by Mia Clark
I'm down. This is not my usual thing. I don't go around texting sexy pictures to people, but Ashley's a definite exception to the rules.
Fuck. This means I need to make it amazing, right? Yeah, uh... I don't know if my usual style of point, aim, and click is going to work with a picture like this.
I undo my pants and pull them down just enough to let my cock fly free. It's more than happy to oblige, ready for its private boudoir photo shoot over here. I step towards my bed, pull up my shirt kind of like Ashley did in her picture, just showing off my abs, then I lay down.
Anyone can take a picture of their cock, and it'll look exactly like a penis, but I'm trying to be sexy as fuck at the moment. I hold my camera low, between my legs, then grab my shaft and stroke a few times for a warm up.
Then... yeah... this just came to me, but I'm going with it. You wanted something exciting to show you how much I enjoyed your picture, Princess? I'll give you something exciting.
Instead of clicking to take a picture, I hit the record button instead. I keep the same angle, and stroke slowly up and down. I bite my bottom lip and close my eyes, remembering the sexy as fuck picture she sent me.
"Ethan?" she says to me. "Are you still there?"
With her voice coming out of the phone, which is between my legs, it's easy to imagine her there right now, ready to lick the tip of my cock. I stroke upwards, and roll my thumb around my cockhead, towards the little slit in the center. I use my thumb to spread some of my precum around. Yeah, this is for you, Princess. This is how much I want you right now.
I kind of want to keep going, but I'm talking on the phone here. This is just a bit of, uh... theatrics or whatever you want to call it? For her pleasure. I stop and save the recording, then sit up quick and send her my homemade movie.
"There," I tell her. "Enjoy, Princess. I hope you like it."
"Alright, I'm—"
Someone knocks on the door to her room, though. "Ashley, are you in there?"
"Oh shit," she says.
"Whoa, watch your language, Princess!" I say, laughing.
"Hold on, Mom!" she says. Then to me, she adds, "You sent me a movie?"
"It's short," I say. "The content is deep and penetrating, though, don't worry."
"Oh, I'm sure it is," she says.
"Are you rolling your eyes at me?" I ask her.
"You can't even see me, so how should you know?"
"I saw more than enough of you just a few seconds ago," I remind her.
"More than enough, huh?" she asks. "Then I guess I won't be sending you any more!"
"Oh, don't even play that game with me, Princess..." I growl.
"Hold on, Ethan, I'm letting my mom in."
*** Ashley
I like this teasing flirty game Ethan and I are playing. A picture for a picture? Except he cheated! I sent him a picture, and I tried to be really sexy in it, but then he went and sent me a movie? My phone is downloading it, so I can't watch it yet, but I just think that's cheating. I think I'll probably like it, but...
It's still cheating! He's going to pay for this!
How does this work with rule number nineteen, though? We're both allowed to tease each other one time before the next time is definitely the real thing. Do pictures count as teasing? I'll have to wait and see, but I definitely think Ethan's movie is going to count as teasing.
Um... I need to stop distracting myself because my mom is at the door and she keeps knocking over and over again.
Good thing I decided to hold off on taking more pictures, huh? Thankfully I'm dressed and mostly fine except I'm kind of excited to see what Ethan sent me. I can't very well look at it with my mom in the room, though. Also, what if there's sound? I didn't hear anything, but maybe Ethan put the call on mute to record? I need to stop thinking about this!
I hurry to the door and unlock it, then let my mom in.
"What did you lock the door for?" she asks me, but then she sees the phone in my hand, held up to my ear. "Oh, do you have a gentleman caller already?"
"No," I tell her. "It's just Ethan."
I try to say it with a straight face, but I can't help but laugh. My mom grins, too.
"Wow, really?" Ethan says to me through the phone. "I heard that, Princess!"
"Oh, really?" my mom says. She can hear him, I guess, or at least she heard enough. "If you're such a gentleman, Ethan, then why was my daughter's door locked while she was talking to you?"
"Hold on, Ethan," she says. "I'm going to put it on speakerphone, alright?" I click so we can all talk now. "There."
