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I probably should have phrased it differently, because I wasn’t supposed to know where she was, but she didn’t seem to pick up on that.

Fourteen: Maybe I want you to be a bad boy. But we've only got a week left. Do I get a picture now? Seems only fair that you reciprocate since I sent you one of me.

Seven: And I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop looking at it. I was right; you are a sexy little thing.

Fourteen: You can’t even see my entire face.

Seven: Not looking at your face right now.

Fourteen: You can’t be impressed by my tiny boobs.

Seven: Nope. You’re not doing that. You’re breathtaking. It’s literally taking all my self-control right now not to call the event coordinator and figure out how to get my hands on you before Valentine’s Day.

Fourteen: I like the idea of your hands on me. You going to send me a picture of them?

Fuck. I’d wanted to send a picture of them holding onto the one thing that was hiding under my sheets earlier, doing something similar to the video she’d been watching, but Seven would not be sending her dick pics, and neither would I.

Seven: Fine. I’ll send you a picture, but we both know this is breaking the rules, naughty girl.

Trying to decide what to include in the shot that wouldn’t give me away, I glanced around my room. The reflective visor on the motorcycle helmet sitting on the bench by my door gave me an idea. I hopped up and placed it on my dresser, framing the shot, so it captured what I wanted it to without being too obvious.

Fourteen: That’s a motorcycle helmet. You were supposed to send me a picture ofyou.

But clearly, she hadn’t realized Ihadtechnically sent her a picture of me. It was barely distinguishable in the small screen on my phone, but on the visor was the reflection of a shirtless man holding a phone.

Seven: Very good. Such a clever girl.

I was waiting for her to give me shit for not doing what she asked. But I wasn’t going to send her something revealing because I was afraid with my piercings and tattoos, she’d figure it out if I sent her a picture right now. I should have known my secretly naughty girl would still find a way to flirt with me despite my continued evasions.

Fourteen: I can imagine you whispering that in my ear in your deep sexy voice.

Seven: Good girl.

Fourteen: I want to hear you whisper that too. Hold on, brb. Gotta go change my panties. The thought of your voice is making them wet.

Seven: As long as you tell me what color they are before you take them off.

Fourteen: You’re naughty.

Seven: I think you are too. Or at least you want to be.

Fourteen: Light pink mesh, if you squint at the bottom of my picture, you can see them.

Seven: :growls:

Fourteen: So, does that mean you’re teaching me to ride once we meet?

Seven: Huh?

Fourteen: The helmet. You told me during our date that you ride. Are you still going to teach me?

Seven: Are you a good listener?

Fourteen: I promise to be good.

Seven: You’d have to listen carefully to my instructions. Maybe it’s safer if you ride with me first. I’d bet you’ll be a warm little backpack.

Fourteen: I’d happily ride you.

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