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 was still open, and I opened a beer bottle. I know, drinking while my sister's here. I'm a terrible brother. I took a few sips.
Take it on.
And a few more.
yo man
my sister sleeps right next to me
Usually every apartment has a bathroom.
fine.
I drank half of the bottle. Maybe a little more than half.
Done from now on.
ok
I took the stupid shred, my beer, and locked myself in the bathroom. I put my beer down and looked at that thing critically. The things we do for money... At first I thought it was way too small for me. But the fabric was stretchy.
can i keep my underwear on?
No
I typed in i hate u, but deleted it again, remembering what he said before. Maybe he would really let me use curse words again if I stopped saying things like that and 'behave'. Anyway, getting that thing over my legs wasn't the problem as it, well, didn't really have fabric on the legs. Rather, the problem was getting it all the way up. The fabric stretched around my body.
When I managed to put it all on and looked in the mirror, honestly, I blushed a little. That thing was so damn embarrassing. I don't know how to say it in a pleasant way but I looked... Well I looked very slutty. Not that it was a bad thing actually. Okay, I'm going to admit it, I liked how I looked in it. I liked the thought of wearing this to please someone. And I was definitely thrilled by the imagination of having sex in that thing. I seriously was. But I didn't want to admit it, especially not to that pervert, and here's the worst part about it: I had to tell him.
uhm
Let me guess
I typed a message so often, but I just couldn'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 called me and I hesitated. But I picked up after a few seconds of ringing. "Yes..."
"Do you like it, Oscar?"
"Uhm..."
"You can be honest. There's nothing bad about it."
"It's not like that. It's just..." I let out a deep breath. "I don't know how to explain. I wouldn't like it on someone else, okay? I'm not a pervert. This is only because... I kind of... um... imagined how... just anyone would like it..."
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