to him.
You fucking idiot!!! I'm in public
That makes it even hotter ;)
No, it doesn't, I'm turned off because I literally could have just embarrassed myself to any of the people around me. Knock it off, don't do it again
Damn, calm down. Jeez. Just a joke
Just a joke? What was so funny about a fucking nude sent on your phone? And why was he telling you to calm down, when you had every right to be upset? It was an unwarranted picture and you thought it would be common sense to have decency when it came to stuff like this and assume the boundaries unless instructed otherwise.
You shut your phone again in frustration. You didn't want to open that shit in the fear that you would see another annoying text back from the guy and him pissing you off by dragging the argument. So much for distracting yourself from the nerdy ambiance.
Just as you breath out in frustration and look up, you spot someone in the corner of your eye. A very handsome someone.
He was by the doors on the other side of the ballroom, just standing there - he looked like he was a bodyguard, of some sort. He had his blonde hair slicked back and was wearing a dark navy suit with a complimentary blue dress shirt underneath and a matching navy tie tucked in. He had a chiseled jawline and thick, full eyebrows that helped define the rest of the attractive features of his face. You bit your lip. Was fate fucking with you right now? This literally fulfilled all your wishes to be content on this damn trip, presented right in fucking front of you basically.
Then, the door on his left opens, and there pops out the president's daughter, Ashley Graham, as preppy as ever, wearing a black vest and white dress shirt tucked underneath a matching black skirt, complete with a black headband and pearled jewelry that probably costed both your kidneys and a leg. She is holding a manila envelope of what was most likely certificates, and smiled widely as she began conversing with the hot bodyguard, gaining his attention.
From the way she looked at him, you could tell she recognized how good looking he was too, and yeah, there was no way you could compete with the president's daughter in this battle. Rich, popular, and of course, pretty. The triple combo threat. You bit the insides of your mouth and clicked your tongue. Dammit. Maybe the universe just wanted to bait you.
Before you could look away, suddenly, you lock eyes with the stranger, and you feel your mouth physically drop open and you know you probably looked like a damn lovestruck fool as you stared back at him. His eyes. His eyes pulled you in pale blue waves of the Antarctic sea, and you felt like you were sinking deeper and deeper into his gaze. You saw him slightly part his mouth as well, before being snapped back to Ashley's attention as she snaps her fingers and from what you could tell from your lip syncing skills, repeated his name. Ryan? Avan?
Leon?
He heeds to her call and breaks first from your guys' engagement, responding to her with whatever he could have mustered last second. Then, suddenly, you hear a microphone turn on as a middle-aged man in a suit with badges pinned on his left called out, "Testing, 1, 2, 3. Hello, hello!"
Everyone's heads turned to pay attention to the man, and from the corner of your eyes, you could only see your mystery man put a finger to his ears and spoke into what seemed to be an earpiece something you could not makeup for the life of you, unlike the name guessing thing. It was only two syllables.
"Thank you all, graduates, for coming to today's presidential celebration of all accredited graduates and graduate programs around the country. Please, take your seats."
You obliged happily, quickly making your way to a table close to the front so you could take a closer look to your beau in mind. You sit in between two guys who came with notepads and pens in their hands. Nerds.
While your seatmates were too preoccupied with whatever motivational bull crap the man in front was spewing, you were too invested in sparing glances over at the blonde security guard, trying to space out your sessions so that you didn't seem like a total creep. It's almost as if the universe was telling you say less, as suddenly the bodyguards walked over to the front of the stage where they spread shoulder-width apart and stared ahead, miraculously your suitor standing right in front of your table.
The president's daughter stood excitedly besides the small flight of stairs leading to the stage, fidgeting as she smiled with the manila envelope opened in her hands, and it was looking like she was going to present the names and awards for the night. No wonder all the security made their way to the front. Of course the president's daughter's favorite bodyguard had to follow suit with it.
"Now, give it up for the president's daughter herself, Ashley Graham, to be presenting the awards and recipients for tonight!" The man announced, a mass applause then commencing throughout the room, in which you participated in as you quietly clapped alongside everyone, watching as she began.
