Chapter 7
7
Willow
A notification pops up on my screen. Brennon’s left me another message in the game. As much as I wanted to log on and play with him this evening, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I hate the nervous feeling twisting in my gut, and the way I second-guess every little thing I say. It was so much easier when I thought he was a girl. I wouldn’t think twice. I’d type whatever I wanted, not caring what she thought. But now… I definitely care what he thinks of me.
Bren2025RB: Missed you today, my little tyrant. BTW, Rogers got injured so I had to pull him from my roster. Any recs on who to put in as a QB for this weekend? I’ve got a Benjamin riding on the game.
That’s easy. There’s only one quarterback on his fantasy team that’s marginally decent. Bren said he was rooting for the underdogs when he drafted his team, but he overestimated their abilities by a long shot.
Me: I’d put in Gafton. He’s the only one who stands a chance.
Not five seconds later, another notification is chiming in. I didn’t think he’d be on this late. I was kind of hoping I’d get to play for an hour to unwind my mind before I go to bed.
Bren2025RB: I was thinking the same thing on Gafton. Where have you been all night? I was hoping we could hang out.
Me: Told you I was staying late to help the librarian. And then I had to finish up my project for world history. Now, I’m studying for an exam.
It’s not a lie this time. I am studying…for a test that isn’t until next week. But what else am I going to do with all this free time now? And watching his old football videos is only making me more nervous. He’s so talented on the field. And when he talks to the cameras, his smile lights up the entire screen. He’s so well spoken and charismatic. Just seeing him in the recordings gives me butterflies. That deep voice pricks my arms with goose bumps every time I hear it. It sends little tingles all over my body.
Bren2025RB: Curious if you have plans Saturday night? Was thinking I could pick you up and take you to dinner. We could spend the night talking football or plan our next Kanturian battle. What do you say?
I say that as amazing as that sounds, it’s never going to happen. I will never be able to talk football with him face-to-face. Or talk to him about anything. I don’t even think I could form a thought while having to look into his gorgeous eyes.
Me: Thank you for asking, but I already have plans with my parents that night. We’re going downtown and seeing a Broadway show.
It’s not exactly a lie. I will be seeing a show, but it’s the matinee showing, which means we’ll be home by seven.
Bren2025RB: Okay, so what about Sunday? We can go to your favorite pizza shop or see the new Gremlins movie. Whatever you’re up for. I really just want to be able to talk to you in person instead of over this screen. Heck, I’d come by right now if you’d let me.
Come here? Now? No! That’s a terrifying idea. Just the thought has my throat constricting.
I don’t understand why he’s being so persistent. Hasn’t he taken the hint yet? I’ve already turned him down twice. That’s why I’ve been barely logging on to play anymore, because I know he’s going to inevitably ask if we can meet up. And I feel like I’m running out of excuses. I’m trying to keep him as a friend, but I don’t know if that’s going to be possible anymore. Not unless I draw the line in the sand once and for all.
Me: I really don’t think it’s a good idea. For all I know you could be an old man acting like a teenager, just trying to lure in young girls. That picture you sent me could be something you got off the internet.
Although, I know that’s not the case because there are enough videos out there to prove that he is very real. And very gorgeous. And I was able to confirm that he will definitely be playing for Arizona next year.
Bren2025RB: Hold on one sec.
The seconds tick by and my nerves hold on to every single one of them for dear life. My computer finally dings in with a message and there he is. His smiling face, and in his hand is a piece of notebook paper that says, “Please go out with me, Willow. I promise I’m not an old creeper.”
His note has me smiling until I remember exactly why I can’t go out with him. I’m defective.
Me: I don’t think it’s a good idea, Bren. I don’t want things to change between us.
Bren2025RB: Can you stop making excuses and tell me why you don’t want to meet me? If I’m not your type, fine. Just be honest about it. I can handle the truth.
Not my type? How could he not be my type? He’s gorgeous and fun. And has the dreamiest eyes and smile. And a voice that sounds like smooth butter churned in the deep South. There isn’t a single thing wrong with him. It’s me. I’m the problem. I’m not his type.
Me: It’s not that you’re not my type. You have to know you’re really good looking. I just think we’re better off as friends. I like the way things are between us, and I don’t want something to go wrong and for us to lose what we have. Besides, I might not be your type. You’ve never seen me. I could be hideous for all you know. As ugly as an ogre and covered in warts.
Though, it’s not my face that’s hideous. It’s my voice. And when I speak, I do sound like an ogre. We don’t need to meet in person for me to know how this will end.
Bren2025RB: I bet you’re gorgeous, babe. But even if you looked like the Glockin Ogre from Kanturia, it wouldn’t matter to me. I’ve never met a girl like you. You’re like every guys’ dream. A smack-talkin’ little tyrant who can slay me with those gaming skills of yours. Both literally and figuratively.
