The D*ck Pic

A Thanksgiving Surprise

"Who is texting me at this time on Thanksgiving?'' Ebony extracts her phone from her purse with her perfectly enameled fingernails while the waiter refills her glass with Billecart-Salmon rosé.

"What the...?''

''What's the matter, Hon?'' Amia, seeing Ebony's eyebrows flying just about off her forehead, reaches a consoling hand across and lays it on Ebony's arm. ''What does the message say?''

"It doesn't say anything,'' Ebony hands her the phone. ''It's a frigging dick pic!''

''Who's sending you dick pics for Thanksgiving though, girl?'' Janelle holds out her hand for the phone, gesturing with her fingers for Ebony to hand it over.

''I don't recognize the number,'' Ebony admits. ''It's a dick pic from some strange dude!''

''Mmmhmmm,'' says Amia. ''Strange in more ways than one. Just delete it, girl. And block him. Ain't no body got time for that.''

''Still...'' Janelle looks thoughtful, examining the phone screen. ''It's not bad. Especially for a white boy.''

''Janelle, don't be disgusting,'' Amia admonishes her. She takes the phone from Janelle and hands it back to Ebony just as it pings a second time.

Ebony just about jumps in her chair. "Oh! There's a message this time! Should I read it?''

''If you don't, then I will.'' Janelle looks ready to wrestle her for the phone. Fending her off with one hand, Ebony opens the message. Then she collapses laughing on the tablecloth. "It was a mistake! He says: Oh My God! I am SO sorry! That wasn't supposed to go to you. Wrong number. WRONG NUMBER!''

Janelle folds her arms, sitting back and looking disbelieving. ''Nobody gets the wrong number in this day and age. How do you even do that?''

''It does sound weird,'' Amia agrees. ''Like maybe he is some creep trying to cover up his actions. You haven't had any weird men bothering you recently have you, Eb? I think you had better delete it.''

"I will, I will.'' Ebony throws the phone back in her bag. ''But look, here's the turkey now. I just want to enjoy my Thanksgiving with my girls. You all are my city-family and I love you. You know that?'' And she raises her glass in a toast.

Before bed that night, Ebony is scrolling through her phone mindlessly, winding down from the day. There is nothing but pictures of turkeys, memes about how blessed everyone is and snaps of happy families. Those are the worst.

Shutting down Insta, she searches for another diversion. There at the top of her chat list is the unknown number. She never deleted the dick pic!

Opening it up again, she pulls on her reading glasses to get a clearer look. There is no woman alive who loves to get a dick pic... well, none that she knows, but Janelle is right. There is definitely something to be said for this particular dick.

The shot is taken in a reclining position, from the top down. The man is pulling back a pair of black athletics shorts, lined with Calvin Klein briefs. His cock springs straight and tall and true from a backdrop of neatly trimmed brown hair. It is firm and veiny and pink, backgrounded by a patch of stomach that clearly belongs to someone who doesn't miss ab-day very often.

Ebony bites her finger and grins. How funny that someone would send this by mistake, if indeed it was a mistake. The profile picture gives nothing further away. The shot is of a distant sloop, Liberty Island in the background. The sailor is nothing more than a red blip on the deck.

She is sure there is no harm in hanging on to the picture for just one more day, she thinks, turning off the lights and reaching for her vibrator.