Surprise! Dirty Mobile Phone Messages
“Surprise, soon you’ll receive dirty mobile phone messages,” appeared on Ken’s cell phone.
Ken rolled over in the bed and reread the message.
“Jill,” Ken texted back, “This U? If so, not funny. We’re over.”
Minutes later, “U wish, A-hole. U blew it when when u took that nerd’s side over me. U got me suspended from school!”
Ken had given the principal Jill’s name when ‘someone’ had deliberately pushed Karen Sanders, the smartest girl in school, AKA the nerd, down the stairs. Jill had gotten suspended and had been disqualified from being on the Homecoming Court.
“U could have killed her. Ur so lucky she only sprained her ankle. If she wasn’t such a nice person, u would be in a jail.” As Ken texted, he noticed that the message, “Surprise, soon you’ll receive dirty mobile phone messages,” had repeated.
“U saying she should have pressed charges? U SOB. Are u fucking her, Ken? She’s such a liar; I never touched her.”
Ken wished he was fucking Karen; he had liked her ever since the fifth grade, but she never seemed interested in anything but school.
“Maybe I am,” Ken responded angrily. “I’m definitely not fucking u. Ur calls have been blocked,” he keyed in quickly and then blocked Jill’s number.
Still, who was sending him SMS text messages about dirty mobile phone messages? If his brother, Jared, was sending him SMS text messages, bragging about his foursome again, Ken planned on kicking him in the fucking nuts. He wasn’t interested in hearing about somebody else’s sex life.
Ken answered the phone on the first ring.
“Hello,” he said.
“I’m so wet,” a female moaned.
Then Ken heard squishing noises through the phone; it reminded him of fingers inside a wet pussy. He realized that’s what it was. “Oh shit.” He yanked his swollen dick from his boxers.
“Who are you?” he begged for an answer.
“Karen.”
Ken moaned. “Karen Sanders?”
“Yes, it’s me. I figured I owed you something for standing up for me, and I am quite horny. Is it too late for you to come over so I can help you out as well? It’s kind of hard for me to get around
“On my way.”
Karen smiled. Falling down the stairs on purpose had worked well. Now Ken was hers.
