“My…” Becca echoes, squishing in from the other side.
“God,” I finish because someone had to and I promise, we didn’t practice that one either. But the sight of this magnificent cock was literally swoon worthy. I felt a little faint as I stared at the thick, veiny, purple headed cock on my screen.
I hand the phone over to Ashley with a stern, “Don’t drop this and for fuck’s sakes, don’t close that pic!” as I shove my key in the door. Once we’ve made it in the door, we all gather around my phone for some more oogling time.
“I think it’s almost as big as Apollo’s dick,” Ashley finally says, and I just glare at her. There is no way Apollo, a suit, has a dick this big. She shrugs at my glare. “I’ll have to have him do a dick pic sometime so I can show you guys.”
I turn back to the photo in my hand. Apollo is fine and whatever, but he isn’t Diesel. Ashley’s welcome to her boyfriend.
“So, now that we at least know that he’s hung,” Ashley says, “how else can we know that he’s an outlaw?”
We begin cleaning up in the bathroom. Thank god it’s big with double sinks so we can spread out.
“What do all outlaws ride?” Ashley asks, excitement in her voice.
“Horses?” Becca asks, deadpan.
“Outlaws in this century,” Ashley shoots back.
“Motorcycles…” I say slowly. “Ash, you’re a genius!” I drop my hairbrush and begin texting Diesel again. “If you are a real outlaw,” I mutter out loud as I type, “you’ll pick me up on your motorcycle and take me somewhere dangerous on our date. There!” I say, pressing send. “Let’s see what he has to say about that.”
Before I can even put the phone down, it vibrates.
Deal.
“I wonder where he’s going to take you!” Becky squeals, as my phone vibrates again.
Fair’s fair - I showed you mine…
“Oh god, Lisa!” Ashley squeals in my ear. She snuck a peek over my shoulder. “Are you going to? Are you?”
“What?” Becca asks, crowding in on the other side of me. She lifts her gaze and all three of us stare at each other in the mirror over the bathroom counter. There’s nothing but the sound of my heartbeat.
“Are you?” Becca asks breathlessly.
“Do it, do it, do it!” Ashley chants, and Becca joins in. I start laughing. I cannot believe them!
I cannot believe I’m considering this!
With a big inhalation for courage, I slip into my bedroom, lay down on the bed, pull my panties to the side, and click!
Like a selfie, except, you know, not my face.
After a couple more tries to get it just right, I send it off, hardly breathing when I do. This isn’t me. I don’t do shit like this! But there’s something about Diesel that makes me want to...
Nice. The text message is almost instantaneous. Now I’ll have something to stare at tonight when I go to sleep.
You better take me somewhere amazing, and dangerous, for our date.
You’ll just have to wait and see.
He’s killing me, absolutely killing me.
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Lisa
The driver of the Rolls Royce pulls up to a smooth stop. “We’re here, ma’am,” he says in a thick French accent and I have to wonder if Diesel actually hired this guy from France just to drive his car or if he’s just pretending to be French. It isn’t like I’d be able to tell the difference.