I’m so thankful he can’t see my face right now because I’m positive my cheeks are crimson. It doesn’t even seem real that someone like him could be interested in me. And sight unseen. Most guys like me for my looks, but as soon as I open my mouth, they turn right back around and walk away, never even wanting to get to know my personality. Though, there have been a few occasions where I’ve been offered a “pity fuck.” A couple of guys said they felt sorry that I was going to die a virgin and were willing to have mercy on me. They’re the biggest assholes at my school.
Bren2025RB: I think you should give me a chance, babe. I just have this feeling about us.
He’s not the only one. Ever since the first day we met online, it felt like we were destined to be friends. Everything was so easy and fun between us. If I was a normal girl, I’d be saying yes in a heartbeat. It’d be amazing to spend time with him in person. Play video games, laugh, watch a movie together on my bed. But I’m so afraid he’s going to ghost me the second we meet. And then I’ll be losing the only person I’ve ever connected with, and that’s not something I can face.
Me: I think we were meant to be online friends.
Another long stretch of time passes, and I watch his icon in the corner of my screen, wondering whether he’s going to log off now that I’ve shot him down. But it’s still green. And it stays green as another minute passes without any response. But then…another picture loads, and this time he’s holding up a different sign.
But I want to kiss you .
It feels like I’m about to stroke out in front of a fireplace. My entire body is overheating.
Bren2025RB: Would you let me, Willow?
Oh God. Would I let him kiss me? Yes. I think I’d let him do anything. But if he saw the way my mouth moved when I tried to speak, he wouldn’t want to kiss me.
Me: You can kiss me in the game.
I can’t even believe I just typed that response.
Bren2025RB: Would you let me do anything else with you in the game?
That crimson heat is now flickering lower, landing between my legs. My nervous fingers are stuttering over the keys, wavering on whether I should answer. Somehow, the letters type out smooth. And before I have a chance to change my mind, my finger has already pressed send.
Me: Maybe.
Bren2025RB: I like that word, baby.
And I really like it when he calls me that.
Bren2025RB: If we were in the game, I’d be kissing you right now. Taking my time. Nice and slow. Savoring every moment. Learning the feel of your tongue as I tie it up with mine.
I hope he doesn’t expect me to respond, because I’m tongue-tied right now. All of my thoughts are melting into a puddle between my legs.
Bren2025RB: Would you let me take things further, babe?
Oh God, he wants me to respond again. I lift my clammy fingers to the keys, struggling to type the only response that I can muster.
Me: Maybe.
Bren2025RB: That word is definitely becoming my new favorite. I think if I nibbled my way up your neck, kissing along your ear, sucking my way into your favor, I could convince you to say yes.
I shudder in my chair. Squeezing my thighs together to settle the ache that’s forming between my legs, but when his next message comes in, it only grows heavier.
Bren2025RB: I’d go slow, Willow. Savor every inch. Kiss my way down to your cleavage, teasing my lips lower and lower, gauging your eyes. Your little whimpers. The color of your cheeks. Making sure you liked everything I was doing.
I think I’d love everything. My body is tingling all over just from his words.
Bren2025RB: Then if you’d let me, which I’m hoping you would, I’d slip my tongue right into your bra and run along your nipple. Feeling it tight and puckered. Feeling your hands grip in my hair, showing me you want more. That you don’t want me to stop.
I don’t want him to stop. My nipples have now grown taut under my shirt, poking through the material. Puckered just like he described. I want to hold his hands to the keyboard, make him give me more. His words are making my pulse race. Every inch of my pale skin is flushed red.
Bren2025RB: If we were in the game right now, I’d take my dagger and slice my blade right down your bodice, tearing the material away from your skin so I could stand back and feast away on your beauty. Admire the way your silky red locks cascade over your breasts. Memorize the color of your nipples against your fair skin.
How does he know I have red hair? Duh, my avatar in my game has red hair. I mirrored her as closely as I could to myself.
Bren2025RB: I’d fall to my knees in awe of my Kanturian princess and beg to be your servant. Would you give me the honor, Willow? Would you allow me to serve you fully?
My hand slides between my legs and I rub over myself, needing something to relieve the ache, whimpering as the rush of sensations rolls over me. I’ve never made out with a boy before. I’ve never felt desired in my life. I know this is happening behind a screen, but it feels so real. His words are gliding over every part, lighting me with tingles.
He’s waiting on an answer, but this time it’s not a maybe. Every part of me wants him.
Me: Yes.
Bren2025RB: I’d be the most dutiful servant, my princess. I’d kiss every inch. Starting at the tops of your feet. Sweeping my way around to your ankle. Running my lips up your leg. Trailing up your calf. Your inner thigh. Slowly gliding over your silky skin. Stopping right at the special spot hidden between your legs. I’d look up for your permission. Waiting for you to tell me I can kiss you there. Would you let me, Willow? Will you let me have a taste?
Again, my fingers smoothly type over the keys, my body begging for more.
Me: Yes.
Bren2025RB: God, you have no idea how badly I want you. I want to tear your little panties off and lick every inch.
