The paper is delicate, so I open it carefully and then take out the letter. Immediately I see a picture included, but I steel myself and decide to read her words first.
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Dear Rocco,
I know I’ve sent you quite a few letters since the first one, but I remember being away from home for camp when I was younger and seeing everyone so happy when they got letters. It made me realize I could do the same for you. It’s different putting it on paper now, but somehow it feels like more. Maybe that’s just on my end because I’m doing all the writing and spilling my guts about every little thing, but it makes me feel like we’re not alone.
You probably have lots of friends coming to visit you or waiting for you to get out, but the truth is that most of the time I’m kind of lonely. I do really like my neighbor Mrs. Honey. Remember me telling you about her? She’s the older lady that likes to tell me about her daytime soap operas and makes me treats when she’s up to it.
Anyway, I’m super nervous about this letter because I’m including a picture. You mentioned that you didn’t want to see me scared and I thought this would show you how I’d look at you if you were here with me now.
I hope to hear from you soon, but if not it’s okay. I enjoy writing to you and if one day you change your mind about letting me visit you then I’ll be there as quick as I can.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I passed the exam I told you I was so worried about last week. Mrs. Honey quizzed me and I think that really helped. I’m so close to finishing. I can’t believe graduation is right around the corner!
I hope you’re doing okay and that you’re keeping your chin up. I’m still working on calling the state offices and just being an overall pest to them. It’s the only thing I can think to do, but if you know of another way I can help, let me know!
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The one you saved,
Lizzy
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I bring the letter to my nose and I can smell a faint trace of lemon and rosemary. She smells clean and fresh, which is unlike anything in this cold place.
Taking a deep breath, I lift up the photo and look at it. It takes me a long moment to let my eyes focus and when I can see every detail of her face, I stop breathing.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper as I look into her eyes.
She’s looking up at the camera like how I would look down at her if she was in front of me. Her dark blue eyes stare at me through the image and all I can think is, this is the face she’d make right before she asked me to fuck her.
Her full lips are parted and I can see the bottom one is damp. She must have just licked them before she snapped the camera. I look down and I can see a hint of her cleavage and the swell of her breasts behind her sweater. The whole thing is so innocent yet my cock is swelling to the point of pain.
I lean back on my cot and hold the picture in the light as I slide my hand inside my jumpsuit and to my cock. It’s hard and hot as I wrap my hand around it and squeeze it to the point of pain.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t jerk off to the sweet photo of her that looks like it belongs in a church bulletin. But everything about how pure and good she is makes me want to fuck her more.
The tip of my cock leaks cum and I use it to lube up my shaft. I’m angry as I jack my arm up and down quickly because I hate that she’s done this to me. She broke open my insides and made me want something I never knew was possible. It’s all her fault that I’m so fucking hard up that I’m having to beat my cock off just to find some semblance of release. How dare she put me in this state where the only relief is my hand.
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?
Eight
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.
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Lizzy,
Send more pictures.
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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.
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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.