Page 59 of Pretty Please Me
I feel like I already know some of the basics, so how about… When was the last time you jerked yourself off?
Sam chokes on his whiskey and snatches the phone out of my hand, but I’m too quick. I already hit send.
“Hurry, you have to guess!” I giggle, holding my hands up as he moves over me.
He backs away and shakes his head, the muscles in his jaw flexing with annoyance. “He jerked off to your picture. He did it less than ten minutes ago.” He looks at me as he grips the phone face down.
I scrunch my nose in disbelief. “No…” I shake my hand and answer confidently. “My guess is last night before he went to sleep.” I grin wide and add, “He used a dirty sock and fell asleep five minutes later.”
Sam’s face contorts into a look of utter disgust at my answer. “I guess we’ll just have to see,” he says as he flips the phone over.
Trent
You’re just coming right out with it, aren’t you? Last night before I went to sleep.
Am I allowed to ask you the same question???
Waggling my eyebrows, I turn to Sam. “Looks like someone doesn’t read people as well as he thinks he does,” I tease.
“He’s either a fucking liar, or I’m worried about his testosterone levels,” he says as he strips off his button-up.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You just sent him a picture of your thighs spread wide open.” He widens his eyes to add emphasis. “I took the fucking picture, and I…” He stops. “You know what? Never mind.” He crosses his arms over his chest and gestures for me to proceed.
No. That’s not how the game works. I’m a lady, remember?
Sam scoffs a laugh over my shoulder.
“What?” I turn to see what’s so funny.
He covers his smile with his hand. “What’s wrong? You didn’t want to tell him the truth? You may be a lady in the streets, sweet Magnolia, but I’m afraid there’s more to you than that, and I’m determined to prove it to you.” His eyes bore into mine like he’s looking straight through me, sneaking a glimpse into my soul.
I shiver, and my mouth goes dry. He can’t possibly know how much I want that, too. I pour myself another drink, my head starting to feel floaty, and my body tingles all over. I pick up the phone and ask my next question.
Moving on… would you rather… give or receive.
Be honest!
Sam’s hand grips my thigh, his large palm swallowing it up.
“I remember Trent being so kind. He’s definitely a giver,” I say with confidence.
Sam rolls his eyes. “There’s no way he doesn’t say receive.” He tightens his grip on my thigh, sliding it a little higher.
Every muscle in my body tenses in anticipation of his next touch, the next stroke of his hand on my skin, but he doesn’t move. He just stares at me with that annoyed look. I don’t know what this energy is between us. All I know is it’s thick and sticky. It makes me want to do questionable things that I’ve never even thought about before.
I flip the phone over and interrupt the thought before I do something I regret.
Trent
I enjoy giving…
“See!” I squeal as I point at the screen and clap my hands.
Sam shakes his head. “He’s fucking lying.” He laughs as he pulls his t-shirt over his head and tosses it to the side. “It’s a simple answer. There’s no reason for the ellipsis after.” He pushes his tousled hair back from his face in frustration, and I drink in the way his muscles flex in annoyance.
This game was a really good idea. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a good idea.
