by Young, M. L.
Blake had been sending me sweet text messages as the days wore on and he became a little more comfortable with me. It was nice to get a random “can’t wait to see you” text, even if I knew that his meaning partially, or mostly, was because of the sex I was going to give him. I always found it nice, no matter the relationship or situation, to get these kinds of things from somebody else. It can be lonely when you’re totally alone, without so much as a person to talk to, and with Blake, even though we were nothing more than some arrangement, I at least had the intimacy I wouldn’t get anywhere else.
I wore one of the new outfits I had gotten with Katie out to dinner. It was nothing special—dark-wash jeans, a white button up blouse tucked in, and a pair of Nicolette’s shoes that she demanded I wear because they apparently matched better than anything I had. I only took my phone, some cash, my ID, and my keys, as I figured that carrying around my old purse wasn’t going to look so great with this new outfit and everything. I might bring attention to myself that I wasn’t looking for.
The sushi place was equal parts bar and restaurant. They were all melded together and there was live music, though softer, in the corner playing every night. There was a small line, but Nicolette had called ahead and made a reservation at a small table just barely big enough for two. We sat down before a busboy brought us two iced waters and menus.
They had sheets of paper with a pencil for marking down everything you wanted, from appetizers to sushi, even drinks. You then stuck it in this metal rod and people came out and grabbed all of the sheets before taking them in the back to start on. It was a cool concept, and it almost eliminated the need for a dedicated waiter.
We made our order and stuck it in before a busboy grabbed it only ten seconds later as he made his rounds. Nicolette set down the pencil and looked at me with her hand underneath her chin like she was in love with me.
“What?” I asked.
“I just can’t believe what you’ve become,” she said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked defensively.
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way! I just mean that weeks ago you were this shy, soft-spoken, frumpy young girl. Now you’ve blossomed into this young woman who’s more assertive, dresses great, and has a sexy killer haircut that does wonders,” she said.
“Yeah, well, it’s all because of him. I don’t think I ever would’ve found all this stuff without him,” I said.
“What’s he like?” she asked.
“You work with him. You should know,” I said.
“Yeah, but I’ve never spoken with him. Hell, I don’t think I’ve been within ten feet of him before. He’s a mystery to everyone there,” she said.
“He’s…himself. He’s not like any man you’ve ever met. He can be reserved when he wants to and then outspoken the next. He likes to be in control, but he’s never been controlling or anything like that,” I said.
“What do you guys do together? I mean, I’ve know you’ve, you know, had sex, but what else?” she asked.
I felt a couple butterflies before I took a sip of my iced water to try to draw out the time before my response. Our entire arrangement was practically built upon the mutual idea of sex. Sure, we did other things together, and I would do the events with him, but there wasn’t much else to it.
“Well, he has a nice media room. We’ve watched a movie before, gone out to dinner, and then this event is coming up that I’m accompanying him to,” I said.
“I heard about that around the office. It’s going to be major,” she said, before the busboy brought us small salads with a thick ginger dressing.
“What do you mean?” I asked, as I grabbed a pair of chopsticks.
“It’s going to be the party of the year. Anyone who’s anyone will be there, from politicians, to actors, to businessmen and women. It’s black tie all the way,” she said.
“Great,” I mumbled.
“Aren’t you excited?” she asked.
“Well, it’ll be nice to go with him, and it’s not like anybody will really talk to me or whatever, but you never know what can happen at those types of things. I’m not high-class. I’m not used to being around those types,” I said.
“Oh, relax. They’re people too, you know. They wipe their ass after they shit just like you,” she said, smiling.
“Nice visual you gave me there, Nic. That’s what I really needed right now,” I said.
“All I’m saying is that you should be excited and you never know what will come out of the night,” she said.
“Excuse me,” I heard, before I received a tap on my shoulder.
I turned to see a man standing there and looking down at me. He wasn’t wearing the uniform of a worker, so I knew he wasn’t an employee.
“Yes?” I asked.
“I was just sitting over there with my friends and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are. I know this is so random and out of the blue, but would it be okay if I gave you my number or something? Maybe I could take you out sometime if you’re interested?” he asked.
I could feel myself blush a little as my cheeks warmed up while he looked at me. It was nice being asked out by somebody attractive, especially when it was random like this. It wasn’t a frequent occurrence in my life.
“She’s got somebody,” Nicolette said.
“Oh?” the man asked.
“I’m sorry, I’m seeing somebody right now. Thank you, though. Those were some nice words,” I said.
“Oh, okay. I’m sorry for wasting your time. Have a good meal,” he said, looking a little defeated and walking back over to his group.
“Why did you do that?” I asked.
“What? You are taken,” Nicolette said.
“So? You should at least be nice and let me take the reins when somebody is talking to me. I would’ve let him down easy,” I said.
