Page 131 of Unhinged

“Have a good night at work. You know, you could always stay with me tonight. Actually, yeah. Do that. I’m afraid of the dark.”

I giggle as I type.

“It’ll be late.”

His response is instant.

“Don’t care.”

My heart skips a beat, and I roll my reddish eyes that no amount of makeup can fix. Still, I play along.

“How about you sleep in my bed tonight? I work in the morning. Bad news. No sexy time since Aunt Flow will visit soon. Maybe Amos will cuddle with you.

I wait a minute for his response before I have to give up.

“Why’d you invoke his name? I had to explain to my mother why I spewed dinner all over the kitchen. Oh, and I’d rather fuck you while your aunt watches. So. Hot.”

I laugh as I tease.

“You’re pervy. But you’re sexy and phenomenal in bed, and I’d do you in front of any audience.”

I’d never fuck him in front of people. His so-called friends already forced him to do that. I grit my teeth, thinking of those evil bastards putting Greg through that and laughing while he cried. I wish I could go back in time to stop it, but I was in middle school. Like he would’ve listened to me, anyway. Just another stupid kid.

Then, I think of protecting Greg and never letting him go. I’ve already fallen off the deep end, and there’s no stopping my heart until it crashes. But Kinko will be back on Saturday, and he’s going out with her. My face heats, and I grip my phone tighter. She’s going on a date with my man—my husband. I don’t want to play this game anymore. The loser loses more than first place.

“Now I have to explain to my mother why I need to disappear in the middle of dinner to take care of something.”

I laugh with a quick response.

“Now I need to take care of something because I’m thinking of you taking care of something. I have to go. It seems my bosses at both of my jobs are my husband’s relatives, and I don’t want to disappoint them. Or him.”

I hold my breath, wondering if he’ll respond. I hope he does. Or maybe doesn’t.

“They’re your relatives too. You won’t disappoint them or your husband. It’s the opposite. Now I’m thinking of you wearing that dress and what you did to me this morning. You got me so hard again. Maybe I should send you a picture.”

My heart stops. And before I realize what I’m doing, I type.

“Please do.”

Holy fucking shizz. Why did I ask? He’ll never do it. I giggle just because it’s so dumb.

After two minutes, I shake my head but laugh. As I put my phone into my purse, it dings with a text. Opening it, I see a big hard cock. Underneath, there’s a text.

“Look what you do to me. Your turn.”

What the hell did I get myself into? I trust him not to show anyone, but I’ve never sent a beaver shot to any man. Locking the door, I undo my jeans and pull them down with my underwear as I shake. What angle do I use? Does he want a Playboy shot of it, or does he want a gynecological view? I check for Aunt Flow first. I’m sure he doesn’t want a picture of that. When I see my maxi-pad is clean, I grab my phone and spread my legs as far as I can in my jeans. I take a picture from an angle that combines both. I don’t send a text with it, but I double-check the recipient three times. I don’t need Amos, my parents, or my brother on the receiving end. Lord.

I pull up my jeans and pace the locker room, putting my phone in my purse three times and then taking it out. I don’t want to see his response if any. He might think I’m slutty for doing that. But then again, he’d be one too. It goes both ways.

My phone finally dings and I almost drop it as I fumble to read it.

“Oh, my God. I’ll stare at your pussy and moan your name while I tame this dick. I’ll see you later and give you a play-by-play.”

Oh, sweet Jesus. How am I supposed to work? The pad I’m wearing is now soaked.

Since I’ve been back here too long, I shove my phone into the locker, find my bottle cap from Greg to put it into my jeans pocket, grab my apron, and leave before I jill off, thinking of him jacking to my picture.

“What’s the smile about?” Candi asks as I tie my apron.

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