Page 114 of Love & Other Disasters

Thirty-Eight

Violet didn’t know why she’d agreed to send him a picture, if he sent her one. That was stupid. She’d tossed and turned half the night before falling into a sleep where saggy boobs and a soft middle haunted her. It’s not that she hated her body, she was okay with it enough to have never worried about it. At least not since she was a teenager. But J.P. had the physique of a man who worked out on a regular basis, and she did not, and it showed.

“Why do you look miserable?” Jill asked.

Violet’s cereal had gone soggy, and she frowned at the discovery. “I’m not miserable. Just thinking.”

“About?”

Violet stood and dumped the mush in her bowl in the trash. It was one of those healthy cereals. She should have gotten the one with marshmallows instead. One could never go wrong with marshmallows. She stuck with coffee and poured a cup enjoying the aroma wafting from the pot.

“J.P. asked me to send him a picture.”

“What kind of picture?” Jill asked with a smile in her voice.

Violet sighed and dumped creamer into the black liquid. “You know.”

“Nudes?” she laughed. “Your boyfriend asked you to send him nudes.”

“In exchange for him sending me one.”

“He sent you one?” Jill asked, pouring a cereal into a bowl.

Violet nodded affirmative and returned to the table.

“Oh my god. Is it good? Let me see.”

“I’m not showing you. Besides when I agreed, I’d forgotten he’s all in shape, muscular with no body fat. And I’m all soft and kinda pudgy.”

“Even so, he has a penis and none of those are pretty. Your curves are pretty, and he’s seen it before, likes it, and wants to see it again.” Jill sat down and shoveled a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

She had a point. “But I don’t know how.”

Jill groaned. “Take your clothes off, find an angle that makes the ladies look good and use the timer on the camera. Get artsy with it or just take a picture of the tatas. He’s probably just looking for something to… you know… molest himself to.”

Violet closed her eyes. “No… don’t say stuff like that.” She didn’t want to know why he wanted the photos. Men typically liked stuff like that, right? So, it wasn’t an unusual request.

The one she’d received, he’d taken with his arm stretched out above him, stripped down and reclined on a sofa. He wasn’t a hardship to look at. She didn’t know if he wanted her to lust after him or maybe remind her of what she had, even though they were separated by hundreds of miles.

After her shower, Violet took a few photos in the bathroom mirror. The lighting did no one any favors, and she deleted them. She wrapped in her bathrobe and locked the bedroom door. Time to woman-up and take a sexy photo, it shouldn’t be difficult.

After setting up her phone she tried out a few sexy poses, on her knees on the bed, laying across the bed. She moved from her side onto her back, and then she rolled off the bed. This was supposed to be sexy? She didn’t even qualify as cute, especially with a butt bruise. However, J.P. found her attractive, and she wanted to give him something he’d like. His photo was simple, and she should do the same. She lay on her side, holding the phone aloft, photographed her bare breasts, and added a filter. There, nice and tastefully sexy. Was it inappropriate to send her first naked photo at ten o’clock in the morning on a Sunday?

A minute later her phone dinged with a response from J.P. She held her breath.

J.P.: Holy shit, that’s hot. What a beautiful sight this morning.

Violet: You like it?

J.P.: Love it. I want to wake up to you like that every morning.

Violet: You know sometimes I wear a nightgown.

J.P.: Not if I have anything to do with it.

She laughed, heat flushing her face. Her phone alerted another incoming text message.

J.P.: What are wearing?

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