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I pat my pocket—yes, this dress even has pockets. “Of course.”
“Good.”
I step into the nearest women’s restroom and wait. I don’t know what to expect exactly, but I pull my phone out, assuming that has something to do with it.
A moment later, a text from Jonah flashes on my screen.
Jonah: Go into a stall.
I do, butterflies swooping. We’re going to sext. I’ve never done that.
Me: I am.
Take your panties off.
I stare at the screen. Oh boy. I reach up under my skirt and shimmy out of my panties.
Okay.
Prove it.
Oh.
Boy.
I take a breath. Obviously the way to prove it would be with a photo.
Can I send a photo of my pussy to a man’s phone?
Then I have another idea. I hold the panties up and take a photo of them dangling from my fingertips.
Cute. Now let me see your cute finger in your cute little cunt.
I gasp as my eyes go wide.
He really just texted that to me.
And I’m hot all over because of it.
I love this man.
It’s the strangest time for that thought to hit me. But it’s true.
He’s fun. He makes me laugh. He makes me hot. He makes me proud—of myself and of him. He makes me brave. He’s the first one to make me actually consider something other than the life that everyone else laid out for me so long ago.
So can I do this risky thing that he’s asking me to do? This playful, hot, fun thing that he’s doing for me? Sure, I think he’ll enjoy the photo. I am sure he’s turned on and thinks this is fun, too. But he’s also doing all of this for me. To find out what kind of sexy fun I like. To find out what kind of sexual relationship I want to have. He’s helping me realize what I want and what I need to be happy and to feel desired and fulfilled.
With that, I prop my foot up on the toilet, flip my skirt up, and slide my finger down over my clit. I take a photo of that first, careful to keep the very unsexy toilet out of the frame.
Then, I slip my finger into my pussy.
I’m wet. For Jonah.
And I take a photo of me fingering myself for this man.
I can’t believe I’m doing it, but I hit send, and then give one of those joyful, giddy giggles.
I wait for a moment, dropping my foot back to the floor.