Chloe
I sank low into the hot water and hummed to myself as it came up over my shoulders. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus was overwhelming in a good way; completely taking over my senses and helping me feel extra relaxed.
Mama and dad had taken Dimitris to my grandparent’s place for the weekend, I had the whole place to myself, including the master bathroom jacuzzi tub. And no one to yell at me to turn my music down, or constantly pester me about who I was texting.
I think Mama was worried about leaving me alone in the house now that she thought I was seeing someone, especially when I was given a stern reminder that we had security cameras that she could check at any moment. The joke was on her though, I knew which ones weren’t actual cameras, just fakes to deter people.
My phone buzzed noisily on the windowsill. I grabbed it with a wet hand and struggled to unlock the screen, Jaz had texted me that she was down the street. I quickly messaged her back to say the garage door was unlocked and set the device aside again, promising myself that I wouldn’t text Alex while I was with her – I didn’t want to be rude.
I wasn’t much of a texter, I usually didn’t respond right away and I much preferred to email since there was no pressure to answer immediately. This probably just fed into my desire to be lazy and not have any responsibilities ever, but that was besides the point. Since our date on Friday, I had texted Alex a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. I had to buy a battery case for my phone because I was always on it. That kind of a lot. And as we approached Saturday, we just seemed to text more. And FaceTime. Holy shit did I like to video chat with him.
Alex would call me at random times, usually at night when he had gotten back to a hotel and would just tell me about his day. I liked listening to him talk, and admittedly I had a lot of questions for him, mostly about his personal life and what he was doing on his time off, but that didn’t seem to bother him. Slowly there were little hints and double entendres on both sides – we both wanted something more than just getting to know each other.
I wasn’t willing to have sex with him yet, we’d only met once for fucks sake, but I wouldn’t be put off if we had phone sex or if he sent me a pic or two. I was kind of desperate for a picture at this point, honestly. He seemed like a guy that got around, Jazmin raved about his “prowess”, and we’d put on a softcore porn act in a parking lot. I kind of felt like I was getting blue balled and it had barely been a week.
“Clo!”
I jolted and sloshed water over the edge of the tub. Jesus. I clutched my hand over my heart and tried to will it slow down. “Yeah, I’m up here!”
I could hear Jaz running up the stairs while I pulled the plug and wrapped myself up in my bright blue robe. With my free hand, I tied my hair up into a sloppy bun and made my way back to my own bedroom, pausing only to blow out the candles before I left.
“I’m going in your room,” Jaz called out. “I’m picking through your closet—”
“I’m coming, hold on!”
I came running out of my parent’s room to find Jaz peeking out from my doorway. “You’re naked.”
“And you’re early. I thought you said you were coming after dinner?”
She rolled her eyes and moved out of the way, letting me past her. “No, I said I was picking up dinner. Time to clean the shit out of your ears.”
I blew a raspberry at her as I dug through my walk-in, searching for a pair of clean pajamas while Jaz got comfy on my bed and connected her phone to the speakers. A softly crooning singer came through with a slow pop beat that I found myself dancing too while I got dressed into a pair of shorts and a camisole.
After the renovations my parents gave me their old room, Dima moved into mine, and his was made into an office. My window overlooked the backyard now, letting in plenty of early morning light that my array of plants thrived on. My whole room was done in varying shades of green, from the pistachio walls to the forest-colored bedspread and even the dark green rug in the center of the room. The color was my favorite; it made me feel like I was somewhere more natural than in the center of a massive city.
“So, where are your parents?” Jaz asked.
I came back into the bedroom and flopped on the bed across from her with the pizza box between us. She had a pink crystal pipe in her hand, rose quartz, and was carefully packing it with the pot from her grinder. I prayed that the smell didn’t linger; dad didn’t care as long as neither of us were driving but mama was vehemently antidrug.
She finished packing the bowl and grabbed her lighter, I waited for her to finish and lean to blow the smoke out the window before answering her.
“Reno, they went to see my grandparents. The cult ones.”
She nodded sagely. “Everyone who lives in Nevada is part of a cult, why else would you live there?”
