As for animals, I am indeed a cat lady. Well, maybe not a ‘cat lady,’ per se. Is there a number you have to have to be a cat lady? I’ve only got one, but I’ve been tempted to get another. Although now you have me thinking about a puppy. I’m just not sure I could handle one. I hear you have to be firm with them, and I’m not sure that’s a personality trait I can have with a cute little puppy. With my students, yes, but I think puppy-dog eyes would do me in, and you’d soon find me making homemade puppy treats!
I promise, none of the treats I’ve sent are puppy treats!
I know you can’t tell me where you are or what you’re doing, but I’m curious what you do in your free time. I seem to find myself wondering about that. Maybe it’s because you described yourself to me and I’m trying to fully picture you.
As for what I look like, you can thank my friend Tammy for the picture I’ve included. She took the pic and insisted I send it. Like I said, I’m shy, and I need a little encouragement from time to time. She might have also stolen a few of your cookies.
Enjoy your treats, and I can’t wait to hear from you again.
Katie xoxoxo
PS…you forgot your PS last time.
Chapter Four
Mark
Opening the box, I realize for the first time in a long time that I’m excited about something. It’s not that I’m unhappy with my life or myself, it’s just that my life is somewhat predictable and planned out. It just so happens that Katie’s letter is the first thing that has shaken me up in quite some time.
I’ve read and reread her first letter over and over. It’s worn from all the times I’ve held it, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t mean a lot to me.
Inside the box is a small envelope with my name written on it. It’s in her perfect handwriting, and I pick up the rectangle of paper, running my fingers over my name. Something about seeing it written by her makes me feel something I can’t describe. It’s like a closeness to her, which I didn’t expect from a perfect stranger.
Under the letter is a sealed box, and I pull it out and open it. The smell of chocolate invades my senses and makes my mouth water. I turn around and look over my shoulder to make sure no one else is anywhere near so that I’ve got all these babies to myself. I should probably share, but I find myself wanting everything to do with Katie to stay close to me.
I grab a cookie and pop it into my mouth while I grab the box and letter and walk over to my desk. The delicious treat melts in my mouth, and I moan loudly at the sweet taste. Sitting down at the desk, I realize my cock is hard as a rock. From eating a fucking cookie.
Goddamn, she better be single, because I’ve never seen the woman and I want to marry her. She got my cock hard with a box of cookies. I can’t begin to imagine the possibilities.
Carefully, I open her letter, pull out the paper, and read it. I can feel my face nearly break in two at her opening words, already feeling close to her.
I try not to rush, taking my time and savoring every word. When I get to the line when she says she’s single, I literally pump my fist in the air.
“Fuck yeah!” I shout into the empty room.
She says there’s a picture included, and I search the envelope for it.
“Holy shit.” I almost drop the picture. The smoking-hot redhead looking back at me cannot possibly be real. She’s a fucking knockout. I walk over to my door and lock it before returning to my desk. It’s not twenty seconds from the time I see her picture to when I’m sitting at my desk and stroking my cock. I look into her eyes while I fist myself up and down, squeezing tight as I look at her rosy cheeks and picture her under me. The small hint of cleavage at the top of her cardigan makes it all the sexier. Just that tiny bit makes me crave her even more as I imagine tasting her there.
I grunt out my orgasm, and cum runs down my cock and over the knuckles of my clenched fist. I’ve made a mess of myself, and I can’t be bothered to care. She’s so fucking gorgeous, I had no choice. I had to beat off so I could think straight. And even now, just seconds after cumming, I’m still hard as a rock and wanting to go again.
“Letter. I need to write a letter.” I give myself a pep talk as I clean up and try to come back down to earth. Goddamn, that was intense.
Sitting back down at my desk, I read Katie’s letter about a dozen more times as I eat her cookies. I’m making myself sick with how fast I’m eating them, but I can’t make myself stop. I know I’ll regret it when they’re gone, but right now they’re amazing and I won’t quit.