Me:I guess although it is intimate
Him:And I have seen your pussy
I laugh.And I got to see your cucumber
Him:I’d send you a real pic but it’s not as impressive as it was
Me:LOL
Him:You’ll have to wait till next time
My heart bumps.Next time?
Him:Yeah
He doesn’t elaborate.
I stare at the screen for a moment, then lie back and look up at the ceiling. We can’t make this a regular occurrence, because… well. I don’t know why, but somehow it doesn’t feel as innocent as he’s making out. Arousing each other, even if only by words, is still…
Still what, Chessie? I mock myself. Still making love?
No, okay, not making love, but it is still having sex, of a kind, right? But maybe he doesn’t see it like that. I bet he’s sexted lots of girls in his life. And he won’t realize that this is the first time I’ve done it.
My phone buzzes and I lift it up.
Him:You okay?
Me:Yeah just ruminating
Him:Don’t start doing that. It’ll be okay
Me:Yeah
Him:You’re a beautiful girl Chess and I’d love to take you to bed in real life, but I know it would only complicate things
Me:It would
Him:I know I need to be more responsible
Me:Respectable?
Him:Exactly and I’m being serious now
Me:Ooh
Him:Don’t mock me, I mean it. I know I need to grow up and the last thing I want is to lose your friendship
Me:That will never happen
Him:I’ll make sure it doesn’t even if it means my carpet has to suffer
That makes me laugh.I’d like to have seen that
Him:Next time I’ll film it
Me:Oh God stop it I’m going to sleep
Him:Hehe okay