I grunt because it’s not enough and I don’t like the way it feels. My hand isn’t a soft cushion like her body would be and it’s pissing me off.
With a growl I roll over on my stomach and shove my pillow against my dick. I put her picture down on the mattress so that she’s under me and I hump the pillow. I pretend the best I can that it’s her under me as my cock sinks into the soft cotton. It’s nowhere close to her warm curves, but it will have to do. And it’s better than my gritty hand that’s stained with dirt and feels like sandpaper.
“Lizzy,” I whisper as I hump and hump, feeling my cock swelling more with each thrust. “Sweet, sweet Lizzy.”
I keep my eyes on hers as my balls tighten and hot cum boils up inside me.
The cot scrapes across the floor and the coils of the springs groan at my weight. But I keep thrusting like I would if I were on top of her until I find the release I’m so desperate for.
My sticky cum spurts out onto the pillow and all over my cock. A smear of white cream runs down my shaft as I roll back over on the bed and try to catch my breath. I lie there for a long time, but my cock doesn’t soften. I’ve just fucked myself ragged and it’s not enough, and it’s all her fault.
I hold the picture up and then bring it to my lips as I close my eyes. What has this girl done to me?
Chapter 8
Lizzy
I never thought I would be on a first-name basis with my mailman, or mailwoman I guess? But I walk outside to check the mail just as Emily pulls up and I wave at her.
“You doing okay today?” she asks when she hands me over a few things and then reaches into the box beside her again.
“Yeah, I’m doing great. Do you want me to take in Mrs. Honey’s?” I ask, and she smiles at me.
“I was going to see if you wouldn’t mind. She told me yesterday she wasn’t feeling too great and to just run her mail up on the porch for her.”
“No problem,” I say then wave goodbye to her.
I walk into my house to drop off my mail, but I guess when I go to set them on the side table I’m not paying attention and they fall to the floor.
“Shoot,” I sigh as I kneel down and pick them up. That’s when I see a letter marked from Rocco.
Before I know what I’m doing I tear it open and unfold it right that moment.
Lizzy,
Send more pictures.
Rocco
I laugh as I turn the page over and see nothing else on it. Then to my complete shock I see another letter on the floor addressed from him. I scoop it up quickly then scan the rest to make sure there aren’t three. I’m shaking as I open this one and have to bite my lip to keep from smiling even though I have no idea why I’m trying to hide it.
Lizzy,
Sorry about the last letter. I think I got a little excited and demanding. I loved your last letter and the picture you sent. There was something in your eyes that…let’s just say it moved me. You are so beautiful and you were right, I didn’t see any fear. All I saw was a young woman too pure to be touched by a man like me. My hands are dirty and don’t deserve to touch you. But that’s all I thought about when I looked at your picture. I’d be a lucky man if I ever got to lay a hand on you, but you shouldn’t let me.
You said that I probably have people waiting on me, but the only one I care about is you. I’m not asking you to wait for me or to even be mine, but that’s what I want. I should play this cooler or stop admitting my feelings so easily, but something about you makes me want to confess.
I’m also writing to tell you that your phone calls have stirred up something somewhere. I got a call from the state district attorney and they’re going to reopen my case. They said there were some discrepancies with evidence and witness tampering. They believed I was made to plead guilty because of a back room deal and the judge is going to be investigated.
I don’t know what this means for my time in here, but if your offer to come see me still stands, I’ve added you to my visitor list. I don’t know what else to say but that for the first time in maybe forever I’m filled with hope.
The one you saved,
Rocco
My heart is hammering in my chest and I read the letter three times before I finally look up again. Does this all mean what I think it does? I should go ask Mrs. Honey since she’s good with relationships. I’m not so sure the drama from the soaps help her, but overall she’s got great advice.