The next morning, things seem fine. I stop in the dining room to grab a quick breakfast, and nobody looks at me twice. As far as my family can tell, I’ve been a good, obedient daughter. They probably don’t know that I snuck out last night.
That excites me more than I thought it would. I retreat back to my room, grab a shower, and think about the implications.
Last time, I got caught because I asked permission to go for a walk. When I didn’t come back, my father must have sent Reginald out to get me. I don’t know how he tracked me down, but he did. This time though, I just left the apartment without saying a word, keeping my door shut. Everyone probably assumed I was holed up in my closet, reading a book or something. That’s not a bad assumption to make, or at least it wasn’t.
But I can use that. I can sneak out of here whenever I want. I’m practically invisible to them, and for the first time in my life, that seems like a good thing.
I get back to my room after showering and sit down on my bed pretzel-style. Still wrapped in my towel, I grab my phone and my laptop.
I’m surprised when I see a text on my phone. It’s from Gavin.
“I keep thinking about last night,” he says.
I smile to myself and type back. “Me too. I really had a lot of fun.”
He responds immediately. “Do you still have that gift I sent you?”
I bite my lip as a thrill runs through me. “Yes,” I send back.
“Good. Go get it.”
I stare at the screen for a second, and suddenly I’m nervous. But I do as he asks me. I go into my closet and fish the vibrator out from where I had stashed it.
“Okay,” I type back. “I have it. Now what?”
“Last night, you told me something,” he writes. “You said that you’re a virgin. And I think you were nervous about it.”
“I was,” I send back. “I thought you wanted someone with more experience.”
“I don’t care about that,” he replies. “But I’m going to teach you, Sadie. You may not have experience now, but you will soon.”
I bite my lip, excitement running through my body, and I glance down at the vibrator. I feel a little intimidated, but excitement floods my body at the thought of his hands on my skin. I quickly get up, still wrapped in only a towel, and I head over to my bedroom door. I make sure it’s locked before getting back into bed.
“How are you going to teach me?” I ask him.
“Skype me.
[email protected].”
I stare at his message, heart hammering in my chest, and I know what he wants. I’m nervous, maybe even a little afraid, but I can’t help myself. I quickly get up, dropping the towel, and grab a plain white t-shirt, a little see-through, and a pair of cute panties. When I’m slightly dressed, I hesitate before pulling on a pair of long knee-high socks. I finally fix my hair in the mirror, pulling it into a braid, despite it being wet.
Finally, I grab my laptop and the vibrator and head into my closet. I shut the door and turn on the light before settling into my little nook. I put the laptop down, open the lid, and bring up Skype.
I’m nervous when I type in his email and start the call, but he answers right away. Gavin’s handsome face appears on the screen, smiling at me, a little morning stubble along his chin.
“It’s good to see you,” he says.
I smile. “Yeah, you too. Nice apartment.”
He grins at me. “Nice… closet?” He cocks his head a little bit.
I laugh and pick up the laptop, showing him the space. “Yep, it’s a closet. It’s a little more… comfortable than my room.”
“Looks cozy.”
“Where are you?” I ask him.
“In my living room.” He picks up his laptop and shows me his place. I got a quick view of a large wall that’s all windows and overlooks the city. I see the kitchen, which is all spacious and modern, before coming back to him. His apartment is nicely decorated though simple, which doesn’t surprise me. I bet he had someone come in and set it up for him, and hasn’t changed a thing since.
He’s shirtless, and I’m surprised to catch some tattoos on his skin. He watches me with amusement for a second.
“Nice,” I say.
“You’ll see it for real soon. If you want.”
I nod quickly. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
I feel really nervous, I realize, way more nervous than when we went out together.
“Do you know why we’re Skyping right now?” he asks me softly.
I nod slowly. “I think so.”
“Tell me why.”
“You want to teach me.”
“That’s right.” He smirks at me. “And I want to watch. Make sure you’re doing exactly what I tell you.”