That was it. Why did I feel so disappointed?
Dewayne: It’s just if you’re gonna play with yourself I want to know. I want to see it. Or at least you can tell me about it.
Holy crap. The tingling between my legs startled me. He was only texting me and I was reacting to him. I should turn off my phone and forget this conversation. Tomorrow he would regret it and push me away. He was probably drunk.
But maybe he wouldn’t remember it . . . maybe.
Me: I’ve already taken care of that.
I pressed send before I could stop myself.
Dewayne: Motherfuck. Do it again. Tell me about it. Or let me FaceTime you and watch your face. God, let me watch your face.
Oh wow. He was drunk. He had to be. This was not careful Dewayne.
Me: I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Dewayne: I know it’s a bad idea. But damn, Sienna, you’re driving me crazy. I just want a little taste. If you’d spread those legs for me and let me taste you just once, then we could be friends. I just need a taste, baby. I know it’s gonna be sweet.
Oh. My. God.
I stared at the phone in my hand and my whole body trembled. Maybe I could FaceTime him. If he kept talking like this, I was going to beg him to come taste all he wanted.
Me: I don’t know what to say.
Dewayne: Let me FaceTime you and watch you touch that pu**y I want to f**king bury my face in.
I was a goner. This was too much. I wanted this, as dumb as it sounded.
Me: What happens tomorrow?
Dewayne: We keep being friends and forget we did this. Just give me this tonight. I need something. I’ve spent way too much time imagining it. I need visuals.
Okay. One time. I could do that. We would forget tomorrow. I stood up, went to close Micah’s door, then closed mine before coming back to bed.
Me: Okay.
My phone rang almost instantly. It was a FaceTime call from Dewayne Falco.
Oh shit. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. It was so bad. But exciting. And I trusted Dewayne. I had always trusted him.
“Hello,” I said, looking into Dewayne’s eyes. The glow of lamplight illuminated his face. I was in the dark.
“Turn on a light. I need to see you.”
I wasn’t wearing makeup, but I guess he’d seen me like this before. I reached over and turned on the lamp beside me.
“Fuck, that’s better. So much better,” he said in a pleased rumble.
I wasn’t sure I could do this now. He wasn’t hidden behind text messages anymore. He was right there in front of me.
“Are you sure we should do this?” I asked him, hoping he’d changed his mind and terrified he would at the same time.
“Take off your panties, Sienna,” was his response.
“Okay,” I replied, and reached down to take them off.
“I want to see,” he said in a deep voice.