Chatlines numbers and Chatline Text
Chatlines numbers and SMS Text Messages
Jack stared at his seventeen year old reflection in the mirror. Tonight was the night. He was finally going to fuck his girlfriend, Gina. He was so happy his parents were out of town.
Downstairs he had ordered Gina’s favorite pizza and a Caesar Salad. Two silver domes, surrounded by lavender candles, covered both their plates. From the wine cellar, Jack had taken a bottle of his father’s best champagne, with his father’s approval.
Although Jack hadn’t told his mom his plans, he never kept anything from his dad, and his dad was so happy about Jack finally fucking his girlfriend that he had given Jack the keys to the house, the wine cellar, and a large box of condoms.
As Jack zipped up his jeans, his cell phone rang. Hopefully, Gina was letting him know that she was pulling up out front.
“Hi,” Gina said in a very sexy mobile phone sex voice. “Whatcha doing?”
“Just waiting for you with a huge, hard, horny impatience,” laughed Jack.
“I’m sorry.” Gina’s voice suddenly grew serious. “But I can’t come.”
“What the fuck?”
“My granny’s sick so I have to go keep her company.”
“My…” Gina hesitated, “ah, my mother’s.”
Jack stomped downstairs. She wasn’t coming over, and it certainly didn’t sound like he was going to be able to jack off to SMS text messages either.
“Shush,” Gina whispered away from the phone, but Jack still heard her.
“Who are you talking to?” Jack chewed a slice of pizza loudly.
“No one,” Gina quickly replied. “Gotta go take care of her now. See you Jack.”
“Love…” But the other line was already dead. “Damn!” Jack realized that both of Gina’s grandmothers were dead. She was playing him for a fool.
An incoming SMS text message caught his attention. It was from Gina’s friend, Karla.
“No,” Jack texted back. “U?”
“doin nuthin, bored.”
“Wanna come over?” Jack didn’t have anything to lose, and he still planned on fucking somebody tonight.
“Which dead granny died again?”
Jack ignored her. “Is she cheating on me?”
The screen was blank for a few seconds.
“I want to fuck u, Karla.”
“Does it matter?”
“Not really. There in fifteen minutes. Wanna have mobile phone sex while I drive? ”
Jack licked his lips as he texted. “Yeah, Fuck urself; I want to hear u cum.”