Dripping Heat

Oh, to be young, alive and tight as fuck!

My best friend, Angela and I had spent the entire afternoon taking shots after shots of ourselves.

Clothed, nude, faking a kiss or a half-moan here and there, letting our mouths drop halfway open. Letting our eyes close midway, sultry and sexy as could be.

"For fucks sake, Amara. Damn! You’re hot as fuck,” my best friend, Angela, said. She was sitting on my bed, next to me, staring wide-eyed at my phone.

“Look at your boobs, bitch. Damn. You should totally send Kelvin this pic of you.” She touched the screen, and a selfie of me lying topless in my bed popped up.

I giggled playfully. “No! Girl, you just love me, you can't tell when I'm butt ugly" I say, still laughing.

"That one doesn’t flatter me. How about this one?” I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart.

I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear.

“Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.”

" You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

I gazed at the pictures. She did have a point. Hell, I was getting turned on, just staring at them. I could only imagine what he’d say.

I took the phone from her hands and scrolled to Kelvin’s name in my phone and texted him the two pictures with the caption: Wish you were here with me.

 When I put my phone down, Angela smiled widely. “When are you gonna see him next? Maybe you two can finally, finally get it on!”

I rolled onto my stomach and kicked my feet into the air like a stupid school girl. The thoughts of Kelvin always did that to me. Maybe it's a disease. I must be coming down with something.

“He and his dad are supposed to come over to have dinner tomorrow night.”

Kelvin’s dad, Mr. Williams, and my dad worked at the same engineering company, a company they had started together fifteen years ago. Since then, our families had weekly dinners together, went on vacations together, even spent holidays together.

“Kelvin has been such a tease lately,” I said, thinking back to all of the dirty texts he’d sent me. I squeezed my knees together.

Throughout high school, Kelvin and I had flirted on and off with each other. But nothing ever truly happened. He was a bad boy, a player, every girl’s fu*cking wet dream.

We just never had the chance, which was partly my fault. Whenever he came on to me, I pushed him away, loving the thought of teasing him. Those simple interactions alone could last me days of wet dreams.

Dammit, I got wet just thinking about him being out on dates with all these sexy women and opening one of my dirty texts or pictures.

Him placing his phone down on the table, his hand pressing against his hard-on, trying to calm himself down. Ending up excusing himself to jerk off in the bathroom.

Damn, I had touched myself to those fantasies one too many times. I was tempted to just let him have me already.

      Before Angela left for the day, she made me promise to text her the tea as soon as Kelvin replied. But whenever I checked my phone, there were no messages from him.

At four p.m., my knees were bouncing up and down, my lip was drawn between my teeth, my heart was racing. This was strange. It was so unlike him. He had always replied within minutes.

      Maybe he didn’t want to play this game anymore. Maybe sending two pictures was too many. I had always sent just one. Maybe I shouldn't have listened to Angela. Fuck...

I didn’t know, but I wanted to find out. What if something was wrong? What if he didn't like the photos? That would be fucking embracing.

 My phone buzzed, and I immediately jumped up and opened up the message.

 Kelvin Williams: Mila, I don’t think this is appropriate.

My heart sank in my chest. What the fu*ck? What was he implying? How could he not think it was appropriate? We had been texting back and forth like this for almost two months, even longer if we counted high school, and all of a sudden, he didn’t think it was okay. Where was that snarky remark of his?

 Me: What do you mean? You didn’t like the pictures?

He replied within seconds.

Kelvin Williams: Oh no, I love them. I’m hard, just looking at them. If I could, I’d take you to bed.

Me: Then, what’s the problem, Kelvin? Come over. My dad’s at work.

Kelvin Williams: Amara, you might need to check and confirm who you’re texting.

I gazed up at the contact, eyes widening. "Shit. How could I be so stupid?” My cheeks flamed with red hot embarrassment. I reread the name over and over. Still not believing that I just sent my dirty, naked pictures to Kelvin’s dad.