She didn’t say it like a question but I couldn’t help but snicker. My grandparents weren’t really in a cult per se, but it certainly felt like it with all the weird, branded merchandise they sent us and all the weird things they posted online. I didn’t really talk to them much; it wasn’t a secret that I didn’t care for dad’s family and they liked my little brother a hell of a lot more because he wasn’t old enough to see them trying to buy his affection. Not that my mom’s family didn’t also do that, they definitely pampered that little bugger every time he went to Greece.
“Yeah, I don’t really see the appeal, but then again, there isn’t much here for me either.”
Jaz cocked an eyebrow. “Well Miss too-good-for-Sacramento, I believe I did just hand you a living plane ticket that can and will take you anywhere you want.”
My cheeks suddenly felt very hot and her stare a little too intense. When I didn’t say anything, she handed me the pipe, the lighter, and opened the pizza box. I could take a hint and figured it would help loosen me up.
It tasted gross and the smoke had me fighting the urge to cough but almost immediately I felt lighter. When I blinked, I couldn’t decide if I had just skipped forward several seconds or if I had just completely blacked out for a minute. Jazmin was giggling as she sat there, watching me dig into the food between us without a word. I wasn’t even hungry, but I needed to focus my attention on something instead of the constant flickering of lights from the back-fence neighbors that were visible through the gauzy curtains.
“Earth to Chloe,” she said, waving her hand in front of my face. “Hello, can you hear me?”
I jumped back from her and started to laugh when it felt like the whole room tilted sideways. “I can hear you, stop freaking me out.”
She scoffed and took the pipe from me, setting it on the windowsill behind her. “Alright, now that I have you all uninhibited you have to tell me everything.”
“Everything?”
She lunged across the bed, coming almost nose to nose with me. “Everything.”
I stared into her dark eyes for a long minute, letting the silence settle between us just as one song was fading into another. “We kissed,” I told her, making it sound as salacious as possible. “In public.”
“You had the audacity to kiss your date?” she demanded, her face twisting into a look of mock horror. “You tramp!”
“And I let him cop a feel!”
Jazmin gasped loudly and clutched her hand over her heart, eyes comically wide. I was laughing too hard to notice her grabbing my pillow before she was suddenly pelting me with it.
“I told you!” she cried. “I told you!”
“Stooop,” I wailed, tears streaming down my face while I gasped for air. “Ohmigod, I yield!”
She tossed the pillow across the room and sat back on the bed, grinning devilishly as I collected myself. I couldn’t help but smile right back at her, knowing she was right and thankful that I had taken the chance on this opportunity.
“When are you seeing him again?”
“I’m going to L.A. with him tomorrow for some sort of gala that’s being hosted by his friend. I got a fancy dress and everything.”
“Oh, that’s probably Amelia, she’s great, she’s an architect that he works with a lot. How long are you two staying?”
I shrugged and picked at another slice. “Just the night, I didn’t know if I could get away from the house for too long and he said it was fine.”
Jaz’s smile faltered. “Oh…”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
I rolled my eyes and set the slice down to cross my arms defiantly. “Come on, it clearly wasn’t nothing.”
“It’s just a little slow – that’s all.” She paused and fidgeted with her phone, refusing to meet my gaze. “Alex is patient Clo, but don’t make him wait forever. He’s paying you for your company, make it worth his money.”
“He knows I want to wait a little while before we have sex, it’s not a big deal.”
“But he’s not your boyfriend – he’s a client. That means you don’t need some super special relationship before you knock boots. Besides, I’m just saying that you’re explicitly being paid for that, so holding out is kind of a rip off.”
Ugh. Talk about ruining my buzz. “Moving on because this is totally killing my high; I got something special for him.”
Her mood visibly perked again, and I had to laugh at the sudden curiosity etched on her face. I jumped off the bed and grabbed the silver and black bag from my closet where the little box held my first outlandish sex toy. I handed it to her without a word and sat down on the bed, grabbing the pipe as I went because I wasn’t wasting this, not tonight.
Jaz dug through it excitedly and I was mid inhale when she started cackling, holding the sleek red and gold vibrator in one hand and the remote in the other.
She held it out to me and leaned forward, waving it at me as she said, “So it’s safe to assume you liked him?”
