The Fictional Dirt: Part III


It has been a few weeks now. Other than my mom and dad working all the time to afford this house and everything else they like to do, nothing has been going on; nothing of much importance anyways. However my life just got interesting in a good way, I was laying in bed a few nights ago and Sara texted me! She has been sending me a few texts here and there, mostly unimportant shit like where the vacuum cleaner is, or what my sisters favorite food is.

I guess that she has started cleaning the house too, like more than you would expect a babysitter to do, she even got a raise because of it, which I didn’t know until she started flirting with me.

There I was, laying in bed wearing nothing but boxers, reading up on some type of car that came into the shop at school; it was a 1997 Toyota Supra and I just wanted to read about other Supra’s, maybe get some ideas here and there.

My phone was the only source of light that night as I lay in my bed that night looking up the specs of a car that I was going to start working on in a few days. All of a sudden my a new window pops up on my phone, the screen reads ‘Sara’ in big letters above smaller words that read ‘text message’. It would normally read the phone number, but I programmed her into my phone ever since she sent me a message asking some random question about Lisa.

“Hey, what are you up to,” I didn’t really know what to say, I was not doing anything important and it took me by surprise, I was surprised  that Sara was not asking some question about my parents, my sister, or cleaning products.

“Nothing much really, just laying in bed looking up some shit about a car I’ll be working on in a few days,” What else could I have said at that moment, it was the truth. It’s not like I’m going to tell her that I’m laying in bed in my boxers watching porn, even though I was a few minutes prior.

More often than not when you do that girls just fucking stop talking to you, and I was happy she was talking to me, it actually made my dick hard, but only a little; but I can’t tell her that, I don’t want to push it.

“What type of car are you looking at?”

“A Toyota Supra”

“Cool,” It sounded like such an automated response that I could only assume that she didn’t know what type of car that was and therefore must not care, but it was kind of attractive that she was pretending to care.

“You ever seen The Fast and The Furious?”

“Yea, like a few weeks after it came out”

“How old were you then?”


“No, not that one. The first one”

“Oh ummm yea, I don’t know. My dad took me to see it when I was like 7 years old or something”

I was only 8 at the time, so I get it; but I’m into cars so I saw it a few dozen times and I don’t really care if people say it’s a shitty movie, I like it man.

“Do you remember the orange car that he brought at the junkyard?”

“No, not really, I remember a black car, and that’s only because my dad was having an orgasm in his pants over it.”

“Do you remember him saying something along the lines of there is no way in hell the lawn mower with a turbo can beat that classic muscle car?”

“Yeah, but I was so young it didn’t really mean anything to me, just my dad being crazy.”

At that point I hit the home button to go to the main screen and immediately opened Google, typing ‘Supra Fast and’ into the search bar; and just like Google is known to do it already gave me the option of what I was looking for. I tap my thump on the search and filter the results by images, without looking too hard I found the picture of that Supra and saved it to my phone just so I could send it to Sara.

“Ohhh, that car.”

“Yep, I’ll be working on that car in a few days.”

A brief pause goes by, long enough that I can assume that she doesn’t know what to say. In an attempt to fill the silence I go onto type, “Well not that car, but one like it.”

“That is cool.”

The conversation just came to a stand still and neither of us knew what to say. So I just continued with what I was doing before she texted me. A few minutes go by and nothing is said by either of us, the only thing I could think to say would either sound really perverted or really basic like the weather or something.”

“Hey,” she said out of nowhere.

“What’s up”

“You should send me a picture of you.”

I’m going though my phone, trying to find a photo of me. I don’t keep many pictures of myself saved onto my phone. So I did the only thing I could think of, I went onto Facebook and saved my profile picture to my phone just to send it to her.

“You’re silly.”


“I want to see a picture of you now.”

“My lights off and I’m practically naked.”


“That’s kinda weird”


“Because I’m naked”


A short pause goes by when she continues to say, “You’re wearing boxers aren’t you.”

“Yes I am, but I still don’t want to show you.”

“You’re cute though, and you already saw me in my blue bikini; which not a lot of men get to do.

I reached over to turn on my lamp and turn my phone onto it’s camera. I try the best to get a picture of the tattoo going down my arm, being that I was using that hand to cover my junk, granted they were under my boxers, but I wanted to be somewhat modest.

It takes my phone awhile to send pictures, so while it was doing its thing I started a new conversation by saying, “I sent it, but it might take awhile.”

“It didn’t with the others.”

I technically did not send the picture at this point but I had to make up some kind of excuse of why it would take awhile, “Those were downloaded from the internet though, for some reason the pictures that I physically take with my phone take a bit.”

Out of nowhere came a new message, one that came out of left field, “Guess what I did today?”


“You’re parents gave me a raise a few days ago because I have been cleaning the house on my down time.”

“That is awesome, did you buy something?”

“Yes, I even took pictures”

“What did you buy?”

After a short wait I got a picture of her standing in a dressing room with her everyday clothes on staring into a mirror that was only reflecting into another mirror behind her creating that endless hallway effect. There she was, standing there looking as innocent as ever with a naughty intention in her facial expression.

