Girlfriend And Boyfriend Texts Novels & Stories

he whispers when he pulls back. “I love you too,” I whisper back. Then my lips pull at the corners as I add, “boyfriend.” He grins, then reaches between us, his finger lightly touching my clit while he adjusts his angle inside me. “Then let me make you feel good, girlfriend.” I think I’ll like this. A lot.

I woke up smiling. Not the soft, accidental kind—but the wide, uncontrollable kind that made my cheeks hurt. Boyfriend. Elijah was officially my boyfriend. I rolled onto my side, grabbed my phone, and before I could stop myself, typed: Me: “Good morning, boyfriend.” The reply came almost instantly. Elijah: “Good morning, girlfriend. Did you sleep well or were you too busy thinking about me?” I laughed out loud. Me: “Bold of you to assume I slept at all.”

And then that tantrum over a boyfriend? She scoffed and kicked off her shoes, sinking onto the bed. ‘He’s dangerous. Flirty. Possessive. And way too sure of himself.’ Her phone vibrated. A text from her boyfriend: “You okay?” She smiled softly and typed: “Yeah. Long day. Boss is intense.” “Respectful?” he asked. Her fingers paused over the keyboard. “Trying to be.”

Or I just like the attention, being wanted and needed. But he has a boyfriend. I don’t know how to feel about that. Like shit. That’s how I feel for sure. Still I type back: Sure. Because anytime he texts, anytime he needs me, I’ll be there. He texts again: is now okay? Are you free? ‘In class now’, I text back. Some seconds later he replies: ‘okay. Meet me at the library when you’re done?’ *•*•*•*•*•*•*•

It was just Keith. "Damnit," she swore, then covered her mouth, wide-eyed. She quickly began to feel bad about being disappointed that it was just her boyfriend texting her. Quietly admonishing herself for being a bad girlfriend, she checked the text message and smiled. "Good morning, beautiful!" it said. Warm feelings washed over her then and she smiled, laying back in the soft mattress. He was such a patient boyfriend. "Good morning!" she sent back. She set the phone down and mused about how affectionate and patient he was while she waited for his response. It came quickly and she reached for her phone again.

I want to be drunk right now! For some reason, I sent a message to Danny to fetch me before the barbeque party will start. It was too late to erase what I typed since I tap the send button! "Danny, can you fetch me tonight?" I texted him. He replied quickly surprising me. If he is my boyfriend I am the happiest girlfriend since my boyfriend is waiting for my text or call. "No need to aak maam Kendra. I'll be glad to escort you tonight!" He replied with happy emoji.

I texted my boyfriend. ME: Good morning you handsome thing of mine 😍😘... I hope you slept well. I did. So today I am meeting up with the camera killer and we are just hanging out. I will see you later or better yet tomorrow for the date. I fucken love you Nash 😘😘❤❤❤ Then I headed to school. My boyfriend later responded.. BABY: Hey my beautiful nerdy person 😍😍😍... I miss you, so I hope to really see you tonight.. and I have a class later during the day. So I'm in bed. I miss your face.. I love you more 😘

He didn’t even have a girlfriend? A thought clicked and I cocked my head. “Do you have a girlfriend?” “Nahh.” He clasped his hands on the table and focused his eyes there. “It’s just… I met this girl at the gym last Saturday. We’ve been texting, and suddenly I can’t stop thinking about her.” I couldn’t help but smile. “I bet you’re thinking about her right now, and your heart’s on fire,” I teased. His eyes narrowed. “Don’t.”

He will freak out if I do that. She sends more texts and I have finally had enough. ‘Give up! Stop disturbing my boyfriend. He's taken already. So stop acting shamelessly. He's sleeping. Your constant text is disturbing. This is his girlfriend. Have a nice day.’ There is a content look on my face when I press send. And after that, Zoey does not send any more texts. That's exactly what she needed. Just when I drop Vaughn's phone back in his former position, his eyes snap open and they widen at me.

Another almost impossible trait to possess. I decided to dial Tom. I hadn't talked to him all day anyway and I was assuming that talking to him at the moment would induce some relief. Tom was my boyfriend and we'd only been together a month and a half so our relationship was still off to a tasty start. As expected, there were missed text messages from him and I giggled as I read through each and every one of them. Content of which was mostly how sweet I was, how priceless of a girlfriend I was and all the other lovey dovey stuff that came with being with someone.