Henry and the Girls for Adult Sex Text Chat
Sixteen year old Henry couldn’t believe it. He had spent his last dollar on a raffle ticket and had won. He had no idea what the prize was, but the gorgeous girl who had sold him the ticket thanked him for supporting the Girls for Adult Sex Text Chat, whatever that was. Henry was supposed to go to their sorority house at 9pm. That gave him an hour to do some research on his computer on the Girls for Adult Sex Text Chat.
When Henry couldn’t find anything on the charity, he searched for some of the words separately. Of course, he knew what “text” and “chat” were, and he knew about “adult sex”. Still, he didn’t know how they all fit together. Perhaps, he thought with his vivid imagination, ‘it’s an organization for girls who like to text about adult sex.’ Even better he imagined, they were girls who liked having sex. That would be more than he could imagine; him in a sorority house filled with horny girls. Maybe they were going to start off the evening by sending him some dirty text messages. He glanced at his cell. The only text message was from his mother, and it certainly wasn’t dirty.
While Henry waited for the dirty text messages to begin, he grabbed on of his porn magazines. Within a minute, he was reclining on the bed with his dick out as he flipped through the pages with one hand. Henry stroked himself with lotion as he imagined the girls in the sorority looked just like the women in the magazine. He could see himself spread out on a bed surrounded by a dozen or so girls. He would be a young Hugh Hefner. As he continued his fantasy, Henry stroked himself even faster. Soon, he came and fell into a deep slumber.
“So,” one of the dozen, nude, sorority girls said as she and her sisters stretched out a Double King bed that even Hugh Hefner would envy. “I thought he was coming.”
Ginger, the one with the big tits, moaned. “And it had been so long since I had a virgin. I wonder what happened to him.”
