The Text

Random Message

So you're Michael Jackson, ey?

Sent at 6:43 AM.

I have been looking at the message on the screen for quite a while. I just got a phone, no one knows about it, er, accept the woman I got it from. The last one I had, is swimming right now.
Yes.
Swimming.
It fell in a lake, I had it for about 14 hours until someone scared me and I shrieked and threw it in.

Thing is, they only said "Boo," . Yet, I was terrified.
I guess I was paranoid? I thought I was alone. Luckily, it wasn't paparazzi.
Ew.
That word, I despise it. I could just gag at it.

It was about a month ago that I dropped my phone in the lake. The girl frantically apologized. I forgave her.
She acted as if  I wasn't a celebrity. I enjoyed it.
It was nice. And she was beautiful too.  I never caught her name. Or number, I wish I did. At the moment of me thinking of her, my member hardens by the slightest and I sigh, running my hand through my hair letting it comb through.

I stand up and walk over to the kitchen. I pour myself a cup of Orange juice and I take a sip of it, putting it away and walking back to the couch with it.
Uh oh. They're typing. The dots are on the screen and a message pops up,

I won't tell anyone or share your phone number. Or will I? :)

Sent at 6:58 AM

That really gets me freaked out, I start typing back now.

It depends on who's asking, but yes. I am Michael Jackson. Please, call me Michael, though.

Sent at 7:03 AM

PS. Sorry. I'm a slow "texter".

Sent at 7:05 AM

PS 2.0. What does ":)" mean?

Sent at 7:06 AM

Oops. I blew them up. Wait, no! Not like that. Well hmm.? I hum and watch them text, and see a message pop up.

My name is Marley. I got your phone number from a girl that I know that said she had your number. How do I know you're real, huh?

Sent at at 7:08 AM

Hmm. I never thought of that. Oh well.

I guess you just have to trust your gut, Marley. How are you? Pretty name. For a pretty girl, I'm sure!

Sent at 7:11 AM

I bite my lip at the message I sent. I hope I'm not coming on too strong? Oh well. I put my hand on my thigh and rest it there. They text back quicker than I do.
That is very expected, though. It's not that I don't know where the keys are, I just am new to phones. Really new. Sixteen hours new.
I sit up and my slacks get that strained feeling, so I hear to the back of the yard and sit outside. Of course, I bring my phone with me. I turn it back on to see a message from Marley.

Before I open her message I go into the contacts and change her name to Marley. I sigh and open her message and I smile to myself while reading it. damn.
I haven't known this girl for over two hours, and I already want to be close to her.

Maybe I do trust my gut? I'm gnarly. do people still use that word? Well, I just did. People must, cause I'm a person. Never compliment someone on their looks if you haven't seen them. I may be a 400 pound woman with an addiction to glass. Luckily, I'm not. Woohoo! " :) " is a smiley face. And turn your head. Can you see it?

Sent at 7:14 AM

I snicker at the message and shake my head. Well played.

Maybe let me see you? Do you live in the United States?

Sent at 7:16 AM

I would like to see her, truly. Maybe I could hunt her down? No. That would be crazy. Just for a girl that I am slightly interested in?
I'm texting Marley, but some reason my brain keeps registering it as the girl from the lake.
She needs to get out of my head.
shoo. Scram.

I see no chances of her BEING that woman. Well.. Maybe? They both act the same.. No. I need to stop.

I live in a town in the US, yes. It starts with and L. Ends with an Angeles. Can you guess it? Nah. Too hard. I'm just kidding I know you can. If I showed you how I looked then you'd know how I look. Oh, wait. That's how it works normally. to put it straight, find me and you'll see what I look like.

Sent at 7:19 AM

Is that a challenge I hear? No not hear. See. Whatever, same thing.

I see a challenge.

Sent at 7:21 AM

I chuckle at my message and swallow the saliva in my mouth. I close the screen of the phone, turning it off. I look down at my crotch and pout. I'm not just looking for a "quick fuck".
I'm looking for the right person to take my time with. Too bury myself in and feel them quiver. The feel of that said person holding tight onto my back melting in my arms.
I sigh and move my lower body down and put my legs up on a table in front of me, resting them there.

My thoughts are too livid for my own good. the phone buzzes, knowing that it is Marley, I stumble and grab my phone, sitting up and looking at the message.

Go right ahead. I'll wait.

Sent at 7:26 AM

I smile and put my phone back down. I'm gonna have to go through most of Los Angeles for her, won't I? for a friend, I guess it's worth it. Are we friend's? I think we are. I don't trust her. Not completely. I hardly know her! Talked for what, 30 minutes?
My phone buzzes and I pull it back up, seeing another text from her.

Do you know how to use emojis, like these? 🤗

Sent at 7:31 AM

I look down at the emoticon and cock my head to the side. It reminds me of the smiley face. But, it's a hug? Oh. Thank you.

I didnt know those existed until right now! Thanks for the hug.

Sent at 7:35 AM

I put the phone down and text her a "I got to go," and go to my room and take a cold, cold shower.

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When I get out, I get dressed down and lick my lips, putting my dirty clothes in the hamper. My shower was long. Too long. No. Long enough, for me to freeze my ass off and then it back to a normal temperature.
Worth it, though. It was much needed. Although I'm sure blueballs won't be too needed. I frown at  my brain as I think of how much cum would come out next time.

Stop brain. Or dont, I don't mind anymore. As long as I don't immaturely cum.
I put my shoes and a fedora on, and head out to the yard, pick up my phone, tell Marley I'm going on a walk,  and start walking around Neverland.

I walk past a few trees and feel my phone buzz. I sit down on the nearest bench and text her,
I guess I can't help but talk to her.

I enjoy it.