27. Theo Fairview
Staring at the ceiling of Cass’s guestroom, I listened to the quiet sounds of her going through her nighttime routine in the next room.
It took almost forty minutes before I was sure she’d finally settled.
Once she was tucked in for the night, I allowed myself to imagine how pretty she probably looked in that big, California king with her dark hair spread out over her cream silk pillows.
What was she wearing?
Probably a sinfully delicious lace night slip or something equally sexy. When she lived with me, she’d never left her room until she was fully put together, so I couldn’t be sure. But she didn’t strike me as the type of woman who wore an oversized t-shirt to bed.
Not like I was.
I traced my hand over the waistband of the clean boxers I’d slipped on after I’d showered. This condo had two bathrooms, can you believe that?
I toyed with the idea of fishing one of my vibrators out so I could get myself off to the image of Cass alone, in bed… probably just dripping in silk and lace and looking like some sort of Playboy model…
Maybe I should use my fingers… What if she heard the vibrations through the wall?
Would she be weirded out? Or turned on?
Before I could make a decision, my phone buzzed on my end table.
Assuming it was Ryan checking to see how the move had gone, I rolled over to snatch it up, only to almost drop it when I saw it was a text from Cass.
I scrambled to catch my phone before it clattered to the floor, and ended up hanging halfway over the edge of the mattress in my rush to open it up.
Baby Girl:
So… Do you really sleep in the nude?
Holy fuck.
Was this… what I thought it was?
My mind was racing. If this were any other girl, I would have shamelessly flirted back. But this wasn’t just any girl. This was Cassandra.
I swallowed thickly, rolled back into the bed, and settled so my back was against the headboard.
Fucking go time, Theodora. Lock in. Don’t fuck this up!
Theo:
Yes.
Smooth, Theo.
I squeezed my eyes shut, cursing myself for hitting send before thinking of something more witty to say.
Baby Girl:
Pics or it didn’t happen.
My jaw dropped, and it took less than 0.5 seconds for me to strip out of my t-shirt and shimmy out of my boxers.
Once I was sufficiently naked, I frantically worked out how I was going to set up the shot, but it seemed Cassandra was feeling impatient, and my phone buzzed again.
Baby Girl:
I don’t like to be kept waiting, Theodora.
Fuck.
In my rush, I fumbled the phone twice before finally just deciding to take a selfie from the collarbone up. I wanted to make it clear that I wasn’t wearing any clothes, but make her wait for anything more.
I didn’t want this game to end too quickly.
I was going to play it like strip poker. Start slow and save the good stuff for last.
I snapped the photo, making sure I was happy with it before hitting send.
The wait for her response was excruciating.
But when it finally came, I smiled.
Baby Girl:
How disappointing.
Theo:
Hoping for more, baby girl?
Baby Girl:
Obviously. Tilt the camera lower. *smirking emoji*
I chuckled.
She was so bossy.
I fucking loved it.
Theo:
Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.
Baby Girl:
Are you seriously going to make me go tit for tat with you on this?
Theo:
More like tit for tit, but you know… semantics.
Baby Girl:
You’re the worst.
I snickered quietly to myself, but immediately stopped laughing when the next text I received was an image.
I’d been right about the lace slip. The photo she sent was an aerial shot.
Her face wasn’t in it, but I had a perfect view of her exposed chest. She’d tugged the neckline of her slip down, so it framed the soft mounds of her perfect breasts.
Her dark nipples were hard, and she was gently pinching the right one between the fingers of the hand she wasn’t using to hold the phone.
Holy fuuuuuuckkk…
Suddenly, my mouth went dry, as if all the moisture in my body was needed to satisfy the pulsing need growing between my thighs.
My hand slid down my stomach of its own accord.
I stared at the photo of Cassandra’s breasts as I dipped a finger inside myself to wet it before dragging it back up to circle my clit.
Another text came in, and I cursed, wishing I had three hands so I could continue to sext her and touch myself at the same time.
Baby Girl:
Your turn.
Jesus.
I guess a deal was a deal.
Dragging my now-wet fingers up, I mirrored the shot she’d sent me and forced myself not to overthink it before hitting send.
I wasn’t shy about my body. I spent a shit ton of time in the gym, and it showed, but there was something so intimate and vulnerable about showing this part of myself to Cass.
The light from my phone lit up the glistening path of wetness from my fingers, and it was clear from the photo exactly where they’d been before I’d taken the picture.
Cassandra’s next text was immediate.
Baby Girl:
Were you touching yourself to me, baby?
It was like she’d said the words directly in my ear, and my entire body rolled with a wave of arousal.
Baby.
I called her baby all the time, but that was the first time she’d ever called me by something other than my name.
Holy fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This woman was going to destroy me.
Not caring that I was getting my own cum all over my phone, I quickly typed a message back.
Theo:
How could I not? You’re so fucking beautiful, baby girl. What I wouldn’t give to have one of those perfect tits in my mouth. I would suck you so good, baby. I’d have you begging for more.
Baby Girl:
I don’t beg, Theodora.
I flinched, hoping I hadn’t gone too far with that last one, but any concerns I had melted away as a second text immediately followed.
Baby Girl:
But you will be, by the time I’m done with you.