"Thank you. Now, it is my honor to be presenting the awards for tonight's ceremony. My father took his time to recognize some of the best..." She continued, but you found yourself drifting off, your mind muddled with thoughts of potentially fucking the bodyguard. He looked tough, I mean, by the size of his biceps it was no surprise he was entrusted with protecting the people of the White House. You imagined making him beg underneath you, his hands bound behind his back as you rode him out, his desperate whimpers playing like music in your ears. His dick would fill you to the hilt and you would be bouncing up and down, practically impaling yourself each time you went down, but you fucking loved it.
The pain - despite it piercing your insides, you were moaning and smiling, eyes rolling in the back of your head, as you cried in pleasure, your hands on his shoulder and your head thrown back. You begin clenching tighter as your orgasm approaches, which the guard takes note of, and despite your best efforts to restrain him, he was too strong.
He breaks free of the rope and pins you down, making sure not to unlink from you and stay connected, as he then proceeds to-
"Hello? Are they here?" Ashley calls out, in confusion as she awkwardly chuckles the silence out.
"Oh shit," You mutter, turning to the guy on your right. "Who did they call out again?"
"Uh-" He repeats your name.
"Fuck." You curse, standing up and quickly pacing over to the stage, as the audience slowly start clapping after realizing that you weer going up to claim the award. You cringed at your own stupid mistake, and you wanted to pull your hair out that you were also victim to this predicament because you were too busy having a wet daydream about a random guy you saw across the room. Talk about humiliating. Not to mention, you were in the White House, for Christ's sakes.
You walk up the three steps and make your way over to Ashley who flashes you a bright, plastic grin as she shakes your hand formally and then presents you your certificate with a slight bow, before you both posed for a picture a quick second afterwards, and you take your cue to leave immediately after as soon as the flash disappeared from the camera. You wanted to get out of here as soon as possible because you couldn't bear staying here after what just happened.
As you walked down and and made your way back to your seat, you feel something, someone slip something into your hand. Startled, you turn your head around only to be meet with unaverted eyes as all the security guards were still in their same positions, still staring straight ahead as they usually did. Bewildered, you take one more glance back as you slowly return back to your table, and then you take a look and see it's a small, folded paper in your hands. You unwrap it as you take your seat, and the writing read as follows:
Meet me in the back of the White House after the ceremony.
You look back up, and see him staring at you, before another recipient is called up and applause breaks out again, making him go back to staring straight ahead.
Ah hell.
After all the recipients are recognized, the ceremony does not commence just yet; for the next couple hours or so, the room was a free social event and mixer for everyone involved, aka, networking with the government officials present in the room to gain more opportunities or references to put in people's resumes. Of course, you didn't want to waste too much of your chances here, so there you were, pulled into a talk with one of your professors that organized the trip, some other schools' students and professors, and a government official that you didn't care to recognize or pay attention to as everyone individually tried talking to him.
All you could think of in your mind was what he would talk to you about when you met him in the back. This shit felt illegal - was it? It was at the back of the White House, isn't there cameras?
Oh for fuck's sake, it could just be a regular conversation - get your mind out the gutter, only someone crazy would suggest doing it in such a public place.
Unless...
No. You shake your head in disapproval, mentally hitting yourself for thinking so dirtily. But, how could you not be thinking of this, how could what happen not race in your mind the rest of the night? You didn't even know what he sounded like, nor what his name was, but somehow all your thoughts were filled solely of him, what you guys could be talking about, what you guys could be doing.
You bite your lip. God, if you were to tell yourself in the past that this trip was the day you'd potentially be fucking one of the president's bodyguards outside the White House... Yeah, it'd be crazy, and that's exactly what it is. But it's happening. You really could not believe it.
In that moment, you picture him stripping himself out of his suit, revealing a toned body underneath, sweat glistening from the moonlight reflecting against him as he then starts to unbuckle those pants of his, them dropping down unveiling his- His-
You try your hardest not to squirm in your place, but you struggle as you physically feel your pussy drip out juices - you were getting yourself wet at the thoughts of what could be. This all did feel so wrong, and this would be one hell of a story to tell your friends when you got back -
And boy, were you living for it.
