It was a great pic. She was laying on the bed completely naked. She held the camera up above her head, aiming it down to snap a pic of herself, angling the camera to show a full neck-to-toe view of her nude body, her right knee bent up slightly. The lighting was soft, but her breasts were at the perfect angle to see how wonderful they were.
He was at work. He had texted her a rant about his difficult morning. He was normally pretty laid back, but occasionally stupid people would wear him down and he would get frustrated to the point where he couldn't work. He would text her in hopes that she would cheer him up, distract him, say something amusing- she had a way about her. He was so fond of her that almost anything she did would help.
So as he was sitting in his cubicle and his phone buzzed, he nonchalantly opened the text. Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised.
There was something about Lisa. She had a unique look- a power pack body with a baby face. She was curvy in all the right places- none of this boney, rail thin stuff- he appreciated her curves. Her face was one that looked better without makeup than it did with. Most of the time he had been around her, she was in her comfy clothes. He knew she could roll out of bed looking just as hot as any chic who spent an hour prepping. A natural 10 in his eyes. Her smile was seemingly omnipresent on her face, complete with dimples and a hint of mischief.
He stared intently, becoming aroused. There was no face in the pic, it was taken from the neck down, probably on purpose. No matter- the flower tattoo around her belly button told him it was indeed her. He was so entranced he forgot he was at work. He forgot he needed to be careful. He looked around and thankfully nobody was paying any attention.
He wanted to touch her. He wanted more.
She had never sent such a revealing photo, but she obviously knew what he liked. He had learned over their time as friends what she liked as well. He got up and went to the rest room. He closed the stall, put his phone on silent, and started unzipping his pants. Thinking about her, seeing her beautiful naked body, knowing that she wanted to cheer him up and knowing that she knew what he liked, what he needed- it was all part of the thrill. He was hard.
He took a pic of his boner bulging inside his boxer briefs. The first one was blurry, off kilter. The second was better. First, he replied by typing in a simple "Looking great. Thank you" and hit send. She replied with a kissing emoji. He replied with the pic. She replied with a "hey you too".
He went back to his desk, worked for a few minutes and had to look at her again. He wondered how many takes she took to get this crisp clear image? She looked great. He was officially "cheered up." Way up.
The next day he texted her. "Hi L. I dreamed about you. It was intense." After a few, she replied "Haha. Yeah right." Some banter back and forth ensued. She asked him "what was it about?" He replied "I was sucking you." She replied with a blushing emoji.
After work he headed toward her place. It was a risk, but he wanted to touch her, feel her. She had a "boyfriend"- but he knew they weren't serious. Many conversations over the months revealed the truth behind her "relationship." She was often without him and they were really casual. He had a good friendship with her so he knew they were not a couple that was up each other's butt.
"I'm heading out for a drink on my way home if you wanna meet out just sayin." Now he crossed his fingers and waited.
"Ok. Maybe, Where?"
"Molly's." He knew she went there from time to time. He met her there once for a friendly catch up. It was nearby, but not a place her man would likely be.
"K"
He waited. He was almost done with his second round and getting ready to leave when her text came in.
"Be there in 5"
"K- what you drink?"
"light beer "
He ordered 2 light drafts.
She came in. She was wearing her usual comfy clothes- a grey and pink hoodie, tight jeans and clean, brand new Nikes. It didn't take much for her cuteness to shine through. She was bubbly and approached smiling with a "What's up?"
"Hey not much. You look good. Tight. As usual" He always complemented her.
"Yeah right. So what's new?"
Small talk ensured. She drank fast and had 2 before he was anywhere close to done with one. To him, this was a good sign. Apparently she was in the middle of a spat with the BF. Once he heard her story of talking too much the "fat bitch he used to date," he guided the conversation his way.
"Maybe it's something, maybe it isn't. But...you're not obligated to him. He's obviously not obligated to you. If things happen, they happen. But you have to be you- have fun, enjoy being young. There's plenty of time..."
"I know, P." He was her professor so she took to calling him P and he, in turn, as a bit of a joke, called her L. She was going to night school and he was her adjunct professor. She had been attending off and on for years trying to hold down her job, raise her young son, and get her degree. She looked up to his more mature, professional advice. He respected her single Mom efforts to start her career. He also enjoyed her youthful exuberance.
So they had struck up a friendship. She would often stay after class and chat. They had met out a couple times. Until now it was just as friends, though he knew she flirted with him- probably to get favor in class, which worked. He would sometimes accept late work from her that he normally would not accept from other students. He enjoyed being friends and genuinely liked her.
Now he was trying to see if this friend had more benefits. So he offered his advice. "I mean guys freaking love you. You're smart, funny, definitely not afraid. You need to have fun and relax and not let this stuff get to you so much."
"I guess."
"How about we change the subject."
"Ok"
"So that pic was the bomb, holy smokes."
