Since I know Henry won’t make the first move, I make up my mind in deciding to do it myself.
It’s time to actually cross the line between friends and more.
That step being to send Henry a selfie. One you wouldn’t send to yourfriend.
I clear off my bathroom counter and wipe down the mirror. If I’m going to do this, I need to make this the best photo he’s ever received.
In a spur of the moment decision, I take off my shorts so that his sweatshirt is just barely covering my legs, putting them on display. When I find the right position—not too posed, not too casual—I take a photo.
The universe must be on my side today because the first one I take ends up perfect.
Without giving myself any time to second guess, I press send and run out of the bathroom throwing my phone onto my bed.
My new favorite sweatshirt. :)
Nothing too sexual but nothing too “I only want to be your friend” because I don’t want to be his friend, I want him to throw me on the bed and do all the things he says he’s dreamt about.
I feel my phone buzz. Another buzz… and another.
Henry
Fuck.
Me.
I had to delete everything I wanted to say, too inappropriate to say while I’m at work.
His response has my thighs squeezing together. I didn’t expect this morning to start with me nearly sexting Henry but I’m not mad about it.
Is that so? If you tell me what you were going to say, maybe I’ll send another.
I wait another minute, assuming he’s busy at work but as I put my phone down, it vibrates.
Henry
I want those beautiful thighs suffocating me while I devour your pussy like it’s my last meal on Earth. Knowing you’re at home in nothing but my sweatshirt and those lacy little panties that are making me hard just thinking about them have me wanting to come over there and spank you for making my dick throb, and there’s nothing I can do about it until I see that beautiful face and those fuckable lips that I want sucking my cock until you swallow every. Last. Drop.
Now please send me another picture since I was a good boy and did as you asked. Please.
My heart is pounding, I’ve never felt so… desired. I’ve also never had someone go down on me before so knowing that’s something he wants has me wishing he was here right now to show me.
I never do this because I’ve heard the horror from girls getting their photos leaked, but Henry is someone I know I can trust… especially being vulnerable like this.
I change location for the next photo and lie on my bed. I pull the hem of the sweatshirt up a little above my hip to where you can see the lace of my panties on my hips and a small glimpse of the fabric covering my pussy.
I’ve never done this before, but knowing a simple photo can have him reacting this way over me has me feeling brave. Him being turned on by me is turningmeon.
I press send and bite my nails in anticipation for his response which is nearly instant.
Henry
I want to do so many bad things to you. Tomorrow needs to come sooner, I need my mouth ripping off that lace.
I’ll make sure to wear a sexier pair for you when I see you.
Henry
I need to put my phone down before I come in my pants, I don’t think Miles would like that too much…