Once the group disperses, you notice that people were making their exits as the presidential staff came in and began cleaning the venue up. You stay a bit behind, looking around to see if your suitor was anywhere to be seen, but nada. It didn't bother you too much considering you still had your plans to meet with him later that night, so you walk back and get yourself another mocktail for the road. Just as you take a sip, someone comes behind you.
"Wow, you make those things look good." A husky voice mumbles in your ear, the airs of breath sending a shiver down your spine and giving you goosebumps. You also felt rough, big hands softly gripping your arms, before letting go as you turn around and face him, in all his glory, and this time, he was smiling with a shit-eating grin on his face, as if proud of the reaction he garnered from you.
"Huh, didn't you show up a bit too early? Didn't you say after the ceremony?" You question, the corners of your lips turning into a smile as you fluttered your eyelashes looking up at him - he towered over you.
"It is after the ceremony." He clarifies, adjusting his tie and quickly glancing over his shoulder, as if to make sure no one was keeping watch of the two of you. "So, here I am. But, follow those instructions still, sweetie."
"Well? You might as well tell me what you're interested in from me." You tell him, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow at him curiously awaiting his response.
"Really? As if you weren't the one ogling me for the past few hours?"
Fuck, he noticed that? Humiliating moment of the night #2.
You feel the heat rise up to your cheeks, as you break out of your gaze with him, looking down to avoid his stare.
He chuckles. He had a sexy laugh. "I'm kidding, doll. Well... I just want you to know... I've been looking back atcha." You raise your head to that, and he takes it as his cue to continue as he leans in for another whisper. "I've been thinking you looked really good tonight."
You want to combust on the spot.
"Leon," A voice calls out from another room, potentially somewhere from the hall, which makes him turn back for a split second before he finishes with you, patting your shoulders.
"I gotta go now." He tells you. "Meet me in 15."
"Wait, but I have to ride-"
"I can give you a ride back to wherever you need to go." He starts walking backwards, before turning 60 degrees and walking ahead. "See you later - be there or be square!" And then, he takes off, rushing in the direction towards the hallway and leaving the doors open just a crack before fully shutting.
You feel a vibration from your phone, and you look down to a notification from you-know-who.
hey you still mad at me???
You don't respond.
You, during the last minute, prepared a whole excuse as to why you had to stay back and tried your hardest to condense it to as believable as possible - which was hard as fuck, thanks 'Leon.' You had no warning for this shit and thus, had to try to come up with something out of your ass. When you approached your teacher, ready to fake crocodile tears, they smiled at you before telling you,
"Congratulations on getting the attention of the president! I'm sure you're excited to accompany him in whatever he may deliver to you. This is so exciting! Take as much time as you need, you have my number so feel free to text me if you need anything." Well, so much for your my-aunt-just-died-and-i-need-time-to-process-and-cry-in-the-bathroom excuse.
You wondered if Leon was the culprit and told your professors for you the excuse you were going to use to come back to the hotel later. Leon.
That name fit him so well.
You walk to the back of the building, per your vague given instructions, and surprise surprise, the shadow of someone familiar was caught in a glimpse in your eyes. When you spot him, you quickly pick up the pace, and you feel like a giddy school girl about to see her crush on the playground. As you walk closer, you notice his blazer is off and swung over his shoulders, unveiling rolled up light blue sleeves underneath a black vest, emphasizing his large chest area and bulky muscles. He doesn't notice you until you're about a few feet away, the click-clack of your high heels causing him to turn his head immediately once they become audible.
"You made it, mademoiselle," He greets you, taking a bow, making you laugh in response to how formal it seemed.
"And what do I owe the pleasure, monsieur?" You play along, closing the distance between the two of you, staring up at him, tilting your head slightly and feeling your chest come into contact with his.
"I was thinking I could take you out," He looks down and takes both of your hands into his, then clasping them together. "Then, afterwards, we could just hang out for a bit... And then I can return you back to your people."
You scoff. "My people?"
"Yeah, you guys were recognized by being some of the most accomplished graduate minds in the nation. I feel like that's a big enough distinction from the general public to group you guys as an other." You smile to that. So, he was a funny guy. You didn't mind - you loved a guy with a sense of humor.
