Sneak peak

Samantha, my best friend, sat beside me on my bed and exclaimed. "Lisa, you look astonishing!" She was fixated on my phone as she spoke. "You should really consider sending Nick these photos of yourself." She turned the phone to face me, an intoxicating selfie of me lying in bed without a top shone brightly from the phone's screen.

I responded with a playful giggle, refraining from sharing that particular photograph. "No, that one doesn't really reveal my features. How about this one?" I selected another photo of myself positioned against a wall wearing a black lace lingerie, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small silver vibratory against my

Undergarment, my tongue out and my eyes closed.

Samantha suggested nonchalantly, "why not send both?"

An arched eyebrow was my immediate reaction.

"What? It wouldn't hurt to give him more options when looking at your pictures, I'd you catch my drift," she added, making a suggestive pelvic motion with her hand.

I stared at the photos, considering Samantha's suggestion. She did make a valid point. Honestly, even just gazing at them was getting me aroused. I could only begin to imagine what his reaction would be. I knew he would immediately be thirsty for me and there's nothing I wanted more than him drooling at the thought of me.

I scrolled to Nick's name on my phone and sent him both photographs with the caption: wish you were here with me...

When I put my phone down, Samantha smiled coyly. "When are you going to see him next? Maybe you two can finally get it on."

I rolled on my stomach and kicked my feet in the air. "He and his dad are supposed to come over for dinner in a fortnight. "

Nick's dad, Mr Douglas, and my father worked at stardom engineering, a company they had both started together fifteen years ago. Since then, our families had weekly dinners together, went on vacations together, even spent holidays together.

"Nick has been such a tease of late," I said, thinking back to all the dirty texts he'd sent me. I squeezed my knees together.

Through high school, Nick and I had flirted on and off with each other. But nothing ever happened. He was a bad boy, a player in every girl's wet dream. We just never had the chance, which was partly my fault. Whenever he came on to me, I pushed him away, loving the thought of teasing him.

I got wet, just thinking about him being out on dates with all these sexy women and opening one of dirty texts or pictures. Him placing his phone down on the table, his hand pressing against his hard-on, trying to calm himself down. Ending up excusing himself to wank in the bathroom.

Damn, I had touched myself to those fantasies one too many times. I was tempted to just let him have me already.

Before Samantha left for the day, she made me promise to text her as soon as Nick replied. But whenever I checked my phone, there were no messages from him.

At four in the evening, my knees were bouncing up and down, my lip was drawn between my teeth, my heart was spinning in every direction known to mankind. He had always replied within minutes.

Maybe he didn't want to play this game anymore. Maybe sending two photos was too many. I didn't know, but I wanted to find out.

What if something was wrong?

My phone buzzed, I immediately jumped up and opened the message.

Nicolas Douglas: Liza, I don't think this is appropriate.

My heart sank in my chest. How could he not think it was appropriate? We had been texting back and forth like this for two months,and all of a sudden, he didn't think it was okay.

Where was that sparky remark of his?

Me: what do you mean? You didn't like the photos?

He replied within seconds.

Nicolas Douglas: Oh no, I love them. I'm hard , just looking at them. If I could, I'd take you to bed.

Me: Then what's the problem, Nick? Come over. My dad's at work.

Nicolas Douglas: Check who you're texting.

I gazed up at the contact, eyes widening. "Shit. How could I be so stupid?" My cheeks flamed with embarrassment. I reread the name over and over. Still not believing that I just sent my dirty, naked pictures to Nick's dad.

Me: I'm really sorry Mr Douglas, I meant to send that to someone else. Please don't tell my dad I sent you those! I'm so embarrassed.

I pulled my blanket over my head to Shield myself from embarrassment that wouldn't leave me alone. My checks felt like they were on fire; my heart was racing faster than it was before.

Mr Douglas: Don't be embarrassed Liza, you're very sexy. My eyes widened at his reply and for a moment, my core burned. Mr Douglas was nearly my father's age. But he had always been undeniably attractive. Samantha and I had a huge crush on him in high school.