She was wearing a jean skirt with a tanktop that was almost skin tight, but did seem to have some amount of slack to it, I could see her black bra straps going over each shoulder, her tanktop straps were not think enough to cover them.

She was looking into the mirror with a look on her face as if she was about to do something that her mom didn’t raise her to do. She was holding up a clothes hanger with a new bikini, this one was red and appeared to be smaller then the last bikini I saw her in. Carefully placed in the other hand was a new set of lase lingerie colored a dark red with thin black accents that ran up and down, it was complete with thin black stockings that must have went past her knees.

“I bought a new bikini, I just happened to get some new bra and panties too”.

Just hearing her say that on top of receiving the picture was filling my dick with blood so fast that it was like a clown was blowing up a balloon. As fast as I could I found the picture of me and attached it before pressing send.

She got it right away, “Oh, that is hot, why are you covering your cock?”

“Because I expected this to be a tamer conversation.”

“What are you doing now.”

“Well, I just took slid my boxers down and my dick is pretty hard.”

“I’d love to see your cock.”


The next message I get is another picture, this time she is slightly bent over with her tank top straps off of her shoulders and her panties slid around her knees showing darkness if you were to try to look up her skirt.

“Aren’t you supposed to be trying clothes on in a dressing room?”

“Yes, but you got to take them off before you can put them on.”

“You want to know a secret?”

“Yes, but first you got to tell me if you want to see me in the bikini or the bra and panties.”

“I already saw you in a bikini, I’d love to see you in a bra and panties.”

I got another picture after she asked that question, this time she was looking in one mirror holding her shirt up just underneath her boobs while she was covering her pussy with her other hand as she stuck her bubble shaped ass in the mirror that was behind her. Which I’m assuming was the focal point.

“Oh God, my dick is so hard right now.”

“Can I see it?”

“You know that time I came home for lunch and you were in the blue bikini?”

“Yes, I remember that day well.”

“Do you remember when I went to the bathroom.”

A short pause took place, I wanted to see her reaction, but there wasn’t one until I continued with, “I was not going to the bathroom.”

“Oh yea.”

“I was standing in front of the sink with a hard cock and my pants around my ankles.”

“Oh really?” The way she said it could make me assume that she knew what I was doing in the bathroom without me telling her. “I was hoping you would catch me,” after another short pause I go onto say, “I even left the door open.”

“Well as much as I would have liked to catch you and help you out that would have been an awkward situation to walk in on.”


“What if you didn’t want me to know. I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

“I would have loved a handjob from you.”

“Oh honey I would have done more than that. And to be honest it was kind of hot to know that I made you hard.”

The next thing I see on my phone is another picture, this time she was absolutely naked and I could tell that she was not afraid to show me what she had.

She stood with her butt facing the closest mirror to her, she was facing the mirror on the other wall. I don’t know how she was able to get that picture but somehow she was able to place the phone an an angle behind her butt. Which olny gave me a great view of her ass that was so big and perfectly shaped that it looked as if each ass cheek was its own water balloon.

The camera was angled in such a way that you were able to see into the mirror that was in front of her. In the mirror you were able to see her naked body from head to toe with her clothes laying on the ground and a red bikini that was still on the hanger of the wall. Her hand that was free was raised up and bent at the elbow, falling behind her head; holding onto her long locks of blond hair that only made her look that much sexier. From this view I could tell that she shaved her pussy, and to be honest all I was thinking about was how much I would like to stick my tongue in and swirl it around. I could also see her perky breasts that just screamed my name.

Based on what I saw it was either cold in that changing room or she was actually horny.

“That is a really hot picture, you’re making my cock so hard right now.”

“Really? I want to see what it. I don’t know if it is too big for my mouth.”

This made me think of what she was saying before I got the naked picture of her as I was pulling down my boxers to wrap my hand around my hard cock that had so much blood that you would think a doctor would be able to get an entire vile of blood they were to draw blood from my penis. I was laying down on the bed and before I took a picture I thought to myself, “Fuck it, I’ll just take my boxers off.”

My parents and sister were sleeping and have been for about two hours so I was not worried about anyone coming into my room while I had a hard on. I just happened to have a full size mirror in my room that hung on a pivot point in the center. I took my boxers off and walked over to the mirror laying on the ground in front of it.

This way she would be able to see the front and back of my hard dick while she can see my smiling into the mirror with my tattooed arm holding the back of my head upwards looking into the mirror.

“Now what were you saying about not giving me a handjob?”

“Oh I was just implying that I’d get on my knees and slowly run my wet lips up and down the shaft of your cock.”

I laid back in bed and sent her the picture, waiting patiently for a response form her.

“Oh honey, I want your dick so bad.”

This only excited me more than I already was and in the back of my mind I was plotting when I’d come home for lunch next so I could fuck her while my sister was sleeping.

She then sent me another message that said, “You can put that in one of two holes.”

That made me wonder, “Which are?”