"Hi, Ethan," my mom says, smiling.
"Hey," Ethan says. "I'm pretty sure I'm still a gentleman, because I'm not the one who locked the door."
"Oh, is that your argument?" my mom asks him.
"Yeah," he says. "It's foolproof."
"I would counter that a gentleman would always lock the door so that him and his lady of choice wouldn't be interrupted during inopportune intimate moments."
"Fuck," Ethan says.
"Ethan!" I hiss. "You're talking to my mom."
"Oh, yeah, sorry for saying fuck," he says.
"It's alright," my mom says. "I'm sure you two weren't getting up to too much mischief, now were you?"
"I'm innocent," Ethan says. "Ashley's the freaky one. She started it. She's trouble, I swear. I'll punish her for you if you want."
"Ethan!" I say. I'm starting to think this speakerphone thing was a really bad idea.
"Oh, yes, I'm sure," my mom says, grinning. "Actually, when I was coming back down the hall, I saw all of these pictures hung up, so you two aren't the only troublemakers. I think there's some sorority hazing going on. Is this what you kids do nowadays? I admit we got a little rambunctious when I was in school at my sorority, but we never did anything like this. Granted, we didn't have access to much in the way of computers, either, so that might be why."
"Huh?" Ethan asks. "What's she talking about, Princess?"
"I have no idea," I say.
"Oh, right," my mom says. "I forgot you can't see us. We should do that webchatting thing you two were talking about yesterday. Can we do that with a phone?"
"Yup!" I say, excited. We totally can! Ethan and I made sure to get the right apps and everything. "Ethan, I'll call you back to do the face thing, alright?"
"The face thing," Ethan says, snickering. "Real technical, Princess."
"Shut up," I say.
Then I hang up on him! I don't really want to hang up on him, but it feels kind of exhilarating to hang up on someone, you know? To be fair, I call him right back with the face-to-face app thing, and he answers almost immediately. It's all of us now, we can see each other.
"I grabbed one of the flyers or posters or whatever you want to call it," my mom says, reaching into her purse and unfolding a regular sized piece of paper.
I point the phone towards my mom so Ethan can see, too. She has the paper folded into a really small square, so it takes awhile to unfold it entirely, but after she does, she holds it up to show us.
Um... I don't know what to say.
Seriously, I have no idea what to say. And it's not a good thing, it's...
The flyer has a picture of me on it, but you can't exactly tell at first glance. Most people couldn't tell, at least, but Ethan recognizes me immediately.
"Holy fuck, is that you, Princess?" Ethan asks, his voice echoing through the phone.
Yes. It is. It's me, but it's not a regular picture of me. It's the picture that I accidentally sent to Jake over the summer. It's the picture he tried to use to blackmail me. There's more, too. Text below the picture says something, but it's too small to read easily from here. It doesn't matter. My sexy nude selfie takes up most of the page, completely dominating the space. It's me from the shoulders down, my bare breasts, stomach, lower to my pussy, my thighs, knees, feet...
It's all of me, naked and revealed, and it's printed on a piece of paper that my mom found hanging in the halls.
"What's w
rong, honey?" my mom asks me, confused.
"How many of those were there?" I ask her.
"Oh, I don't know," she says, shrugging, trying to think. "A lot. They were taped to the walls all down the hall. I saw a boy turn down another hall when I stepped out of the elevator, and he had some of them in his hand. Maybe he was putting them up? Or taking them down. I'm honestly not sure. They weren't there when I left, though. I'm not sure if they're only on this floor or not."
I take the flyer from my mom and read what's below the picture:
You probably thought perfect grades Ashley Banks was a good girl, but you obviously haven't seen her wild side. Not only that, she's into things you have to see to believe. Want to find out the rest of the story?
There's a website link beneath that, showing people exactly where to go to find out more. More of what? What is this?
I know what it is. I know exactly who did it, too. The only person who has this picture is Jake. I deleted it off my phone after the whole blackmail debacle. I wanted to forget. I thought this was over. He stopped calling over the summer, and I remember Ethan's dad saying that he'd probably just forget the entire thing.
