~Ian~

Pillows are important.

It is on them that we have the best of dreams, and the most beautiful conversations with our special somebodies.

It is them into which we scream to let our frustrations out, it is them that we clutch when we're craving a hug, into them we cry on endless nights.

Pillows are like our personal emotion absorbents. They soak our overflowing sentiments like a friend in need.

Yet I was here, feeling more lonely than I ever could, texting another equally bored person, while my head rested on the softness of my pillow.

~Noah~

I held my favourite pillow to my chest with the help of my knees as I sat on the bed, wondering what to do.

It had been a week since Ryder broke up with me; a week since I had stopped smiling at every other person, except my little children. Why was this proving to be such a difficult time? I had been through so many of them. I should be used to it by now.

But I so wasn't. I still found it hard to let it settle into my head that Ryder was gone. Our relationship was gone. Our conversations, the kisses, blushing for him, all of these were memories of the past. I was alone again. But what was so wrong with me that I always ended up being alone? Why was I never the dumper but always the dumpee?

"Fuck my life!" I screamed aloud at the top of my lungs. Nobody was going to stop me. This flat was my own. The neighbour upstairs always had night duties. I was solo and free.

But what was the advantage of being free? I had nothing to celebrate about it.

My phone dinged from somewhere in the sheets and I quickly scoured for it. There was a message from my high school best friend, Trevor.

"How are you holding up?" It read.

I sighed. I had half the hopes that it would be Ryder deciding to check up on me, or perhaps reconsidering the breakup. But as usual, I was fooled.

"Better," I texted him back. I so wasn't. But I didn't want to bother him with the truth. It was already too good of him to be there for me all the time, despite us being towns away. He was still in our old town, near where my parents lived, working on his startup. I was proud of him and happy for him but it didn't stop me from wishing that he was here with me, hanging out and chilling so I could feel a little less lonely.

It's not like I had no friends. I had co-teachers from school whom I hung out with every now and then after school hours. But I did not have much fun with them. It just wasn't a very fitting vibe.

"You should try a dating site." Trevor's next text read. I rolled my eyes. It was these dating sites that had caused all the problems. I had thought I could find someone good there, someone I can keep. But all of those dates turned out to be nothing more than flings.

"I've had enough of them." I replied.

"How about sexting sites?" He suggested, adding winking emojis afterwards. I chuckled.

"I don't wanna."

"You should give it a go, Noah! Those can be fun. Besides, you just want to let off some steam. I won't suggest looking for something serious right away."

"I know. I don't want to either. But you only find creeps on these sexting sites."

"There's this one that's becoming very popular. I'll send you the link. You should try it."

"Fine," I gave in because I knew there was no point arguing with him.

"Good boy (;" He replied and then not long after, I received the link he had mentioned.

I lay back on the bed, cuddling my pillow and getting into a comfortable position. This would probably just bore me into sleep.

The logline of the site said, 'Match with people near you!'

It would be awkward if I matched with somebody I knew but anyway, I shrugged and made an account. I didn't put my own photograph, I was still very apprehensive about sexting sites. After finishing with the account verification and other shit, I went to the explore section and looked through the popular threads with thousands of people participating.

"DDLG, BDSM, Stockholm Syndrome, CNC..." I read on, shivering as I did so. These seemed to be too graphic. I wasn't sure if I wanted to try these but I was also curious about what people were talking in them. I clicked on BDSM to check it out.

'If you want to be fucked like the slut you are, hit me up yourdaddy69'

"Damn boy," I whispered. This was hardcore. I quickly hit the back button and swiped away from the threads section. There was another section where you could explore the profiles near you and match with them. I swiped through them. People seemed to have added their real pictures.

"Brady Shaw, 39, looking for a dom." I read aloud. The profile picture was of a balding man. I hastily scrolled away.

"Joey Owen, 16, can suck better than your wife. Oh my god!" I added the exclamation myself. The photo was of a tongue with cum splattered over it. Kids these days!

"Ian Lutyens, 20." The next profile read. It had no bio and the picture was of a man's defined biceps. This looked more 'my type' than the others so I clicked on the 'interested' button and as soon as I did, a chat opened up along with a popping message on the screen saying 'OMG! Looks like they like you too!' I chuckled. This was stupidly funny.