“Do I look like I would buy a hundred-dollar vibrator for a man I didn’t like?” I demanded.
Jazmin threw herself back on the bed, her legs in the air as she kicked them excitedly. “I told you!” she screamed happily. “I told you that he was charming, and you didn’t believe me!”
“How could I?” I asked incredulously. “How was I supposed to know an old guy was out here to make me feel like I was getting swept off my feet?”
“He’s not old.”
“He is too, don’t even try that with me. He’s like, older than my own dad.”
“Oh, he is not.” She groaned and smacked me again with the pillow. “He’s a sweetheart and complete ass sometimes, but he’s not wasting away in front of you.”
Oh please. “He graduated high school before I was born, Jaz. That makes him old. And yes, I do make the rules.”
She pointed at me and narrowed her eyes. “One day you too will be twenty, and I can’t wait for someone to call you old.”
“Twenty isn’t old,” I argued. “Come on, just admit that he’s not exactly in his prime.”
She shook her head vehemently. “Not to give too many details but I’ve fucked that man in more ways than you can imagine, I would never say that he was out of his prime.”
I covered my face and flopped back on the bed, the two of us giggling hysterically while Jaz played with the vibrator, teasing me about it. I was a little jealous that she had been with him, I could admit that, but at the end of the day I knew what I signed up for when I agreed to meet him. I knew it was completely unfair to ask anyone to have a similar sexual history to my own, and anyway, wasn’t that supposed to be the draw? That he was the older man with years of experience where I had none? Or, well, next to none.
Honestly though, all it made me feel was more nervous. What if he wanted me to do something I’d never heard of? What if he wanted to do a position I’d never seen? What if I made a weird noise or an ugly face? I didn’t know what the answer was to any of this, I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to him, but I hoped that if and when I finally told him that he wouldn’t be weird about it.
Jaz and I laid there for hours, even eventually ordering Chinese takeout when the pizza proved not enough, and we binged almost an entire season of 90 Day Fiancé from the comfort of my queen-sized bed before she passed out. I sat there, listening to her heavy breathing while I stared at the ceiling and tried not to think about my phone on the nightstand. Only two feet away. Perfectly accessible. And Alex probably being awake still…
Just as I closed my eyes, I heard it buzz. It lit up the entire room and I snatched at it eagerly, praying it wouldn’t wake her.
2:01 AM Alex
Do you have everything ready for tomorrow?
My screen glowed in the darkness and I quickly locked it again as I got out of bed, tiptoeing to the bathroom. Jazz grumbled something and rolled over, I watched from behind the door and eased it closed before turning on the light.
Me
All packed. Are you still picking me up at the airport?
Alex
Of course. I can’t wait to see you again.
I pressed myself against the wall, giggling excitedly to myself while the room spun around me. There were no games with him, he didn’t play hard to get or downplay anything, he told me exactly what he meant.
Me
I can’t wait to see you either. Been thinking about you a lot.
My thumb hovered over the send button while I gnawed on my lower lip, unsure if that was too much. I really didn’t know where the line was between us being romantic and sexual while maintaining a platonic working relationship versus an actual romantic relationship. He wasn’t my boyfriend, I mean, hell, even if we were really dating, I still couldn’t call him my boyfriend yet.
I steeled myself, deciding then that if he didn’t like what I had to say then that was his problem, not mine. Immediately after I sent it the message showed that it was read. It was too late to change my mind now.
Alex
I’ve been thinking about you too. I got something for you, it’s just a small thing, but I hope you like it.
Well now I knew I wasn’t going to sleep tonight. This was like waiting for Santa if Santa looked like the hot dad of your best friend.
Grinning to myself, I messaged him back.
Me
Do I get a hint at least?
Alex
Maybe. What would you do for a hint?
My entire body was humming with electricity, even my hands shook as I rushed to text back that it was up to him and if it helped him decide, then I was also naked.
Alex
So, you’re all alone and thinking of me?
Me
And naked. Don’t forget that part.
Alex
Do I have to take your word for that or are you going to send me a picture?
My heart leapt into my throat and I threw my phone down on the counter. Holy shit. Was he really asking for that? I should have been prepared for this, I mean, what else was I expecting when I texted him that?
