shes sleeping...
Pretty late for a nine year old girl to go to bed
ok now
no talking abt my sis anymore srsly
I put my phone on the kitchen counter, his chat still open, and I open a beer bottle. I know, drinking while my sister's here. I'm a terrible brother. I take a few sips.
Put it on.
And a few more.
yo man
my sister sleeps right next to me
Usually every apartment has a bathroom.
fine.
I drink half of the bottle. Maybe a little more than half. I take the stupid shred, my beer, and lock myself in the bathroom. I put my beer down and look at that thing critically. The things we do for money. At first I'm sure it's way too small for me. But the fabric is stretchy.
can i keep my underwear on?
No
I typed in i hate u, but delete it again, remembering what he said before. Maybe he would really let me use curse words again if I stop saying things like that and 'behave'.
why do i even ask
Anyway, getting that thing over my legs isn't the problem as it, well, doesn't really have fabric on the legs. Rather, the problem is getting it all the way up. The fabric stretches tight around my body. Like a second skin.
When I manage to put it all on and look in the mirror, I honestly blush a little. That thing is... God, it's so damn embarrassing. But I can't deny—and I hate admitting it—that I like how I look in it. I don't know how to say it in a pleasant way, but I look... well, I look very slutty.
It's an overall thin material, tight around my body, showing pretty much everything off. Like, I could basically be naked. It covers the chest, has the t-shirt sleeves, but let's just say the top isn't the issue. The dark fabric clings around my hips, going just above my cheeks.
I am really standing there, staring at my body, trying to figure out a way to explain to myself why on earth I like this. I come to the conclusion that I like the thought of wearing it to please someone. And I'm definitely thrilled by the idea of having sex in it. I seriously am. But I would never admit it. Especially not to that pervert. And here's the worst part: I have to tell him.
uhm
Let me guess
I type so many different messages, but I just can't find a comfortable way to tell him. im kinda ha... No. its only bc i imagined... Definitely not. i just... can i... i hate this...
He calls and I hesitate. But I pick up after a few seconds of ringing. "Yes."
"Do you like it, Oscar?"
"I—" I close my eyes. I tense my jaw. Hell, I don't know what to say.
"You can be honest. There's nothing bad about it."
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