One day we were talking on the phone, and Jess tried to cut the conversation short. I pretended to be upset. “I need to get to my homework,” she said.

“I have been doing mine while talking to you,” I told her.

“No way. How can you listen to what I am saying and do your homework at the same time? What was I talking about and what are you studying?”

“You were talking about what your friends want to do over Christmas vacation. And I am studying science. Evolution, to be more specific.”

“And you have done this the whole time we have been talking on the phone?”

“Yes, for four or five years.”

“How do you do it? I know you get nearly straight A’s.”

“I am a southpaw.”

“What?”

“A southpaw. I am left handed in a right handed world. I have to use both sides of my brain and I have trained mine to use both sides independently of one another.”

“Really? How do you… do… YOU SHIT! YOU ARE LYING TO ME!”

“Yes I am lying to you. Being able to focus on two different things is a small talent I have developed since we have been together. I did it out of necessity. If my grades slip, Dad takes away my phone. If I can’t call you, I go apeshit. I need to be able to talk to you.”

“So you kinda like me, huh?”

“Jess. I love you so much it hurts. You are my life entire.”

“I love you so much, Chet. Now, I am afraid I have to get off here. I don’t have the split brain you do. I have to work hard on my grades. “

“I will talk to you tomorrow, I love you, Baby.”

“I love you. Talk to you tomorrow.” With that the line went dead. I thought to myself it is good that I can multi-task. I cannot get this angel out of my head. My life truly was hers, entire.

Not five minutes after we said goodbye, I received a text from Jess. It was a picture message, along with a note saying, “We need to take this to the next level.” The picture was a close-up of what I could only assume was her pussy. I had never seen it before but I had seen her in a bikini and she had a suntan tattoo just above the waistband of her bikini bottom. I recognized it, a pair of lips. She used a sticker when she tanned so the skin stayed a lighter tone than that around it. I was surprised that it was still visible this late in the year.

I sent her a return text asking, “Is that you in the picture?” I had no doubt it was, I just wanted confirmation. I stared a hole through the picture while I waited for her response. Her pussy was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She has a thick mat of well trimmed black fur, that glistened in the flash of the camera. My hard-on was immediately straining against the fabric of my pajama pants, the only thing I was wearing.

“Of course it is me, silly. Now I want to see your package.” she wrote. I clicked off a couple shots of my throbbing member, and sent the one I felt did me more justice. I seized the opportunity to slowly stroke myself while looking at her picture, and waiting for a response.

“OMG! You make me so horny, you naughty boy!” She finally wrote back.

“I am wanking to your picture, if you gotta know.”

“How much do you do that? Am I always the victim of your fantasies?”

“I don’t see you as a victim in my fantasies. You are more of a vixen.”

“So… How often do you “WANK”?

“20 or 30 times a day.” I sent the text and chuckled to myself for a minute. Then quickly sent another saying, “Seriously… only once or twice a week.”

“That’s not so bad then.” Pause… “I got to get to bed, my love. Big day tomorrow. Mom and I are finishing our xmas shopping.”

“Okay, baby. I love you.”

“I love you, g’nite.”

“G’nite”. I went to my bathroom to get ready for bed. The image of my beautiful sexy aunt’s pussy burned into my brain. My erection would not subside, if I didn’t get my mind off her. I started stroking my sensitive shaft. It was the only way I could think to get rid of the rigid meat standing out from my groin. I watched in the mirror as my hand slid up and down the smooth taut skin. I was watching myself jerk-off, but all I could see was Jess’ tasty looking sex. I had never actually tasted her, but had seen oral sex in videos on the Internet, and knew one day I would taste Jess.

The more I thought about Jess, the faster I stroked myself. I could soon feel my balls pulling tight into my body and the electric tingling sensation that heralded my approaching orgasm. I held onto the feeling as long as I could, but finally, there was no more holding back. I exploded in a huge rush, one rope after another gooey rope into the sink, on the mirror and all over my now slick fingers. As the last drops of cum dripped from the tip of my cock onto my fingers still sliding up and down my shaft. In a moment of curiosity, I licked a tiny amount of my own semen from my hand. It tasted funny and had a strange texture, but it was not at all unpleasant.

I quickly wiped the goo from the mirror and sink, then got in the shower and washed away any residue of my love juice and the day’s grime. By the time I finished, I felt more relaxed and suddenly very tired. I slept like a baby that night. I dreamed of my sweet Aunt Jess.

The next morning I tried calling Jess, but she did not answer her phone. I assumed she and Grammi were shopping as it was late morning. My assumption proved right. Jess called as they were waiting for their lunch. They decided to eat a Perkins near the mall. “I am so sorry I didn’t hear my phone ring,” Jess apologized. We were so focused on our shopping.”

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