Oh, no, Jake didn't forget. He definitely didn't forget. I can't believe this is happening...
"I..." I don't know what I need. I need to say something, but I'm not sure what to say. What am I supposed to tell my mom?
"Ashley, hun, you look a little pale," my mom says. "Do you need to sit down?"
"Yes," I say. "Um... I think that's..."
I think that's a good idea. I can't seem to say the words out loud right now. I don't know how to say anything.
"I'm going to fucking kill him," Ethan says, growling through my phone.
"Ethan!" I gasp, almost forgetting.
I had the phone pointed forward the whole time, and he must have been able to see the picture better and read it along with me. I pull it back. I bring it to my ear at first, but then I remember we're talking with the face-to-face app.
I crash. I stumble to my bed, letting the flyer fall to the floor. I lay down, and hold the phone up. I just want to hold Ethan, but I can't. He's so far away, even if he's right here, too. I look at him, practically pleading with him, but there's nothing I can do.
There's nothing he can do, either.
I can't cuddle with him. I can't kiss him. Oh, I want to kiss him. I try not to cry, but I feel a tear run down my cheek. I stare at Ethan, my face scrunched up, sad, my thoughts disjointed and confused.
"It's alright, Princess," Ethan says. "Don't cry, babygirl. I love you."
"I love you, too," I say, but the words seem to break the barrier holding back my tears. "Are you... Ethan... are you sure you still love me? I didn't mean to do this. I didn't know this would happen."
"Listen!" he says. It's loud, and I shrink back. He's not yelling at me, but... he's kind of yelling. "It's not your fault, alright? It's his. And he's going to fucking pay for this. I thought that little douche-weasel would have learned his lesson after I shut him down the last time, but I guess he thinks he can be a tough guy when I'm not around. Yeah... he's going to learn the hard way that he shouldn't ever fuck with my girl."
I'm still upset. I'm crying. It's just...
"Douche-weasel?" I ask, laughing a little, tears running down my cheeks. "Really, Ethan?"
"You like that, huh?" he asks, smiling.
"It's funny."
"Give me a kiss, Princess," Ethan says. "I still love you, alright? I'll always love you. Don't you ever forget that."
"Ethan, I can't!" I say, whining. I don't mean to, it just kind of comes out that way. "We're just on the phone."
"Look, Princess, don't make me look like a fucking idiot kissing this phone by myself," he says.
"What, you're going to kiss the phone?"
"Yeah," he says. "Damn fucking straight I am. I'll kiss you goodbye, alright? You do it, too. Kiss the button to end the call, and we'll say goodbye that way. I'll call you soon. My dad's back, and your mom is still there. I'm going to see if I can figure this out and do something about it from here, but if not... well... the weekend is soon. I'll take care of it."
"Promise?" I ask him.
"I'd never lie to you, Princess," he says. "Promise."
"Rule number seven," I say.
"Yeah," he says, smiling. "Rule number seven."
"I love you, Ethan," I say.
"I love you, too, Princess," he says.
We kiss each other goodbye. I watch him kiss his phone and I try to kiss at the same time. It's not the same as kissing his lips, but I like it. It's sweet and cute, and it's something Ethan thought up.
He's kind of a bad boy, but he's my bad boy. He makes me feel so beautiful and special, even when I'm sad and upset.
The phone hangs up, and then it's just my background screen. I press the button on the side to turn it off, then shift to the side to look at my mom. She's kneeling on the floor next to me, smiling softly at me.
"Do you want to talk about it, hun?" my mom asks. "I'm not really sure what's going on yet, but... this is you in the picture?"
I nod. "Yeah..."
I explain it to her. Most of it she already knows, but I tell her again. The picture I took, mistakenly sending it to my ex-boyfriend, Jake, instead of Ethan, and then Jake blackmailing me. I tell her about the plane trip again, which she remembers. Ethan flew after me, and caught up to me in the airport before I left with Jake. Jake basically wanted me to be his sex slave for the weekend in exchange for not telling anyone about the picture or the texts.