"Well... How could I say no to such an offer?" You say flirtatiously, tip toeing and whispering into his ear, "I hope that we can hang for a long while, actually."
You both share a delirious look at one another before he walks you to his car, opening the door for you before making his way to the driver's seat and actually taking you out, as he said. You had fun sticking your head out the window, feeling the warm air hit your face as you took in the night setting and lights of Washington D.C. You loved drives like this, and it was very rarely you did them. He ended up taking you to an Indian food place, a super fancy one with red velvet booths and chandeliers hanging from the ceilings.
"How did you know I was hungry?"
"Well, all night you were stuffing your face full of that punch rather than any food. I figured you might be." Ha. You hated that he was right.
"I'd rather stuff my face full of your cock."
His face immediately drops at your response, and you worry that you might have been too direct with your words for a second, before his hand firmly grips yours and he leans over and says,
"Just wait baby, I'll fuck your mouth after this." Then, he just sits back down and goes about another conversation, just like that, as if nothing ever happened.
You decided it would be best you just returned back to your hotel afterwards to be safe because you didn't want to test the patience of your professors - so you took Leon's hand as you both quietly made your way across the hallways and swiftly to your hotel room. You fumble with the hotel key as you were shaking a bit in excitement, but once you finally get it open, Leon basically pushes you and is quick to embrace you, and lean over to press his lips against yours, the door shutting by itself as both of your hands searched one another's body.
He groped your tits and you clenched a fistful of his hair as you mewl in his mouth, his tongue swirling around yours, mouths lapping one another. Soon, he had you pushed against the wall, where he tries to holster up your left leg. However, you were quick to react, and took him by surprise by flipping your positions over, with him against the wall, his eyes widening at the sudden move.
You smirk, breaking the kiss to say, "I thought you told me you were gonna fuck my mouth, hm?"
He gulps. "I did say that, didn't I?" He unbuckles his belt, and lets his boxers and pants fall down, unleashing his massive cock in front of you. "Well, who am I to let a lady left hanging?"
You were suddenly brain-addled and dick crazy and you instinctively got on your knees pronto and gripped his length with your of your hands, making him hiss at the coldness of your palms. You stroke him a bit with both your hands slowly, looking up at him with big pupils and seeing him with his head thrown back in pleasure as he whines in pleasure. The sounds alone were enough to prompt you to continue, to see him desperate for you. You circle your tongue around his head, before slowly, slowly, taking him in your mouth, taking up inch, by inch, by inch, till the end of it, where you finally deep throat him, making him stifle a moan.
He looks down at your face, eyes closed in satisfaction as you shake your head and make his girth bounce around the walls of your mouth, and it turns some sort of animalistic side of him on as he proceeds to grab a fistful of your hair and push your head to deep throat him again, surprising you and you choke in response. You aren't given any time to recover and Leon fulfills his promise and fucks your mouth, thrusts hitting the back of your throat, and you do all you can to hold back your gag reflex to continue for as long as you could until you ran out of breath.
Leon was struggling to keep a low volume as he started to fuck in desperation for reaching his climax, and it was only a matter of time until he bottomed out in your mouth, warm cum pouring down your throat, the heat making it tingle up as you swallow all of him. He uses his clench of your hair to pull your head off, his dick coming out with a satisfying pop! sound following, saliva strings connecting his dick and your mouth still, slowly breaking as time elapses. He almost cums again from the sight of you all sloppy from his fluids, and immediately lifts you up by reaching underneath your armpits and lifting you up in the air, almost tossing you up, making you squeak before he catches you with his arms securely underneath your ass as he carries you over to the bed.
You giggle as he starts to affectionately plot kisses all over your body in swift attacks, from your chest, arms, stomach, neck, to your cheeks, to your nose, to your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck to engage in a heated make-out session with him before you both continue to undress and proceed, the kisses overtime growing even needier and needier, until both of your bodies were harshly grinding against each other and the bumps and contacts between your genitalia being enough to make you both whimper in pleasure.
