Silent Attention [COMPLETED]

21. Exchanging

    "What are you up to?" My finger hovered over the send button. I didn't want to suffocate her. I didn't want to come on to strong. But I also wanted to see what she thought of my gift, not that she would know it was from me. Or that she would mention it to me either. Talking to her was so much better than watching her. I wanted to see her again, but that would be too much of a risk. If I could get her to talk to me, maybe we could ease into a relationship later. I wasn't afraid of rejection. I was afraid she would find out what I had done to her. Afraid of her judging me. She is the only one that had made me feel insecure about myself. I bit my lip hard and pushed send.

    I was an eager mess for all of ninety seconds. My phone pinged and let out a hard breath, preparing myself for the worst. For her to say, 'leave me alone.' But when I saw the picture, I liked to have died and went to hell, for all the dirty thoughts I was having. My eyes kept roaming up, wanting to see more titts. She had cut off her nipples and only showed under boob. It was still hot. Her hand was on her hip, with one finger in her black and pink panties. She also cut off the very bottom, and I so desperately wanted to see that sweet spot. This was soo going to be my new background on my phone. After I set it up, I looked at it a little bit longer. I was so caught up with what I was looking at, I hadn't noticed something else that was wanting attention.

    "Feeling naughty I see. Me too."

    I didn't want to come off as a complete perv and show her the full monty, but I owed her something. I knew she had liked my body, So I don't think she will mind seeing other parts of it. I snapped a pic of the volcano in my cotton boxer briefs and sent the pic. I would gladly go as far as she wanted.

    When she didn't text back right away, I started to get worried. I hadn't slept around a lot, but I never heard one complaint about my size other than, 'it's too big.' Surely my monster hadn't scared her away. My phone pinged and I didn't know what to expect, but I was ready. Ready for everything but what she sent.

    "I'm so so sorry. My friend thought it would be a good idea to send you a picture of me. And yes that is me. I'm just not ready for anything like this right now. I'm going through some things in my life and need time to think and sort it out. Having you around would just be a distraction."

    Well at least I knew she wasn't disgusted, she just wasn't ready. Whatever that is supposed to mean. Her break up was three months ago. She should be over the douche by now. I had pulled some strings and pulled his background. He was a typical kind of douche. Living off of Mommy and Daddy. Star athlete. Still in college two years after he should have graduated because he couldn't pass. Out partying all the time. It's a wonder Gemma stuck around with such a loser. She had me now.

    "No hard feelings. Just a hard dick, nothing I can't take care of myself."

    I knew that was the end of the conversation. For now.

Is it too much having both points of view? I hate when I read books and is like reading the same thing twice with little or no change in perspective. Comment please and tell me if you like it or not!!!! Even if it is a comment that says I don't care either way. Or I hate it.  Or I love it, Aaron is a psycho and Gemma is to naive to notice. You totes capture the crazy.

Ps, I always wanted a hot stalker.