I stared long and hard at myself in the mirror; my cheeks were pink, my hazel eyes were wide and rimmed with redness, and my hair was a wild mess of tangled waves. With a deep breath, I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. It dropped to the floor with my shorts and suddenly I was alone in the cold bathroom, facing my naked reflection.
My hand went to my stomach reflexively and I swallowed. Alex had grabbed me in the parking lot, he’d touched me without restraint, and he knew what my body looked like to an extent, that dress hadn’t left much to the imagination. But there was a difference between a tight-fitted dress and actually showing my body to someone.
With a deep breath, I picked my phone back up and tapped on the camera. I stepped back from the counter just enough that he would be able to see down to my bikini line and nothing else. Leaning forward, I rested a hand on the counter and pushed my tits together. I looked good. He better think so too.
It took me a few tries to get the right picture with the best lighting, but I wasn’t cutting any corners. I stared at the screen as the blue bar zoomed across the top and finally the image was sent. My thumb was caught between my teeth while I watched and waited for him to message back.
Several hearts popped up on the screen, all green, and I laughed out loud before quickly covering my mouth.
Alex
I’m going to have to drive down there and see you tonight if you keep that up.
His message was quickly followed up with his own picture of him, on the bed, shirtless, and with a very obvious outline leading up to the top of his pajama bottoms. My stomach fluttered at the sight of his bare chest and smattering of hair across his pecs, and thinner line that trailed down his stomach to his pants.
Me
Is that a threat or a promise?
Not even thirty seconds after I sent it, my phone was ringing. I hit the button and brought it up to my ear as I turned around and took a seat on the counter.
“It’s both,” he said huskily. “It’s a promise to show you what you’re doing to me and a threat to show you what those kind of messages lead to.”
My hand slipped down my stomach to my pussy, just slowly brushing over it. “You’ll have me in your hotel room all alone for the entire night,” I whispered into the receiver. “Are you excited?”
He laughed low and gravelly, making my heart skip a painful beat. “What makes you think I wouldn’t be? I wanted you here tonight, but you said no.”
“And look, you wouldn’t have gotten that picture if I was there with you tonight.”
“No, I would have gotten it in person.”
Oh. I hoped I wasn’t about to disappoint him. “Are you going to be upset with me if I tell you that I’m not ready for that yet?”
“Chloe,” he said sternly. “I’ve already told you that I’ll wait until you’re ready. But I can still fantasize, and the pictures definitely add to that.”
Ohmigod, my whole face hurt from smiling at this point. “You fantasize about me?”
“I went straight back to my hotel on Friday and thought about you all night in that tiny dress.”
I pressed my fingers against my sex, pushing between the fold and feeling my wetness start to coat the digits. “And now you’re going to think about me wearing nothing at all?”
“No, I’m going to imagine getting to strip you down myself so that I can take my time with you.” He paused and my fingers froze. “I can hear your heavy breathing.”
Ah fuck. “Is there a problem with that?” I asked haughtily.
“Not all but how about you tell me what you’re doing to be breathing so heavy.”
“Talking to you,” I teased. “What else could I be doing?”
He chuckled. “Talking to me doesn’t require both hands. Turn on your camera.”
My phone beeped just after he said that and I pulled it away from my ear to see him trying to change it into a video call. I accepted the request and watched as he came into view, sitting on his bed in front of what I assumed was his laptop, leaning back against the padded headboard with his hand resting on his lap.
His hair was mused, spiky, and he looked tired. Aw. He was probably exhausted but he stayed up to talk to me. I didn’t want to hold back on him, I leaned back against the mirror and held the phone away so that he could get a better view of my body.
Alex smirked. “Do you have any other piercings?”
I glanced down reflexively at my belly button where a small four-leaf-clover pendent hung from my still relatively new piercing. “No, but I almost got my nipples pierced. I was told I could get anything I wanted as long as it wasn’t on my face.”
His laugh this time was loud and surprised. “Do you always do what you’re told then?”
“Not even close.”
“What if I told you to touch yourself for me?”
My hand cupped my breast and began toying with my nipple. I wasn’t waiting for him to tell me to do anything, I could show him what I liked.