Leon is quick to take off his shirt, and he helps you zip down your dress; you weren't wearing a bra already because the dress was padded, and you were only wearing a skimpy black thong underneath, which clearly Leon appreciated very much, as he checked out your body for a good minute, almost enraptured.
"Well, look who's ogling now?" You tease him, before he looks back at you, something primal flashing in his eyes before he hovers back over you, pinning you down against the best and kissing words into your mouth.
"What crazy fucker wouldn't be ogling at someone as gorgeous as you."
You feel him line his cock with your entrance, to which you make it easier for him by putting both your legs over his shoulders, allowing him better to position himself. He looks one more time to make sure he'll for sure slide into you, and once he confirms it's okay, he pushes it all in one go, making you gasp from the shock of how much he filled your walls - how big he was, holy shit, it was painful but you couldn't even process the pain before he started immediately fucking you into the mattress, his hips slamming against your ass relentlessly.
"Oh! Oh, fuck!" You yell out in ecstasy, as he takes you in basically a mating press, Leon letting out heavy pants as he continued to pick up his pace. "Yes, yes, please, fu-ck!" You squeal out, embarrassing noises leaving your mouth each time you feel him rut into you, and you dig your nails in his trapezius, making him curse from the sensation. Heh, now both of you were at least even when it came to feeling pain in the moment, but being too horny to notice.
This position, especially, made your pussy oh so tight. Leon knew this very well from his vast experiences with women - which is why mating press was one of his favorite positions. But there's something about you - the way you looked, the way you smelled, the way your pussy convulsed around it - whatever it was, Leon was drunk on it and he couldn't get enough of it. What the fuck was he doing? Why the fuck was he doing this?
In the end, Leon is only a man, after all. Even he has to satisfy himself every once in a while, and he knows he can get action easily. So, as soon as Leon met eyes with you, it felt like fate set him up. You were everything ideal in Leon's eyes, from your figure, to the glow of your skin, your hair, your face, the figure-hugging dress you had on. You were an immediate target for him, and he wasn't gonna let you go so easily. He was never the type to have his sights set on something and he wouldn't get it. Once he saw it, he had to have it, one way or another.
And there you were, here you were, the perfect little thing, just as he imagined - all sprawled out under him, being fucked out of your mind with your eyes rolling to the back of your head, unable to have any thoughts but him filling you up - and, well, him also filling you up in the literal sense.
When you clamped down on him as you reached your orgasm, he was quick to follow, the tight constraints of your pussy causing his dick to twitch and eventually, he was spilling his seed inside you, and he felt the long ropes of pent of frustration being let go, all inside your body.
He pulls out to admire his art, and you're still twitching and squealing from stimulation which quickens the process in which his cum oozes out of you and onto the hotel sheets. Leon internally apologized for whichever unlucky housekeeper has to clean the sheets up - and apologized in advance that he was gonna to do it even more, all over the sheets with you.
And that he does. He then decides to fuck you from behind, one hand pulling you by the hair making your head lean back and back arch even more, allowing him to feel himself bulging out your stomach as well as him being able to fully hear your cute lil noises at full volume rather than you muffling yourself into the sheets or pillow. The other hand had a death grip on your right ass cheek, and he watched closely as you bounced your ass against his cock, the way it moved and recoiled as he drilled into you. It only prompted him to go even harder to see how much your ass can take and recoil, and to distract you from the pain of his curved dick hitting so deep, he slaps your ass, multiple times. To the point where your ass is red, with imprints of his big, rough hands on it.
Then, he has you riding him, and at first, you were going slow as you adjusted to him impaling you straight as he was with you in his lap, up until Leon got impatient and started bouncing your hips on him himself, both his hands squeezing your ass and lifting you up and down as you bounce against him, and he thrusts back up to meet with your trips down, intensifying the feeling. You throw your head back and wail his name, your boobs in perfect position for him to reach up as he grabs both of them and takes one of your nipples to his mouth sucking, humming in satisfaction as you manage to bounce at the same pace without his help.
