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Chapter 4: Admitting It

"I wanted to show you how much you turn me on," I said to my phone, propped up on my dresser, hoping my voice sounded seductive.

I winked at the camera, then pulled my shirt off, tossing it into the corner of the room. I tried to imagine Adalyn there, that I was doing this for her. I felt awkward and silly, but knew I had to do it.

Christ, she better not share this with anybody.

"I want to put on panties for you," I said as I unbuttoned my jeans, slowly unzipping the fly. "I want you to give me the prettiest lingerie you can. I'll wear whatever you want, Adalyn."

I pulled my fly open, revealing the blue satin and hard bulge underneath. I grinned at the camera. I could picture her biting her lip, her hand slipping down into the waistband of her jeans to deal with a new, sudden wetness I was causing.

"I had such a good time with you," I continued as I shimmied out of my jeans.

They crumpled to the floor around my feet. I bent over, preventing her from getting a full view of my cock in the panties. I wanted to draw it out as long as possible for her. This was a strip tease , after all.

I bent at my waist, turning as I did until my pantied ass was pointed at the camera. My legs were perfectly straight. I peaked around them, giving the camera a winning smile while I shook my hips. Then I stood, my jeans pinched in my fingers, and threw them to the side.

As I turned back to face her, I flipped the waistband of my panties down. My cock sprang free, and when I was facing the camera again, I began stroking myself.

"Look how hard you make me," I moaned.

Look how hard the panties make me.

"Don't you want me inside of you?"

Don't you want to put me in a nightie again?

"I can't wait to see you again."

I can't wait to be in lingerie again.

"I want to taste you, Adalyn."

I want to be as pretty as you.

"I want to fuck you."

I want you to fuck me.

I was close to cumming now, my thoughts blending into each other.

"I want you to put on something sexy for me. And I want to get dressed up with you."

Wait, did I say that or think that?

"I want to be pretty with you. I want panties. And stockings. And babydolls. I want to put them on together and kiss you. We can play with each other until we cum and then do it again and again like girlfriends!"

The last word came out as a cry of pleasure as I exploded, jets of cum spraying across the room towards the camera. I kept stroking myself as I came, images of lace-trimmed skirts and frilly panties filling my mind. Adalyn was there, showing me something cute she wanted me to wear for her.

And I'll wear anything she wants.

When I finished, I turned off the recording and sent it to her. My stomach was in knots as I waited for her to reply. I cleaned up the mess I had made and took a shower, keeping my phone close and loud. Every minute dragged by, time stretching out into an anxious infinity. I looked at the time I had sent it and saw that not even ten minutes had gone by.

Immediately I felt regret, which was swiftly replaced by shame. I tried to remember what I had said. Had any of it been sexy? Was it what she wanted to hear? It had all been so automatic, so obvious as I had said it, that it hadn't even occurred to me that it might not be right. Frantically, I watched the video, my heart sinking as I watched myself awkwardly strip.

"I want to be pretty with you?" What the fuck was I thinking?

My phone blared in my hand, the buzz so intense that I nearly dropped it with a yelp. My heart leapt into my throat as I saw who had texted me: Adalyn. I tapped over to the message, holding my breath until I saw what it was.

"Fuck."

Is that a good 'fuck' or a bad one? Did I fuck up? Is this going to —

"Wow."

Relief crashed into me. That had to be a good thing, right?

"Tomorrow afternoon. My place, after my class. 2 PM."

Hell yeah. No risk, no reward.

And this was definitely a reward.