“Oh, so what, Penny. You’re dating a billionaire who buys you shit and is great to you. Who cares about some random guy in a sushi shop?”
I didn’t argue with her anymore, instead eating the rest of my salad and trying to keep this night and dinner pleasant and fun. There was no use in us fighting about some random guy who asked me out—especially when I had to go home with her and listen to it there. I should just be able to hold my head up and be happy that somebody even bothered to come up to me and at least try. It was nice.
Our sushi came out about twenty minutes later on a wooden boat-shaped plate that we shared. I gently dipped my sushi into the pool of soy sauce and wasabi before tasting the creamy complexion that only a California roll could bring. This was the life.
Nicolette wanted to go home earlier than usual that night because she said seeing all these people out with their boyfriends and girlfriends made her nauseous. She never had problems getting a date before, especially using RandomMeetX, but she always seemed to have a problem keeping a man. In fact, I wasn’t sure if I ever really remembered her having a boyfriend for more than a couple weeks.
I was incredibly happy to take off the heels she’d lent me when we got back to the apartment. I could almost feel my feet bleeding as we walked up the stairs, tapping against each wooden step.
“I’m going to take a bath,” Nicolette said, before slinging herself into the bathroom.
I went into my bedroom, took off my jacket, and tossed my phone onto my bed to change when it buzzed. I picked it up, seeing Blake had texted me, before quickly unlocking it to see what he had sent me.
“I’m horny,” he said.
“I’m sorry but I can’t exactly help you,” I replied.
“Yes, you can,” he replied.
“??” I replied.
“Send me a picture,” he said.
I had never sent nudes to anybody before, and quite honestly I never saw the appeal—especially when you’ve fucked the person a few times. He’d seen me naked in person, so why would he want a photo of it? It wasn’t like we’d never met and seeing these things would massively turn him on.
“I’ve never done that before…” I said.
“Then start now,” he replied.
“What would you even want to see?” I asked.
“Those beautiful, perfect perky tits of yours,” he replied.
I had to admit that seeing him say that kind of turned me on. I knew our arrangement included sex whenever he wanted it, but was this included in the umbrella of needs? I thought it was, especially considering he was so far away and I couldn’t help him out right now.
I walked over and closed my door as I heard Nicolette turn off the water for her bath. I knew she would be in there for a while, but was cautious even though my door was closed and she rarely ever just barged in. I took off my top, tossing it aside, before unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor.
With my phone firmly in my right hand, I opened the camera app and clicked for the front-facing camera. I had never seen any part of my body in a picture like this before, and as I looked at my tits staring back at me on the screen, I started to get a bit turned on. I held the camera out as far as possible so I could get them fully in the shot. I clicked the button and the picture was taken, and I saw it being sent to my photos app. I opened that, seeing it there, my first nude photo.
I opened the messages app and attached the picture to the text before sending it to him without anything else. After I clicked send I changed into an old T-shirt, just like I had planned to before I’d gotten the request from Blake.
Within a minute my phone buzzed again and I opened it up hesitantly, as I didn’t know how he was going to like it.
There was a picture attached to the message, and as I opened it, I saw him in the hotel bathroom, marble all around, standing there shirtless and flexing, although his face was cut off from view—just like my picture.
I bit my lower lip as I zoomed in on his abs and saw each and every distinct one looking back at me. God, was he something else. He knew how to push my buttons and turn me on from anywhere in the world.
“I like what I see,” I sent.
“I want to see more,” he said.
“Like?” I asked.
“Don’t play dumb, Penelope. You know what I want to see,” he said.
I knew there was no reason to go back and forth with him and play dumb. We both knew what he wanted to see, and it was something I’d shown him plenty of times before. I took off my pants, slid down my panties, and tossed them onto the floor before climbing into bed and propping myself up a little with my pillows. I put my feet flush on the bed and spread my legs before opening the front-facing camera and putting it down there. I snapped a picture and deleted it before going back again and taking another picture, a more flattering one, from a different angle.
It looked acceptable, so I attached it and hit send before getting under the covers, as I was still naked. My phone buzzed and I immediately opened the text to see a picture of his cock.
He had grabbed it with his left hand at the shaft. His monster of a dick looked as though it could puncture a hole in a light aircraft. I almost salivated as I thought of how he used it on me and the things that came when he was hard and ready. I only wished that I could be there to grab onto it myself before sucking him off.
“You’re so big,” I said.
“I’m getting off right now to your pictures. I want more—a video, of you getting off to me,” he said.
I could feel myself blushing even though nobody was around as I lay naked underneath the covers. This was definitely nothing I had ever done before, but it did sound a little risqué and sexy. It would definitely be something new.
I turned my camera to the video mode and saw the little timer on the bottom sit at zero. I pushed the covers off, allowing for a full view, before using a small box I had on my nightstand to prop up my phone, which was further down the bed. I kept my face out of frame and hit record. The button turned a darker shade of red and the timer started. I felt a little nervous at first, but started doing what I normally did once or twice a week—masturbate.