"Hey" The guy messaged. I replied with the same.

"Are you new here?" He asked.

"Yes, how did you know?" I asked, curiously.

"You forgot to remove the default bio." He replied. I quickly went to my profile to see it and sure enough, it was there. 'Hi there! I'm new here. Show me how this works? (;' I laughed and erased it.

"Lmao. This was funny." I replied to Ian.

"Haha. What are you into?" He asked.

Um. Weren't we supposed to introduce ourselves first?

"I don't know. I'm just trying new stuff." I answered.

"What do you think about roleplaying?" He asked. Roleplaying. Hmm. It didn't sound so bad. I had often imagined about scenarios while masturbating.

"Sounds good. I haven't tried in reality though."

"Would you like to?"

This guy seemed so fast and confident, despite being like three years younger than me. I felt like a noob.

"Here? Yes."

"So, how about you being a sweet innocent teacher and me being a jock who corrupts you?"

I blushed so hard. Little did he know, I was already playing my part in real life. This sounded very exciting though, so I agreed to it.

What followed was a toe-curling, back-arching, moan-inducing conversation like I had never had before. I had sexted many boyfriends in the past, but it was my first time sexting a complete stranger, and I wouldn't lie, this was a hundred times more invigorating. I didn't feel the duty to satisfy him, I didn't feel the sense of being judged.

Maybe this was the kind of 'free' I was looking for.

"You look abnormally sexy with your legs wide open on that table." His text read. My breathing quickened. I imagined myself on my teacher's table, inviting him to have me. I felt so dirty. And I kind of liked that.

"I can't wait for you to have me." I said to him.

"I would point at your ass and unbashedly say that I'm going to destroy that."

My breath came out in shivers.

"I can feel the pain already."

"Fuck I'd throw you back and shove it so deep inside you."

"I can't imagine how good it would feel in real. I already feel my ass getting excited for you."

"You have no idea how crazy it's getting for me. You've made me so hard."

I blushed and felt strangely proud of myself.

"It's raining outside," He texted and I looked towards the window and noticed that it indeed was. That meant he lived close by.

"And I want to rain my cum all over you." He added.

"Fuck me already Ian!" I texted and moaned aloud at the same time. I was so turned on.

"I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I want you to think of me every time you touch yourself. Or every time somebody else enters you. I want you screaming my name in your head. Fuck, I want to mark you."

"Fuckkkk!" I was going to orgasm so hard. This guy was too much.

"You won't be able to forget me. You're mine, doll. (;"

"I bet I can't, I'm already calling out your name."

"Now I won't be able to stop thinking about the wet open mouth that's calling my name."

"I'm salivating thinking about you."

"You're going to salivate looking up at me when I fuck the lights out of you."

"Ah! Fuck!"

"I'd fuck you with the doors open. I'd let anybody watch you being claimed mine."

"I'm yours." I felt my cheeks burn as I sent that. I had totally surrendered. He could order me to do anything right now and I'd do it for him.

Instead of a message, he sent a short voice note afterwards. I was so nervous to open it but the curiosity was killing me. So I played it.

"Cum for me, Noah." His thick voice flowed into my ears through the phone speaker. Fuck, this was it. The way he said my name. The way he commanded me to do it.

I replayed it multiple times and each time pushed me a little more towards orgasm. Right when I knew I was about to reach my high, I pressed the record button.

"Fuckkkkk, Ian," I screamed as cum splattered all over my thighs and released the button.

The message got delivered to him.

He didn't reply for sometime while I tried to catch my breath. I was a mess.

"This was one of the best orgasms I have had in a while." He texted a few minutes later. "I came to your screams."

I smiled and then bit my lip. It felt amazing. It felt surprisingly too great.

"Let's do it again tomorrow?" I said, hoping he agrees. And he did.

"Definitely, see you at eleven. Good night."

I grabbed my pillow and blushed into it. This was going to become an interesting habit.

A/N: Finally! The encounter has happened and I know the chapter is short but I hope you guys liked it.

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