-Then he fell asleep. He had a long day and at some point he stopped texting.
-What do you want from him?
-I don't know. I think I might like trying something with him. And I trust him. I know him since we were fifteen years old.
-Text him. Now.
-What?
-Do as I say. Text him and tell him you want to have a drink
-He is the man. He must make the first move. I'm gonna wait for his text
-Oh god Mary, why are you so stubborn? He already made the first move. Now you have to take action.
-No way.
-Look, he may think that you are terrified. If you won't text him, you're going to lose your chance.
-I told you again. I won't.
-If you're not gonna text him, I will get your phone and text him instead of you. I won't let you throw away this opportunity. I've been searching now for months to find someone to satisfy me. And you have him. Ready.
After a while Mary replied:
-All right. I'll tell him to go for a drink in the city centre.
-Good girl.
-Oh stop it.
At that point, Mary started texting John. Her hands were shaking. She read the message four times before she hit the send button.
The next day, she spent all morning waiting for his answer. The message was delivered but not read. She started regretting her decision. Anne was now at her mother's place and Mary was home alone. She searched her message history to find his messages. She started fingering herself again. At some point she started moaning until she came. She thought that this was one of her best orgasms. He had asked her whether or not she had tasted herself. She hadn't. She didn't find a reason to. She starred at her fingers, wet with her juices. For one moment she thought to lick them clean. But instead she wiped them with her sheet. Her phone rang. She ran, thinking it was him. It wasn't. It was Anne
-Hey Mary, how are you doing?
-Not good, he hasn't texted back.
-It's still early in the afternoon. Maybe he had a lot to do and had no time at all.
-Let's hope you're right.
-I just left my mother's place. I'll be home in around half an hour. Do you want something to eat?
-No, I'm fine.
-All right, see you.
-Bye
After she hung up, she noticed her phone's battery was getting low. She kept locking and unlocking her phone for hours, waiting for his message. Some friends of her invited her for a coffee nut she wasn't in the mood. She told them an excuse that her sister was sitting an exam and she had to help her. That was obviously a complete lie. She didn't even called her mother or her sister throughout the day.
She decided to take a shower, hoping to calm down. While she was walking to the bathroom, she stopped in front of the mirror they had. She was starring her idol for a couple of minutes. She wasn't that attractive. She was tall, definitely. 175cm was an ideal height. She could wear heels (not that she was a big fan of them) without being taller than an average man. But since her adolescence she was struggling with her weight. She finally managed to lose a couple of kilos but still 73kg were too much for her height.
While she was on the shower, she forgot for a moment how nervous she was. The hot water definitely played its role. She was washing her long hair and she was enjoying the massage on her head. That was it. She was much calmer as she walked out of the bathroom. Now she was choosing what to wear. Suddenly her phone rang. She looked at the screen and found out that he called her three times while she was having a shower. She called him back immediately. He told her that he was sorry for not answering earlier but he had spent all day at the university working on a project. He made a counter offer, to go for a drink somewhere else, closer to his home. That was no problem at all. They agreed to meet in two and half hours. She thought it was enough time to prepare herself. After ten minutes, Anne returned home.
-He said yes.