I run my fingers down the waistband of my flannel pants, needing the contact. I’m already so slick. Slick and swollen. And so sensitive. My head falls back against my chair as the flutters cascade over me. I begin the slow, steady massage. Rubbing over my clit. Kneading it with my fingertips as I imagine his lips on me. It’s like a bundle of a million tiny nerves, setting off little electrical shocks all throughout my body. My computer dings again and I pry my eyes back open to read his message.
Bren2025RB: I bet you taste like candy. I’m starved for you, babe. I need to know how wet you are. Can you tell me if your panties are soaked? I’m imagining your fingers tucked inside them now, rubbing over your clit, working yourself over.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so soaked in my life. My body is on fire. My fingers working faster.
Bren2025RB: I hope your silence isn’t because I’ve scared you off.
I’m not scared. I just can’t think past the heat melting every single thought. The feelings are tightening between my legs. His hot words are shocking my entire system with an almost unbearable need.
I send him the message, typing one handed. Rubbing faster with the other.
Me: I’m still here. Just “distracted” by your words
Bren2025RB: God, I’d give anything to see you right now. To watch you get yourself off. I’d be rubbing my cock off to the show. I’m so hard right now, babe. I don’t think my dick has ever been this desperate before.
Oh God. I rub myself faster to the vision, wishing I could watch him stroke himself off. See the heaviness of his need working through him as his hand pumps his shaft.
Bren2025RB: Would you turn your camera on and let me watch?
Fear washes over me and the pleasure stutters, coming to a halt. I can’t turn my camera on, because then he’ll expect me to talk and will learn the truth about me. And then this will be over. I sit frozen. Not knowing what to say or what to do. How do I explain myself without sounding like a loser?
Bren2025RB: I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. We haven’t even met in person and I’m already trying to get to third base. (Feeling like an idiot right now.) Any chance you can delete my last message and pretend like I never sent it? LOL.
It’s not his fault. He’s a normal guy getting excited, wanting to take things further. I’m the one who’s messed up. I’m the one who isn’t normal.
I sit forward, watching every key as I type my message out, feeling that old familiar constriction in my nerves. If I needed to speak right now, no coherent words would leave my lips.
Me: I’m sorry, Brennon. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m really shy. I’ve never done anything like this before, so I’d rather keep things in the chat. Is that okay?
Bren2025RB: That’s more than okay, baby. I was worried you were going to run from me.
I thought about it. My finger was hovering over the button to log off, but I don’t want this to end. It’s the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m making out with a boy for the first time. Well, sexting with one. That is what we’re doing, right? Having sex with our words. That’s what it feels like.
Me: I’m not running.
Bren2025RB: That makes me really happy to hear. Just hope I didn’t kill the mood. I’m still rock hard for you, babe, and desperate to get you off, but I don’t want to push you into doing something you’re not comfortable with.
The only thing that’s uncomfortable is the ache between my legs. I lean forward, typing the first thing that comes to mind. No filter. No insecurity. Just letting the thoughts come out.
Me: I’m still imagining your head between my legs, wondering what it would feel like to have you kissing me there. I’m still touching myself to the thought of your hand gripped around your dick, stroking yourself off.
Bren2025RB: I’m stroking faster now. The cum is already beading up at the end, dribbling from the slit. Tell me how you like to play with yourself. Do you like to click your button fast? Or do you like it slow? Do you stay on the top, focusing all your attention on your swollen clit, or do you pump your fingers inside and fuck yourself with them?
I push my fingers inside my heat, fucking myself right now, imagining it’s him. Pumping them faster as I picture his dark eyes staring up at me as he pushes in deeper. And deeper. Pumping faster. The ache is tightening and I’m about to succumb to it.
Me: It depends on my mood. Sometimes I like it fast and will rub my clit in quick little circles. But others… I’ll spread my legs and play until I can’t take it anymore. Right now, I’m riding my fingers, wishing they were yours.
Bren2025RB: I’d make you come so hard, baby. I’d pump you deep and fast. Make you squirt for me.
The shocks plow through my body. Pleasure blazing over every nerve. I fight not to scream his name and wake my parents as the orgasm shatters me. My pussy convulses hard, making a complete mess of my panties. I rub the last shocks from my clit, feeling like it’s almost too sensitive to the touch. When I finally catch my breath, I open my eyes. The words on the screen are now blurred. My lungs grasping for air.
I lean forward in my chair, staring at my keyboard as I type my message. My fingers gliding over the keys fast. My mind too exhausted to second guess anything.
Me: I just soaked myself to the thought. I’ve never come that hard.
Bren2025RB: Same. My abs are splattered with my cum. I may need to clean my keyboard too. That was so fucking hot, babe. I’ve never done anything like that.
Me neither. Boys usually don’t talk to me.
Bren2025RB : It’s late, babe. I have to get up early for practice in the morning, so I need to hit the sack. But I hope you’ll log on tomorrow.
There isn’t a stutter in my thoughts as I type out my response.
Me: I’ll be on right after school. Night, Bren.