BandAid42
A virgin. Perfect.
Virgin?My eyes widen as the shock courses through me. I don’t think I’ve ever been called that. But it’s accurate. This is my first time, and it’s terrifying. I sit still, waiting for instructions, because I don’t know what else to do.
BandAid42
How wet are you just thinking about this?
F4tNw1ll1ng
Dripping.
Should I add the “for you” at the end?I very nearly message that, but before I manage, I get a response. One that makes me hesitate before continuing.
BandAid42
It seems you are a good slut.
Everything in my body relaxes. This is exactly what I need to hear. My fantasies aren’t out of line. They aren’t crazy or insane. They’re just me figuring out what I want and more, finding the limits to the truth of who I am. Perhaps figuring out who I want to become.
“Lizzie!” Reik’s voice bounces down the hallway and under the door.
I jump sharply.
“Just a second!” I call to him. Stepping away from the computer, I leave the chat up, scared that if I close out of it, I’ll never figure out whoBandAid42really is. I unlock the door and pop my head out into the hallway. “What can I do for you?” I ask in the sweetest voice I can manage.
But my panties are drenched. I hadn’t realized just how wet I’d gotten from that short amount of conversation, from the thrill of someone else wanting to experience whatever I want with me. From the thought that I’m on the cusp of so much pleasure?—
“Mother’s here.” His voice is sharp.
“Oh, right.” I swallow back fear. “I’ll, uh…be right down. I got caught up reading. You know me.” I give him the most shame-filled and ditzy smile I can manage, because he’ll fall for it. He does every single time.
“Brush your hair while you’re at it.” Reik sneers at me.
“Right. I will. Thank you.” I clench my jaw tightly to hold back any other retort because that would only lead us down a path that won’t be beneficial for anyone. I nod at him and slip back into the spare bedroom.
The computer screen calls to me. I rush back, finding three messages I missed in that small interaction. Nerves fill my chest because I can’t have missed anything. I need to know.
BandAid42
Do you want to be fucked as a reward?
How do you want it? Hard. Fast. With a stranger? From behind? Do you want me to squeeze your neck until you can’t breathe? Tell me, my little slut.
Maybe you aren’t a good whore and you just want to watch.
I whimper and clench my thighs together because I swear I’m leaking through my panties and that my juices are flowing down the insides of my legs. Glancing at the still-open doorway, I type as quickly as I can. I should have shut the fucking door.
F4tNw1ll1ng
I don’t. I don’t want to watch.
Bending over the desk, I use the edge of it to keep me upright. But each time I read over BandAid42’s message, I can’t help but imagine someone behind me, cupping my pussy, fingering me. Is that what it’d feel like? To have someone want me so fucking bad that they couldn’t help but fuck me while I worked at the computer?
BandAid42
Then what do you want?