I took a deep breath and decided to keep my response short.

Me: Thanks.

He didn't reply to me, and I didn't know what to think. I just prayed that he wouldn't tell dad about the photos. Just to be certain, I hid from dad when he returned from work later that evening. I didn't come out for dinner, I didn't greet him good night. I just stayed in my room, hid under the covers and ignored everyone's text. Including Nick's.

Early the next morning, he knocked on my door and stepped into my room. The sun's rays streamed into my room through my window. “Liza, is there anything you'd like to tell me about?”

My eyes widened, and I sat up in bed. "Uh, no. Why?" I asked, clutching the blankets in my sweaty palms.

He shrugged his shoulders, "You usually come downstairs and have dinner with us. Are you sick?"

I smiled at my dad, relief washing over me. "Oh, I just wasn't feeling that well," I lied.

"Well, hopefully, you're feeling better by tonight. Nick and his father are coming over for dinner," he said. Then, he kissed my head and left for work.

Yesterday, I was looking forward to tonight. But now that this happened, I was dreading it. I didn't know how things were going to go with Mr. Douglas. How could I ever even pretend like nothing had happened? Like I didn't send my most intimate pictures to my crush's father? Like I didn't get wet when he texted me back and told me that I was sexy?

I grabbed my AP biology textbook from my backpack and opened it up to the chapters that I needed to study for my college exam next Monday while trying to stop thinking about tonight. Because if I did, I would get nothing done.

My phone, which I had intentionally placed facedown on the bed, buzzed. I gazed over at it, heart racing. One minute passed, then two, then I couldn't control the urge to flip it over and see Mr. Douglas's name on the screen.

Mr. Douglas: I look forward to seeing you tonight, Liza.

I stared at the text with wide eyes and fanned myself. My God. What do I say to that?

After deciding to ignore the text, I turned the page in my textbook and started studying. But kept glancing over at my phone, sitting, waiting for him to send me another text.

The screen lit up with a longer message.

Mr. Douglas: Are you ignoring me? I could just tell your father about those pictures if you want.

As soon as I saw his message, I picked up the phone.

Me: No! No, not ignoring you. Please don't tell my dad.

Mr. Douglas: It's going to be quite difficult to keep something like this from him, but another picture might make it a bit easier.

I pursed my lips together, core tightening. He wanted another dirty picture of me? I... I couldn't. I placed my phone down and took a deep breath. I should call Samantha; she would know what to do. I picked up my phone, ready to dial her number, but another text from him popped up.

Mr. Douglas: I'm sitting next to your dad in a meeting right now.

Fuck.

Me: Okay, okay. Just give me a second.

I scrolled through my phone, looking through all of the naked pictures of myself and trying to find one without my face in it because if this man was going to blackmail me, at least these pictures wouldn't have my face in them.

When I finally selected one, I sat on my bed, finger hovering over the blue Send button. My knees bounced up and down. I squeezed my eyes closed and sent it.

Mr. Douglas: I want one with you naked and on your knees, looking into the camera.

I shut my eyes tightly. Why was this happening? How could this be happening? I sent my dirty pictures to Dad's partner and ended up in this situation.

But I really, really didn't want Dad to see or even know about the pictures. Last time he caught me sexting, he threatened to take away my college fund.

"A lady doesn't act that way," he had said.

So, I took my clothes off, knelt on the floor, and looked into the camera. My nipples were hard. My stomach was sucked in. My lips were pursed. I needed the picture to be perfect because I really, really didn't want to retake it for him.

After I sent the stupid picture, I lay on my bed. My pussy throbbed at the thought of him in his meeting, dick hard against his pants. Him trying to hide his hard-on in front of Dad. I pushed my hand in my pants, teasing my clit.

God, everything about it was so fucking hot.

A few hours passed, and he didn't text me back. 1 hoped that was enough to keep him over and to keep his mouth shut.

At seven p.m, Dad yelled upstairs to me, "Liza, the Douglas are here.