Page 25 of Sky Full of Stars

Me: I know but…hang on

Adam: Don’t tell me douche boy has shown up

It makes me smile that he thinks he has competition. I am not going to set him straight, he’s going to get a surprise. I unzip the dress and let it drop to the floor. My underwear is nice, nothing fancy, but it’s a pale green satin bra and boy shorts that show off my ass. How do I do this? Jesus. Okay. I go to the dining chair and pull it to the floor to ceiling mirror, put it facing away, the food all but forgotten. I straddle the chair and look over my shoulder. Okay, ass looks good. I pop open my bra and drop it, he can’t see anything, not really. Brushing my hair over my left shoulder I turn to the right, you can see my profile and a bit of side boob. I snap a couple of pictures, look at them. Now or never. I pick the best one, I like the discarded bra is in this one, it looks like a strip tease, and send it. I cover my face with my hands. It takes a while, but eventually he answers me.

Adam: Jesus Jenna, do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now.

Me: No…

Adam: That picture, shit its fucking hot, you look amazing. I want to just stand behind you and stare at you

Me: Really, that’s all?

Adam: Fuck no, but I wouldn’t want to go too fast, I really want to kiss the small of your back, run my tongue up your spine to your shoulders. Your neck is so fucking sexy. I want to suck on it so hard while I squeeze your ass.

Me: I’m not so bad from the front either

Adam: You’re killing me. Do you want to see what you’re doing to me?

Me: … yes

Adam: Hang on

My eyes nearly pop out of my head when he sends me another picture. He hasn’t taken off his boxers but his hand is pressed against them, showing the outline of what is an extremely impressive and hard bulge.

Adam: I want to talk to you. Can I call you?

I nod, then remember he can’t see me.

Me: ok

When the phone rings I jump. I look at myself, wearing just my underwear, my heart pounding. Good God I don’t even know this man but I’m so wet I can barely stop from moving too fast by myself.

“Hey,” I answer.

“Hey yourself, gorgeous.”

I don’t know what else to say.

He laughs quietly. “You’ve really never done this?”

“No,” I say shakily.

“Do you want to do it?”

“Uh huh.”

He laughs again. “Lie down on your bed.”

I move back up to the headboard and shimmy down a little so my head is on the pillow. “Okay, I’m lying down.”

“Do you ever touch yourself, Jenna?”

All the friggin’ time since I started talking to you. “Yeah.”

“I’m touching myself right now. I’m so hard, I can’t believe what you’re doing to me.”

I blow out a breath. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”

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