The video obviously wasn’t live or anything, but I couldn’t help but think he was sitting there watching me right now. I didn’t think about the pictures he’d sent me, but rather our times together and how incredibly satisfying they were. I imagined him spanking me and leaving red handprints before his thick, long, hard dick pushed into me slowly, picking up speed once I had accommodated him.
My fingers, now completely wet, started to get sore, as the more I thought about him the more I began to salivate with lust and desire. Why did he have to be in Seattle right now? Why couldn’t be here, with me?
I opened my eyes and looked down at the timer to see that over three minutes had already passed. I took my fingers out, opting to rub myself a little, before I leaned forward and turned the camera off. I had no idea how long of a video he wanted, but I sent it to him anyway in hopes that he actually liked it. It was a little embarrassing, but I think most things are the first time you do them. I knew he’d like it.
I didn’t hear from him for almost ten minutes, when I got a picture message in response. I opened it, still naked under my covers, and saw a picture of his cock with cum dripping down the head. I bit my lower lip as I imagined when he gave me a facial before he sent another text, though this time it was an actual text and not a picture.
“All this from you,” he said.
“Me? My video did that to you?” I asked.
“You turn me on beyond belief. I can’t wait to be inside you again, Penelope,” he said.
I smiled before hearing Nicolette get out of the bath and go into her room. I got up, put on my panties and sweats, then put on a sports bra and an old shirt I had gotten earlier.
“I hope it’s soon,” I replied.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Penelope
Blake had to stay in Seattle for a few days after our little sexting session the other night. He wanted to see me right away the night he came back, for obvious reasons, but I was afraid it wasn’t going to be that simple. I had just gotten my period that morning, and sex was completely off the table. I knew some people still swam in red waters, especially if the urge was strong, but there was a mystique I was trying to uphold with him here. I didn’t think we were far enough along to do that, even if he was into some kind of weird stuff.
I wasn’t planning on telling him until I was with him. I knew it sounded selfish, but I kind of just wanted to see him. I wanted to see his smile, his face, and feel his touch. I knew our arrangement was just physical, aside from the companionship and me accompanying him to his social events, but I still wanted those times of just hanging around one another, even if it was for a short period of time.
He had invited me to dinner tonight, which I was happy to do any night of the week. School was starting soon, and I knew that our time together would decrease a little bit, which was something I told him last night and he was fine with. He said my education was important, and besides, this was my last semester and it would fly by. I thought he was just ultimately happy with regular sex, even if it wasn’t at the drop of a hat any night or time during the week.
He said he’d have a chef come by to cook us dinner at his place so we could avoid the hustle of the crowds, which was funny because he usually just bought out the entire place for the night. Hell, he could afford to buy the place outright and let us have dinner in peace every single night of the week.
As the night grew on and it got closer to eight, when Gustav was going to pick me up, I packed a small bag of essentials in my purse and slung it over my shoulder. I wore a dress from my shopping trip, though it wasn’t the skin-tight one that Nicolette would like me to wear. It was black, fitted at the top, and flowed a little more at the bottom. I matched it with black tights and flats that were a little worn, though it wasn’t noticeable from afar. I thought I looked cute.
Nicolette was out on a date, well, a pseudo-date with a guy she met on RandomMeetX two days ago. It was nice not to have someone there to criticize my outfit, even if she
did it out of love for me and wanted me to look my best. I locked the apartment, went outside, and saw Gustav standing there before he opened up the rear passenger door for me and I got inside. I felt so suave and important driving around with Gustav, especially with me in the backseat. I didn’t treat him like any old driver, though. I made sure to talk about him, his family, and what he actually did outside of driving Blake around. Turned out he was quite the family man; he was restoring an old Camaro with his father, and he played flag football on a team. You can learn a lot about people just by being their friend.
I checked my phone periodically during the drive to see if Blake texted me, which he didn’t. The drive back and forth wasn’t remarkably long, though the congestion of the city always made it at least twice as long as it should have been. I did get to be driven there, though, so I guessed I couldn’t complain too much. At least I wasn’t on the bus.
We arrived at Blake’s building and Gustav opened the garage door before dropping me off at the same location as the last time. He got out and opened my door, wishing me a good night, and drove off for a date with his wife. I opened the elevator door, got in, and buzzed Blake’s floor, which he graciously gave me access to.
“Look who it is,” he said, as the elevator doors opened.
I walked up and hugged him tightly before giving him a sweet little kiss and smelling his woodsy body wash. He was in a white dress shirt and gray slacks, and the more I saw him the more I realized I hadn’t really seen him in anything else besides this stuff, other than when we went to sleep. Did he even own regular clothes?