Landon: You asked me about where I think about touching you. Ask me something else.
I considereddo you want to come over right now and touch mebut worried that might be moving too fast.
Kira: You said something the other day about liking my glasses.
Landon: That isn’t a question.
Kira: Okay, why do you like them?
I touched the rims of my glasses, wondering if they made my eyes look nice or if he just liked girls with glasses. I was more partial to my contacts. I didn’t have to worry about them slipping down my nose when cycling or painting, but maybe I should wear my glasses more.
Landon: I like the way you push them back into place without losing focus. You take them off like you take off your clothes. It makes me want to run my thumb along your cheekbone. And that thought makes me want to put my thumb in your mouth. Then I lose ten minutes at work daydreaming.
Landon: Maybe you should wear contacts more, for the sake of my job.
My stomach expanded with deep breaths, slowly in and out. I lay down on the bed, my pillow cushioning my head, and responded.
Kira: I forgot you could be funny.
Landon: These last few weeks haven’t provided many chances. I’ll have to remind you how funny I am.
Kira: It’s not funny how much I want you to touch me.
My breath hitched while writing that last text, but only a smug feeling settled when he answered.
Landon: Kira. You can’t do this to me.
Landon: I’ve been trying to take this slow. I want to do us right this time.
Kira: I know. And I’m lucky to be with someone so thoughtful.
Sexting had never been something I was interested in before. In my experience, most men wanted to sext at the most inconvenienthours. The amount of times I had to lie via text, claiming I was wearing nothing when I was fully clothed and wrist deep into a bowl of popcorn was laughable.
But I found myself having fun. Feeling in control. And horny. Which proved to be a dangerous combination.
Kira: Do you think about me when you touch yourself?
Landon: Every time.
Kira: Are you doing it right now?
Landon: I will if you want me to. Will you?
I crossed my legs and slowly started to rock against the bed.
Kira: Yes. Are you still dressed in your bartending gear?
Landon: Not anymore. Just got out of the shower.
I could imagine it. That was the worst part. I always had a rampant imagination that flew at speeds well out of my control. Damp hair, a towel around his waist, a few beads of water dripping down his forehead.
Kira: I’m sure you look great.
Landon: Really?
Landon: Sorry. I’m also not the most experienced sexter, if you can’t tell.
Kira: Experience is overrated. I don’t have any expectations anyways.