You were being overstimulated to the fucking core. Your insides were being all mangled up by this man's fat cock and instead of begging him to stop, you're pleading for him to keep going, to manage to fuck you harder and faster despite you barely being to take him as is - but boy, did you love a challenge. The Leon that you were experiencing now was so much better than any daydream you could ever muster, and feeling him for real this time, you feel as though you could do this all day, you could just be obedient to him and give him your pussy anytime he needed, anytime, anywhere, and you would be happy. These fleeting thoughts were enough ton convince you that your brains really were fucked out tonight.
A couple more thoroughly rough thrusts later, he bottoms out in you five times, both of you screaming as you both meet your second orgasm of the night, and you feel your pussy numb even more at the feeling of his warm cum flooding into you, meanwhile Leon felt each pulse of your now throbbing pussy, and he was drowning in the waves of sexuality and beauty you were enticing him with. He could never get enough.
It takes two more fucks, one on the edge of the bed and one with you bent over the table, for you guys to finally be too exhausted to move anymore, naked bodies tangled up in one another's limbs as you both were short of breath and sweaty on the dirtied sheets.
"We... Should... Probably clean up." Leon breathes out, and you nod in agreement. He knew that he most likely caused you pain that would've made it difficult for you to walk - so he carries you, bridal style, to the bath. And, to no one's surprise, you guys proceed to fuck in the bath. And once you drain the bath, he then fucks you in the shower too - for a whole hour, as he requested you blow him in the shower with the water pouring on your head, him pounding you from behind with the water splashing and making loud sounds as he pistons into you, and lastly, him fucking you against the wall, your legs wrapped around him as you felt his precum and water mix and go inside you, as you locked eyes with his icy eyes and his hair all shaggy and wet covering his eyes.
When you both are finally too tired to have sex, you both cuddle in bed together, him spooning you in his right arm and you cuddled against him, your hands resting on his torso. He kisses the top of your head, and you both stare up at the ceiling in silence before he breaks it with: "Um... Is it too late, or early, to uh... Ask for your number?"
hey babbeeeeee
i know it's been a while since we talked but i miss you baby. Really
i wanna see you
won't you see me?
You stare back at the texts that appear on your phone as you towel dry your hair, fresh out the shower. You scoff in disbelief. The gall this fucker had. The TV was still on, as you planned, and you look back at it and grab your remote to turn the volume up as you tuned into the news, seeing headlines about the president, his daughter present as well... And there, you see Leon right beside the both of them. Damn, even in a tiny resolution and through only a few hundred colored pixels, Leon managed to look sexy.
Ashley is basically throwing herself at him - you were sure she was nice, but she was far too touchy than you were comfortable with, and you could just tell from your instincts as woman what her real intentions were. She kept leaning against him, linking her arms with his, staring at him for far too long. You can't help but clench your fists in jealousy.
You weren't dressed just yet - and so, suddenly, you had an idea.
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leooonnn. come over soon. i miss you so much baby. ;[
You then quickly retreat back to the TV, where you see Leon in the background; a normal viewer would not be paying attention, but of course your eyes were glued on him, and you smile in satisfaction as you see him quickly glance at his phone, and notice him looking back up, biting his lip.
The picture you sent him was a picture of you in one of the T-shirts he gave you as a souvenir to keep of him as you waited for him to visit you whenever you could. And only the shirt, and you purposely made sure the lighting showed your hardened nipples and you teased your bare pussy by slightly lifting the shirt up, but not enough to unveil anything.
You get a text back.
why are you Ghosting me now
hey
hey respond
You roll your eyes, before proceeding to delete every past friends with benefits you've had from your contact list and blocking them from contacting you ever again. In the middle of your task, you get a reply back.
You look up at the TV, and realize it's not focused on Ashley or Leon anymore, it's focused back on the president as he engages in a debate with someone on a stand. Then, you look back, and see a public bathroom mirror pic of Leon lifting his shirt up, displaying his fabulous abs as well as him with his cock just pulled out.
I hope you're ready for this once I get there. I'm riding the soonest flight out there for you baby.
And for Leon, no one could compare - you would wait however long just as long as it meant you were with him. No one else could truly compare, and of course, his being in real-life would forever outshine your fantasies of him.
But in the meantime, as you wait for him the next few days, you grab your vibrator, lay yourself down in bed, and indulge in a bit of fantasy. That's all you could do.