Page 48 of Begin Again Again

Beth selected the picture. She closed her eyes and focused in on her body, asking it if this was a good idea. Her nipples throbbed and her cunt contracted gently. She was still so fucking turned on. She remembered Byron in the park saying he couldn’t promise to be around. If this was going to be about sex and good times, why not get the ball rolling?

“Do it,” she whispered. “Be slutty.”

Heart racing, she hit send. The message swooshed away, and Beth buried her face under her pillow. One of two things would happen now. Byron was either the kind of guy who messaged back instantly, or he waited and—

Bzzt!

Beth’s heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest. She picked up her phone with shaking fingers.

Fuck me, Horoscopes…

Another message appeared.

I’m supposed to be sleeping.

Beaming, Beth checked the time. It was almost ten. She lay on her back and typed.

So… what are you doing instead?

Not sleeping.

She could almost hear him say it—dry but appreciative. New text bubbles appeared. Byron was writing something else. Beth bundled herself into a ball under her covers, stupidly excited.

You’ve got such a perfect rack.

His words sent an electric shock across her breasts. Beth crushed a pillow between her legs and moaned. Perfect. He’d called her tits perfect. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard before, but it mattered that he was the one who said it—Byron Thomas of the perfect… everything. She remembered him sucking her nipples the night before, how the hot draw of his mouth made her shake. She wanted more. Needed more.

You ain’t seen nothing yet,she typed back.

She jumped out of bed and knelt back on the carpet. This time she pulled the triangles of her bra aside, so they framed her breasts, pushing them closer together. She wet a fingertip, bringing her nipples to points and, shivering slightly, aimed the camera at herself again. Two minutes of hurried editing later, she sent a second picture to Byron.

What about now?

His reply came in seconds.

We should have stayed on the oval.

What would we be doing if we stayed? Playing cricket? Running sprints?

She closed her eyes, waiting for his reply. She loved this. She’d missed this. She’d refrained from hitting anyone up during lockdown, knowing it would only frustrate her. But she’d forgotten how fun it was to talk dirty via message. Zero risk and infinite possibilities. One hundred percent icing.

I’d put you up against that wall,Byron wrote.And I wouldn’t have let you down until we got what we wanted.

Beth swallowed. Her fingertips were dallying with her underwear line, waiting for the moment to dive.

Too bad I ran away, huh?

Hated to see you leave. Loved watching you go.

She loved the idea of him staring at her ass as she ran. God, if she’d known he was coming to her game, she’d have worn tighter leggings. And no underwear.

You’re an ass guy, aren’t you?

I’m an everything guy.

Beth would see about that. She got on her knees in front of the mirror and pulled her underwear high. She held her phone even higher and snapped a picture of her butt in the mirror.

So, I shouldn’t send you a picture of my ass?she wrote, adding filters to the one she already had.

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