Unwanted Affection (UNDER EDITING)

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I watch him walk out the door before looking back at my new phone. I look down at the contact name and smirk to myself before getting back to work. Bro just couldn't help himself.

After 6 hours, I look up at the clock to see my shift is over and let out a yawn. I make sure to get my bag and make sure nobody is in the library before locking up.

I get into my cute pink Toyota Camry, before opening a bag of chocolate pretzels. I smack on my favorite snack before I begin to take my phone out of my back pocket remembering pretty boy.

Tuesday 10:34 pm
Me: yo bro. You up?

Tuesday 10:34 pm
My fav boy: don't call me your bro.
And yes I'm awake.

My face twisted as I read the first message he sent me. What's wrong with bro?

Tuesday 10:35
Me: What's wrong with bro?
Would u prefer 'my love'?

I chuckle before I send the message. I am so bold in messages, but never in person. Although, he might be an exception.

Tuesday 10:40
My fav boy: If I say please will you actually call me that?
Read 10:40

I feel my face heat up as I read the message and set my phone down in the cup holder. I'll make sure to FaceTime him later, but right now I got to drive home.

I finally make it home but as I'm unlocking my door a wave of uneasiness hits me. Before opening my door completely, I make sure to look around my surroundings.

I shake off the feeling, noting that I didn't see anything. Making sure to close and lock the door behind me, I enter my home, kicking off my shoes and leaving them at the front door.

Selvi-

I watch her as she takes off her outerwear throwing the extra weight off her and onto the couch. Her home looks so much cleaner than before, and my smirk drops into a disappointed smile knowing she probably had to clean the mess by herself.

She's still in the living room, back turned towards the TV, just standing in a lacy pink bra and basic white panties. I feel myself getting hard at the thought of her wearing that just for me.

I grab the Polaroid camera that's around my neck and angle it to get the perfect shots of her. I let out a groan while going over the photos, she looks so beautiful, even in the blurry photo that only caught her left arm. Her thin waist, the way her ass in-gulfs her panties, her thick thighs, her smooth hairless legs. At this rate, I probably wouldn't even mind if her legs were hairy.

My hands run down my shirt and onto my bulge as I feel my blood rushing down to my erection. I start to rub myself through the tough fabric as I watch the woman walk around her house, she's putting her books on a shelf. I struggle to breathe as I imagine her riding me and telling me not to release.

She bends down to pick up a book, and I let out a soft moan starting to grind against my hand hard. I just want a taste, just a little. I want her to sit on my face as I beg for more. My eyes roll back as I feel myself getting closer and my feet start to hurt finally taking in the hours of me squatting behind a bush.

I have a full view of her ass and the thin fabric that covered her region, so I let out a whine as I stop touching myself and take the opportunity to save this moment.

I let out a long sigh and run my hands through my hair, mad at the fact that I stopped pleasuring myself. 'This was getting out of hand anyways, this isn't right Selvi' I scold myself in my head and take a deep breath.