I can either suck on it until you cum wherever you please or you can stick it up my wet pussy and watch me bounce up and down on your cock while I moan”

This got me really excited, I couldn’t believe this girl was doing this. I didn’t ask her to, but I had no room to complain about it either. Like, she must have found me super attractive because she is the one the came after me!

“Baby I want you to cum for me.”

After a short pause she goes onto give me a short story.

“You come home for lunch one day and I’m upstairs putting your sister down for a nap.”

This was intriguing me as I lay back in bed with my cock in one hand and my phone in the other.

“By the time I come downstairs you are sitting on the couch watching TV and waiting for your food to heat up”

“And then what”

She sent the next message with some type of authority that was sexy as hell in such a situation.

I then get another picture from her, this one showing her butt from above because she had the camera at an angle above her head and in front of her body. She was looking into the camera as she was biting the side of her lip and holding both boobs up under her arm that was wrapped in front of her.

“What are you doing? Put your hand back on that hard cock and stroke it for me while I talk dirty to you.”

This made me smile but I had to remind her of how hot she was and how hard my dick was

“I know your cock is hard, that is why I want you to cum for me.”

She goes onto tell me a story that she was not able to finish. The story was talking about her coming downstairs completely naked because she liked to walk around a house that was not hers totally naked, it excites her she told me. She goes onto tell me about how she heard the TV and saw me sitting on the couch as she started to come down the stairs, she was a little nervous at first but she wanted to see how I would react. She told me her reasoning for coming downstairs was because she found me super attractive and figured what kind of 19 year old boy doesn’t like a naked women.

When she came down the stairs, according to this story that she was telling, I looked at her with amazement mixed with embarrassment because I did not know how to react.

She sat on the ottoman in front of me and placed both of her hands on my knees with her boobs on full view in front of my face. She could tell something was weird and I was not acting like my normal self so she asked what was wrong. According to her I didn’t know how to react with her fully naked, and in front of me.

Apparently I was also wearing basketball shorts that day and as I looked downwards acting as if I didn’t know if I should look up or not, she said, “Oh, I see,” and with a big smile she finished by asking, “Do you want my help?”

All I did was shrug my solders and said, “I don’t k…”

Before I could finish my sentence she slid her hands up both sides of my legs and wrapped her fingers under my boxers pulling towards her, taking my shorts with.

This was her story, it was unrealistic, but the way she told it and described every detail was beyond sexy and in a weird way gave me a new love for story telling, but that is beside the point.

In this story as soon as she pulled my shorts down to my knees she said, “That is the nicest cock I’ve ever seen.” She then continues to tell me that I should take off my tanktop so it doesn’t get in the way.

She then goes into a way of describing how she would give me a blowjob.

“You know that soft spot under your head on the back of your cock?”


“Well I turn my head to the side and slowly flick in with my tongue as I’m playing with your balls.”

After another 3 minutes of her describing this to me I sent her a short text that said “I just came all over.”

To which she replied by saying, “I wish I was there to lick it off of your bare stomach.”

We spent about another hour or two talking about life, my sister, my parents, her mom and dad, movies, music, and just a bunch of random stuff. Towards the end of the conversation she let me know that she was still wet. And I actually felt kinda bad for not helping her out. At the same time I was thinking about how weird that was, that she can have a 3 hour conversation and be horny the entire time without doing anything about it.

I know I can’t think about anything until I cum, that is just weird to me.

“Well I got school in like a hour now I guess I’ll just take a power nap or something.”

“I’m sorry, did I talk to you too long”

“Yea, kinda; but I enjoyed the hell out of it.”

“I guess you could wake me up in the morning when you get here.”

“No, I would love to, but you know your mom, she’ll think that is weird or something.”

The next thing I get before we say our goodnights is another picture, in this one she was weraring her new bikini that was too small and showed way too much to be worn in public.

“That is super hot, but way too small.”

“I know it hurt to wear.”

“So why did you buy it?”

“I didn’t.”

A short pause goes by and she says, “I just tried it on so I could send you a sexy picture.”

“Well I’m not complaining, but I already saw you naked.”

“I know hun, you can save it in your phone for some other time.”

I was now thinking about what she said that she bought and I go onto say, “What about the bra and panties?”

“Oh I got those.”

“Can I see them?”

“Not yet.”

“What do you mean ‘yet’.”

“Did your mom or dad tell you anything about a vacation?”

“Kind of, but I didn’t think about it until now.”

“Well they are paying me extra to stay there all week and watch over your sister.”

Another short pause goes by followed with, “I guess I’ll have to take care of you too.”

“Well that is super sexy but I’m going to my friends house, I guess my mom doesn’t want me here overnight with a girl.”


“Umm….just look at this conversion. I don’t think she knows you like me, but she knows I’m 19 and I get horny by breathing.”

“Well dammit, find a way to come over for a night or something.”

“Not a problem, my friend is 25 and lives by himself, so I don’t got to play games with parents.”

I continued by saying, “And he is a guy, all I got to say is that some hot chick wants to fuck me and he will be happy to let me go.”

“Those bra and panties you were asking about.”


“They are for one of those nights, I bet they will look good on your floor.”


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