My best friend, Ada, sat beside me on my bed and exclaimed, "Mila, you look incredibly attractive." She was fixated on my phone as she said this.
"You should definitely consider sending Everett that picture of yourself." With a tap on the screen, a provocative selfie of me lying without a top in my bed appeared.I responded with a playful giggle, refraining from sharing that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't accentuate my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of me positioned against a wall wearing black lacy lingerie, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small silver vibrator against my undergarments, my tongue out and my eyes closed.Ada 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, if you catch my drift," she added, making a suggestive pelvic motion with her hand.I stared at the pictures, considering Ada's proposal. 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 of me and I really wanted that.I scrolled to Everett’s name in my phone and texted him the two pictures with the caption: Wish you were here with me. ;)When I put my phone down, Ada smiled widely. “When are you gonna see him next? Maybe you two can finally get it on!”I rolled onto my stomach and kicked my feet into the air. “He and his dad are supposed to come over to have dinner tomorrow night.”Everett’s dad, Mr. Williams, and my dad worked at CloseNet Engineering, a company they had started together fifteen years ago. Since then, our families had weekly dinners together, went on vacations together, even spent holidays together.“Everett has been such a tease lately,” I said, thinking back to all of the dirty texts he’d sent me. I squeezed my knees together.Through high school, Everett and I had flirted on and off with each other. But nothing ever happened. He was a bad boy, a player, 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 my 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 jerk off 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 Ada left for the day, she made me promise to text her as soon as Everett replied. But whenever I checked my phone, there were no messages from him.At four p.m., my knees were bouncing up and down, my lip was drawn between my teeth, my heart was racing. He had always replied within minutes.Maybe he didn’t want to play this game anymore. Maybe sending two pictures was too many. I didn’t know, but I wanted to find out. What if something was wrong?My phone buzzed, and I immediately jumped up and opened up the message.Everett Williams: Mila, 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 almost two months, and all of a sudden, he didn’t think it was okay. Where was that snarky remark of his?Me: What do you mean? You didn’t like the pictures?He replied within seconds.Everett Williams: 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, Everett? Come over. My dad’s at work.Everett Williams: 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 Everett’s dad.Me: OMG, I’m so sorry, Mr. Williams. I meant to send that to someone else. Please don’t tell my dad I sent those to you! I’m so embarrassed.I pulled the blankets over my head, trying to shield myself from the embarrassment that wouldn’t leave me alone. My cheeks felt like they were on fire; my heart was racing faster than it was before.Mr. Williams: Don’t be embarrassed, Mila. You’re very sexy.My eyes widened at his reply, and for a moment, my core burned. Mr. Williams was nearly my father’s age, but he had always been undeniably attractive. Ada 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 pictures. And just to be certain, I hid from Dad when he came home from work. Didn’t even come out for dinner. Didn’t say good night to him. Just stayed in my room, hid under my covers, and ignored everyone’s texts, including Everett’s.Early the next morning, he knocked on my door and stepped into my room. The sunrays flooded through my window. “Mila, is there anything you want 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. Everett 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. Williams. 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 macroeconomics 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. Williams’s name on the screen.Mr. Williams: I look forward to seeing you tonight, Mila.I stared at the text with wide eyes and fanned myself. My God. What did I say to that?After deciding to ignore the text, I turned th
My cheeks flushed red, and I stood up from my seat. “No! I’ll go, uh … get some of my pictures that I’ve taken. They’re in my room. It's much better than a picture on a phone. You can’t ever see anything on those things. I’ll be right back,” I said, leaping out of my chair.Before I left the room, I gave Mr. Williams a pointed stare, trying to tell him that I was going to go get that damn vibrator and put it inside of me. For him.“Fuck!” I said once I rushed into my room. “This really can’t be happening.”I searched for a picture that looked semi-decent to bring down to show my parents. Luckily, I found one that Ada had taken a few years ago that she gave me. I removed it from the frame and then grabbed my vibrator and buried it inside of me. A soft vibration pulsed through my core, and I silently cursed. This was going to be a long night.When I made it back downstairs, I gave my parents the picture and sat with my legs crossed on my chair, my panties soaked. Mr. Williams was smirk
He pulled himself out of me, and I turned to him and knelt. He stroked his cock. “Stick out your tongue. You’re going to swallow for me.”My toes curled. I gazed up at him, fingers rubbing my clit. He took my chin in his hand, and I opened my mouth. His cum sprayed over my face, completely missing my mouth. When he released my jaw, I wiped his cum off with my fingers and sucked them into my mouth.He smirked down at me and pinched both of my nipples in his fingers, pulling me up. I stumbled back onto the bed. He pushed his fingers inside of me again.Someone knocked on my door.“How’s everything coming along in there?” Dad asked.I bit my lip, trying to hold back my moans, and dug my nails into his shoulders. He pounded his fingers deeper inside of me. I arched my back and threw my head back.“It’s coming along.” Mr. Williams chuckled. My fingers dug deeper into his skin as I desperately tried to keep my moans quiet. “Isn’t it, Mila?”My legs trembled as the pleasure pulsed out of me.