Ethan stopped it. He brought me home. Jake kept trying to blackmail us to get money from Ethan's dad. That went on and on until the final voicemail message that we heard during our family camping trip. That was the last I heard from Jake.
It might not have been, though...
"I think he called me last night, too," I tell my mom. "I don't know for sure, though. I was sleeping, but I heard my phone ring, and then I answered it. It was quiet, until I heard someone sort of laughing? Just a mean sounding 'heh' and then he hung up. And now..."
"What a douche-weasel!" my mom says.
"Mom," I say. "Did you seriously just say that?"
"What? I heard Ethan say it and I thought it sounded good."
"I guess," I say, laughing. "Jake really is a douche-weasel, huh?"
"Yes he is!" my mom says, determined.
"I just... everyone's going to see this," I say. "And... there's a website? I don't even know what's going on."
"Is this the only picture?" my mom asks.
"The only one I sent him, yup," I say.
Because, um... I have more... I mean, I just sent one to Ethan, so...
My mom gives me a curious look, one eyebrow raised.
"I double check whenever I send Ethan any text messages now!" I say. "I'm careful."
"Who knew that cellphones could be used to send naked pictures of yourself?" my mom says, sighing. "How strange."
"Mom, everyone knew that."
"Really?"
"Pretty sure, yup."
"Huh."
"Well, they should be private," my mom says. "Do you want me to go talk to someone? The dean, maybe? Or, wait, where is Jake? Do you know? I'll go... I'll kick his butt!"
"Mom, you can't kick a college student's butt. I think you'd go to jail."
"I'll do it, Ashley! I'll do it for you."
My mom is weird. She makes me laugh.
"Thank you, but... it's just a body picture, right? You can't even really tell it's me, so... maybe we can just forget about it? Maybe everyone will forget about it."
"It's up to you, honey," my mom says. "I'll support you either way. I don't think you have anything to be ashamed about. It's a pretty sexy picture, actually. Did you take it yourself?"
"Who else would take it for me?" I ask her, giving her a funny look. "Ethan was in the shower! It was a surprise for him."
My mom shrugs. "I don't know. What do girls do nowadays? It never re
ally came up, but if I ever needed a nude picture taken, I'm sure one of my girl friends back in college would have helped me out. What are friends for, right?"
"Mom," I say, giving her a blank look.
"What?" she asks, oblivious. "The point remains! You have a nice body, dear, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe you should offer to pose for the art students? Is that still a thing in college? Nude paintings?"
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" I ask.
"Yes?" my mom says, but she doesn't sound convinced.
"Um, it doesn't."
"Alright," she says. "Sorry..." After a second's pause, she asks. "I don't mean to pry, but... can I ask you something?"
"No," I say.
"Ashley, don't be that way."
"Nope!"
"It's nothing bad," she says.
"When someone says that, it usually means it's pretty bad," I counter.
"It's not!" she protests. "It's... I was just wondering how you managed to shave so well? Your pubic area, I mean. Or did you get it waxed? Oh, I've done waxing before down there, but... ouch! I've heard they have ways of making it less painful now, though."
"Mom, I'm not talking to you about this!"
"Well, fine!" my mom says, turning away and crossing her arms over her chest.
I don't know what she's being pouty about. I don't like it. If anyone has a reason to be pouty, it's me, but now I feel bad for making my mom feel pouty. Ugh. Really, Mom?
"Ethan helped me," I mutter.
"Oooh... is that the secret?" my mom asks. "I'll keep that in mind. Maybe I'll ask your stepfather if—"
"Can we stop talking about this?" I ask her.
"Sure, honey. I'm sorry. I was just trying to cheer you up."
"You're weird," I tell her.
"I know, but you love me still, right?"
"I guess..." I say, being stubborn.
"Oh, don't be such a brat."
"I think I can be a brat. There's naked pictures of me all over the school. They're hanging on the walls!"
"Well, yes, but look on the bright side."
"Um... which is?" I ask.
"Your phone says it just finished downloading something called Stroking-my-cock-for-Ashley.mp4, so that's exciting, right?," she says. "What's that, a movie file or a picture?"