Alex’s hand tightened on his tented pajamas for a second as he massaged himself, his gaze was still intently focused on me. I moved back further, propping one leg on the ledge while my hand moved further south.
“Is this what you want me to do?” I asked, trying to make myself sound sweet and innocent.
He groaned and shoved his hand down the front of his pants, grabbing his cock more openly and finally pulling it out for me to see. “That’s exactly what I want, baby girl. Keep going, let me see you play with yourself.”
The quiet bathroom made my breathing seem louder, when I tipped my head back, I felt like the noise of my subdued moan echoed, vibrating across my skin while my fingers danced over my clit.
I was on fire under his gaze, even through the phone I felt like I could feel it sweeping over me, focusing on my tits, my hard nipples, and the way my free hand strummed my clit. When I opened my eyes again, he was slowly jerking off, the head of his cock was glistening obscenely and seemed to be dripping precum down the side of his hand.
My mouth went dry at the sight of him, at the sheer size of his cock. I’d only seen three in person, two and a half if I was being completely honest, and the last one I saw was nearly a year ago now and not nearly as big. I couldn’t say if it was because Alex was older or if I was just the luckiest girl in the world right now, but I certainly felt lucky getting to watch him like this.
I pushed my fingers deep inside my pussy and gasped when I found my g-spot, at the same time I almost lost hold of my phone.
“Fuck,” Alex groaned out. “Let me see you come, baby.”
I was too far gone to do anything else, but his words spurred me on anyway. My fingers moved at lightning speed and I spread my legs wider. I was panting and could barely keep my eyes open to watch him while he jerked off.
The heat in my abdomen kept growing, my wetness made my hand slick, and my body felt like it was tightening. I came seconds before Alex did, feeling as though the pressure inside snapped like an elastic band and doubling over with a high-pitched moan. He inhaled sharply and I opened my eyes just in time to see him finish, his cum shooting across his chest in thick ropes before tapering off with dribbles down his fist.
My thighs were trembling, I slowly set them down, wincing at the way my muscles cramped in this position. Alex laid there for a moment while we both caught our breath, I started to shiver, realizing just how cold it was in here now that I wasn’t blinded by lust.
Jumping off the counter, I set my phone down and got dressed again, this time also grabbing my robe from off the back of the door. When I picked my phone back up again Alex was just finishing getting himself cleaned up and had a lopsided smile.
“We need to set this up ahead of time, that way I don’t give myself a muscle cramp,” I told him, wincing while I rubbed my sore thigh.
“That ruins the spontaneity,” he argued. “It’s more fun this way.”
I rolled my eyes at him, but he just kept grinning at me, completely unfazed. “Alright, well that was more than I planned for tonight and now I’m off to bed.”
“You don’t want to know what I got you after all?”
Oh! I couldn’t believe I almost forgot. “No, wait, I want to know!”
He reached off screen for something and brought it in front of the camera. A bright blue box from Tiffany’s. No! My jaw was almost on the floor – there was absolutely no way that he actually bought me something like that. Not yet anyway. “You’re kidding, right?”
He cocked an eyebrow and glanced at the present. “Are you saying you don’t want nice things?”
“No, of course I do!” I protested. “I just—I don’t know—” I broke off and gestured helplessly. What could I say?
Alex set it aside, his smirk growing wider. “You don’t get to see it until tomorrow, so go get some rest and let me know before you leave.”
I nodded. “I will, I promise.”
“Good.” He paused to yawn loudly and rubbed his face. “Goodnight, Chloe.”
“Goodnight, Alex.”
I blew him a kiss and he waved back, waiting for me to disconnect first. I didn’t want to, but I was exhausted and I knew that the sooner I got to bed the sooner I could see him for real. I wished he was here to cuddle with now, for us to curl up in that giant bed of his so that I could feel his body on mine again. All of him; I wanted to feel him holding me like he didn’t want to let go all over again. Though I knew part of that was because he was a foot taller than me and I liked that feeling of being small and held by him.
With a resigned sigh, I made my way back into the bedroom where Jazmin was spooning with my pillows. I would have to make do with her tonight, but I would make sure to get my fill of Alex tomorrow.