Reynolds cleared his throat, introducing the topic we’d be talking about today and going over some announcements, like he did at the start of every class, and a moment later, my phone buzzed.I swallowed hard, wanting to ignore it … but I couldn’t ignore the warmth pooling between my legs. So, I turned the brightness on my phone all the way down and opened the message from Everett’s dad.I have something for you.My heart raced, and I drew my knees together. Mr. Williams had something for me.Be a good girl and play with yourself back there during my presentation, and maybe I’ll give it to you when class is over.I swallowed hard, staring down at the message. Oh my God. My pussy was already throbbing, aching to have him inside of me again. I felt like a schoolgirl in a fucking porno, seducing the teacher, playing with myself as everyone looked at him, but he only looked at me. Where would he take me this time? Over this desk when we were finished? In one of the many empty bedrooms at
Reynolds gazed at me for a long moment, nodding his head to Mr. Williams and then handing him my phone. Reynolds gathered his belongings and walked right out of the room. Everett lingered by the door.Mr. Williams gazed over at him. “I’ll meet you back at the house for dinner,” he said. “I need to talk to Miss Mila beforehand about”—he held up my phone—“this. Don’t wait up for either of us.”Everett nodded his head and left the room, leaving me alone with Mr. Williams in a deserted college business class. He walked to the front of the desk, leaned against it, and crossed one leg over the other. I huffed to myself and trudged over to him, trying not to look too excited about this. Because I wasn’t. I really, really wasn’t. Definitely wasn’t.I stared up at him, gaze lingering on the bulge in the front of his pants.He held up my phone. “Do you think that the little stunt you pulled was funny?” he asked, brow raised.“Depends,” I said, batting my lashes at him. “Did it make you hard?”H
“What would he think when he finds out that Professor Reynolds caught you fucking someone on his desk?” He pushed a finger into my pussy, thrusting it in and out of me deliciously. “What about when I tell him that instead of listening to me talk about business, you decided to send me a whole folder of your naughty little pictures?”My pussy pulsed, and I grasped on to the table harder, trying to keep my breathing steady.He pressed his lips against my ear, sucking the skin. “He wouldn’t like that, would he?” When I didn’t say a word, he curled his hand around my neck and pulled me toward him. “Would he?”“No,” I breathed out, my heart pounding in my chest.I gazed out the door window, watching people walk by in the halls. No, there wasn’t a class in here after … but people loved to study in the empty classrooms. And … I had no doubt that someone would glance into this one, hoping to find an empty classroom but finding Mr. Williams thrusting his fingers into my tight, wet pussy instead
It was Friday night, one week into my internship under Mr. Williams, and it was not what I was expecting. I expected him to sneak me into his office between every meeting and have his way with me, not give me piles upon piles of work to do. “You’re not finished with your hours for today, Mila,” Mr. Williams said to me just as I said good-bye to him to leave for the weekend. He gestured to the door, and I shut it behind me and stared at the great CEO behind the desk. He cocked one finger in my direction and patted the desk next to him. “Come here.” After blowing out a deep breath and trying to ease the ache between my legs that wouldn’t go away all week, I sauntered over to the side of his desk and gazed down at him. “What do you need help with, Mr. Williams?” I asked, trying to keep this as professional as I could. He hadn’t touched me all week. He hadn’t flirted with me all week. He had barely looked at me all week. But today … today, I could see that he needed to be relieved and
“Sucking up if she needs to.” He laughed, but we both knew it wasn’t a joke.Dad chuckled and brushed it off as if it was nothing because that’s what it was. To him, Mr. Williams and I were just that—boss and employee. Nothing more and definitely nothing less. He was to show me how to run a company, and I was to get my shitty-ass grade up.Someone’s phone buzzed on the desk, and Dad stood. “Let me take this,” he said. “It’ll be a moment.”The office door closed, and Mr. Williams pushed out his seat to stare down at me.He leaned down slightly and pushed his hand into my skirt. “How’re you doing down there?” he asked, fingers thrusting up into my pussy. “Being a good girl for me. Sucking me off. Getting your pussy sopping wet for me.”A rush of heat warmed my core, and I nodded. “I need you,” I whispered. “I’ve been waiting all week for you to pull me into your office.”Mr. Williams’s gaze flickered from my eyes to my lips and back. “God, Mila, if I could, you’d be in my office every d