*Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz,* My phone rattled on top of my nightstand. I struggled to open my eyes.
"Who could possibly be calling me this early?" It was my oldest sister Alyssa.
"What does she want?" I thought to myself.
I fumbled for my glasses. I looked at my notifications, 5 texts and 3 missed calls. I checked my voicemail.
*New message: Saturday 8:28am "Hey, call me back as soon as you get this."
*New message: Saturday 8:47am "Nikki, pick up your God damn phone--this is important!"
I called my sister, "hey, you called?"
"I need you to get dressed and be over to the house ASAP, it's an emergency."
"Emergency my ass," I thought, "it's probably another favor. It better not be babysitting either."
I got up, showered and got dressed. The Texas heatwave had been awful the last two weeks. I put on an old baggy and very plungy v-neck tee, a zebra print bra, my favorite purple thong panties, leggings a cardigan and my crocs. I headed over to her place.
"Wtf, you're really wearing a sweater in 107 degree heat?!" She mockingly laughed at me.
"What the hell, why are you always covering them?" She questioned me yet again.
It wasn't that I was ashamed of my body, quite the opposite actually. I'm 27 but get told frequently that I look much younger than I am. That's mainly due to the fact that I have tiny hands & feet and doe eyes. I have long, soft dark brown hair with purple highlights. I'm what's generally referred to as thick. Curvy and full in all the right places. I've been blessed with thick thighs--a round plump butt--and a full 38DD cup chest that looks massive on my 5'2 frame.
My sister's--especially Alyssa are constantly teasing me because I opt for comfort over style. Often looking dowdy with my oversized clothes and constant use of hoodies and sweaters. I don't really care about what they think. I'm going to do what makes me happiest.
What few know--or few in my everyday life know is this that I'm a huge exhibitionist. I love sneaking around--whipping out my tits & ass and snapping quick pics and videos. I love showing off my curvy body on various social media platforms. This kink's been a major turn on for a few years now--the riskier the more turned on I get. I'm generally a shy person--so this 'hobby' is the perfect outlet for me. I've had this fantasy of fucking a random follower for a while now. I've been talking to this guy, 'KingCock69' (Drew) for a few weeks.
Usually a childish username such as that would be a huge turn off and just generally rub me the wrong way. Drew was different somehow, always replying to my posts with the sweetest words of encouragement. In a sea of idiots, he was seemingly different. Genuinely interested in getting to know the real me--a me that extended far beyond my body.
He's charming, thoughtful, funny, sincere and sweet. All the things that most men aren't. I've been planning on meeting up with him for lunch and hopefully more. What I've really been hoping for is to find someone whom I felt comfortable enough in person to spend time with and hopefully they would be open minded enough to fuck me on camera. Recording my own sextape and sharing it on social media is a fantasy that I've had for a while now.
Drew and I had talked for a while about making this sextape, still I was an introvert at heart and was cautious about a face to face meeting. I decided this was gonna be the weekend that we'd finally meet--even if it were just for Starbucks. Time to roll the dice.
"So what's this 'emergency' all about?" I sarcastically asked Alyssa.
"Jonathan got tickets to the game!" Alyssa excitedly exclaimed.
"Baseball," I rolled my eyes. "How boring I thought."
Who wants to drive a few hours--sit in the sun for a few hours more watching grown men hit a ball. Then drive a few more hours home. This 'emergency' better not be her asking me to babysit.
"Nikki we need you to watch the baby, he won't give you any trouble-- I promise. He'll sleep all day--all you'll have do is check on him a couple of hours. Jonathan set up the baby monitor last week."
"Look, it's got a camera and a microphone. You can literally check it from the couch. We'll be home before you know it. Besides the baby loves his auntie--you're his favorite." Alyssa explained.
"Yeah, some 'favorite.' You know damn well what happened the last time I babysat for you-he cried the minute you left. Besides--I already have plans." I replied.
"Psssh, 'plans' ...you--little miss Karen always with a head a book--dressed like that?!" She laughed at me.
"Yeah sure, 'plans.' Well cancel them because I have no one else to do it. Mom's busy and you know Diana and Denise have their own kids to worry about." Alyssa said in a dismissive tone.
I was annoyed, I but I figured I'd just get it over with. Drew's so understanding--he won't mind if I push the meet-up back a day. I sent him a text
Drew responded almost immediately. "Awh, I'm sorry babe--I know how you don't like kid's. I really wish you wouldn't let people push you around like this. Of course tomorrow's fine. I'd wait till the end of time for a one in a million kinda girl like you."
Reading that last part made my heart skip a beat.
"What did I do to deserve a sweet, patient man like that." I thought to myself.
"Okay so let me show you how the baby monitoring system works. All you have to do is hold down here and see--you can see camera right into his room--and hold this down and you can hear him crystal clear. Just check him every so often. He'll probably be up in a couple hours. His formula and bottles are right over here."
I wasn't exactly looking forward to this but since I absolutely hated confrontations--I figured it was best to just get this over with.
"AJ isn't going to be here right?" I asked Alyssa.
I hated Jonathan's older worthless, asshole brother Andrew Jr or AJ for short. AJ had separated from his ex girlfriend and moved in with Alyssa and Jonathan about two months ago. He was the epitome of a male chauvinistic pig--the reason women hate men. He's average looking. About 5'10 he has a patchy scruffy beard, short dark hair that's almost always un-kept and a beer belly. It was his personality that turned me off the most. He's loud, obnoxious, and has a habit of staring too long. I've caught him checking out my sister's and I more than once. I was relieved when Alyssa told me that he had plans to meet up with some 'hot chick' that he was planning on 'smashing,'
"who even says that anymore." I thought to myself.
Anyway--I was glad that he wouldn't be around today. Just then Alyssa's husband Jonathan walked into the living room.
"Sorry about the AC not really working, Nikki. Make yourself home to the kitchen if you get hungry."
Jonathan and my sister had their share of fights--at least he wasn't creep like his brother. I was sweating through my sweater. I took it off and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. Alyssa and Jonathan headed out and had been gone for no more than fifteen minutes when I heard a car pulling up.
"Another fight--I wondered what this one was about?"