Me: Why are you drinking? I thought you were sick.
Coach: I am sorry I was there today
I giggled to myself and shook my head at his mistake.
Me: Are you drunk right now?
Coach: Ria, I am a Russian man I do not get drunk
I laughed. Typical of Kova to get dickish with me.
Me: You're drunk lol
Coach: I not
Me: You are
Coach: Ria
I was full on grinning now.
Me: Prove it.
Moments later, Kova texted me a photo with the caption: You make me happy. My heart fluttered in my chest. He was slumped against a couch looking comfortable and cozy, a slight smirk curved the corners of his lips. His eyes were heavy and glossy, almost lazy, with slightly flushed cheeks. He wasn't looking at the camera though, it was like he had stared at himself while he attempted to take a picture. He clearly had no experience doing this. I tried not to laugh. My eyes traveled down past his face. I noticed a thick roped silver necklace, and a crisp white dress shirt that was unbuttoned and hanging open to reveal his fine chest. Damn man looked sexy as hell.
Me: I'm trying really hard not to laugh too loud right now. I didn't take you for the selfie kind of guy.
Coach: What did you take for?
Me: A dick pic kind of guy lol
Coach: Riaa
Yeah, he was drunk. I covered my mouth to hold back the laughter. I felt like I could hear him saying my name.
Me: You're definitely drunk and I'm being honest lol
Coach: You want a picture of my dic Ria
I chewed my lip and butterflies swirled in my stomach. I hadn't expected for the conversation to go this way, but I wasn't objecting to it either.
Me: I mean, I wouldn't say no to a dick pic
Coach: Too bad I am not one of thoe guys
Me: You're no fun
Just when I least expected it, Kova texted me a photo. It wasn't a real dick pic, but it was close enough. With his legs spread wide and his black dress pants unbuckled with the zipper down, his hand was deep inside, gripping himself. Kova never wore boxers so I could see the fine black hairs that led down to his thick length. A strong vein swirled around. I wished he'd move his hand. My mouth watered at the sight of how erotic it was to see a man like this.
Me: Go lower.
Surprisingly, he did, but he teased me. My brows raised at the vein I loved so much on his pelvis that swirled down his length. His penis was out of his pants, hard and erect like it was ready to explode, and his hand was fisting the head.
Me: Thank God I'm sitting in the tub or else I'd have to change my panties. You give good dick pics
Coach: You seen a dick pic before you bette not
Me: Lol I haven't until now, just imagined what they would look like