"Evie, wait," Chase said, grabbing hold of my hips above my bikini bottom.
"Let go of me!"
I tried to pull away from him, but he was too strong.
"Look, I'm sorry!" Chase said. "I really thought you were going to catch it. Let me see that phone." I handed it to him. "Shit, yeah, that thing is totally dead. Sorry."
I tried again to pull out of his grasp. "Seriously, let me go," I said. "I just want to leave."
Chase made a pouty face. "Your phone is a piece of crap anyway. But this is your lucky day."
"How is that possible?"
"Just promise me you'll wait right here," Chase said.
He returned a minute later with a brand-new iPhone 6, which he thrust into my hands.
"Here you go," he said. "I had two of them."
"Two?"
"My dad got one for the maid," Chase explained. "But then we caught her with a purse full of the silverware, and she had to go. Now we have an extra that nobody's using. It's on our family plan, too, so you won't have a monthly bill or anything."
"Wow," I said, at a loss for words. I had always wanted an iPhone, instead of the ancient flip phone that all my classmates made fun of. "Okay, yeah. Thank you."
"You're welcome," Chase said. "Glad I could do you a favor. I only ask for one thing in return."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Send me some photos tonight. You know, something sexy for the ol' spank bank."
"You're disgusting."
"Ah, don't be like that," Chase said, pulling my body against his and giving me a warm kiss on the mouth. Despite my best efforts I was putty in his hands, and I submitted to his embrace. He slid his hand down my back and squeezed my round little butt. Chase grabbed a handful of my boobs when I broke away.
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"That's enough out of you," I said. "You need to behave. Anyway, I have to get ready for work."
"Okay, see you later. And Evie? I want to see them titties tonight."
I rolled my eyes. Yeah, right. Not in a million years
III.
To help make ends meet, I had taken a part-time summer job at the local library. Mostly I stocked books and showed old people how to use the public computers.
When my shift was over I went home and made myself some popcorn, took a long, hot shower, and flopped onto my bed, ready to relax for the rest of the night. I grabbed my new phone and started fiddling with all the different settings and downloading the essential apps. The only bad part was that my entire address book had been wiped out when Chase tossed my phone in the pool. It would be a major pain to re-enter all those numbers by hand, so I simply added the most important contacts and called it good.
I heard a meow, and suddenly Rufus hopped onto the bed and into my lap. I had just fed him, so I knew he wasn't hungry. Spoiled cat. He only wanted attention. When Rufus lifted his white front paw I snapped a quick photo, and to my surprise the picture quality was amazing. The camera on the new iPhone was a huge step up from my old phone, which took photos so pixelated you couldn't tell a cat from a pile of laundry.
I clicked the button to put the camera in selfie mode and was totally shocked by what I saw. I mean, not to brag, but I looked good. My long, dark hair was sleek and shiny, still a bit wet from the shower, and my lips were full and pouty. Best of all, the bath towel wrapped around my body had shoved my boobs together, giving me real, defined cleavage for what seemed like the first time in my life.
Chase doesn't know what he's missing.
I held the camera close to my rack and snapped a picture. I was all alone in my bedroom. No one but Rufus was around to see. Feeling a little bit sexy and more than a little naughty, I teased one corner of the towel down to reveal one of my nipples. I tweaked the little round nub between two of my fingers and watched in the camera viewfinder as it tightened before my eyes. Without even thinking, I snapped another picture. Then I stared at the photo for a while.
Delete it. Delete it now.
I freed my other breast from the towel, exposing them both, and clicked the camera. Something about it felt unbelievably sexy and exciting. These photos were only for my eyes, but when I thought about a man seeing these images, becoming aroused by the mere sight of my naked breasts, I felt myself getting warm and tingly between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, not even realizing how wet I was becoming.
I looked at the photo again. My face was totally obscured. Oh, what the hell? I messaged the photo to Chase, thrilling at the idea of a man enjoying a peek at my breasts. Within seconds of clicking send, the thrill was replaced by panic. But then I noticed the little dot-dot-dot indicating that Chase was typing a response.
Not bad
Not bad!? What kind of a response was that? I was trying to think of a devastating comeback when the dot-dot-dot re-emerged.
Show me more
What do you want to see? I replied.
Your cute little cunt
I gasped at Chase's vulgar choice of phrase. Chase and I had only been dating for a few weeks, and we hadn't even made it past third base yet. Not for lack of trying on his part. I don't know why I was so reluctant to lose my virginity. But every time we were making out in Chase's car and he slid his fingers into my panties, something about it just didn't feel right. He obviously didn't know what he was doing, which was such a turn-off.
But now I was in charge. I could do whatever I wanted, and his fumbling fingers would not get in my way. I teased open the bath towel, the soft fabric sliding across my thighs, and I began to caress the ache between my legs. My fingers parted the folds down there. When my fingertips found the sensitive little nub of my clit, I moaned out loud.
I had never spread my legs for a man, but now I spread them for the camera. I held the device inches from my pussy, teased apart the pink little folds, and clicked. If that's what Chase wanted, then that's what he would get. When I saw how sexy I looked I smiled to myself and sent it to Chase. The response came immediately.
Evie
is that you?
I recognize your bedroom
Sexting? What the hell are you thinking?
I was confused. The sexiness of my erotic photo session had evaporated. Who is this? I asked.
Shit, Evie. This is your father.
IV.
I'll spare you the details, but believe me, I was horrified, embarrassed, ashamed, and any other word that describes the helpless feeling when a parent finds out his stepdaughter is no longer the innocent little girl he thought she was. I cried myself to sleep that night. When I woke up the next morning I had received a long email from my stepdad that basically said he was disappointed in me and that I was to never, ever send photos like that to anyone as long as I lived. For your own good, he added helpfully.
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Before the sexting episode, we had stayed in touch via emails, text messages and a weekly Skype call. Afterward, all communication ended. I thought of all kinds of reasons for my stepdad to give me the silent treatment. My biggest fears were that he was ashamed of me, and he didn't love me anymore.
Then I got the email letting me know that he was flying home for a couple of weeks, and asking if I could arrange his ride from Fort Hood.
Sitting in the passenger seat as he steered his old pickup truck, I stole another glance at my stepdad. The uncomfortable silence was eating me up inside. I certainly didn't want to talk about what had happened, but I was unable to think of anything else.
My stepdad had seen my boobs. My stepdad had seen my … oh, god, he had seen my pussy.
Things between us would never be the same. That much was obvious now.
But my shame was also mixed with some feelings that made me feel very strange. I mean, he was the one who asked to see my "cute little cunt." He hadn't known it was me, but still. The thought of it stirred something deep inside me, something so unnatural I didn't even want to think about it, but I couldn't help myself.
I stole another glance at Patton, my strong and dashing stepdad. Before he knew that was my cute little cunt, I wonder if he liked what he saw?
It was a long drive back to Austin. I had to think of something for us to talk about, something that would ensure we didn't have to address the awkward tension between us.
"So," I began, "how is the war going?"
It felt like a totally dumb question, but I had to break the silence somehow. When I saw the look on my stepdad's face I knew he didn't really want to talk about it. From the tone of his voice, I could also tell that he was not being entirely truthful.