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Cherry
Brie looked at me curiously. "You gonna steal my bestie, Cherry?" she joked.
Everybody's schoolbags were piled between the boys today, which meant I could sit next to Lexi. Probably a conscious decision on her part, since we had stuff to discuss. Lexi waved her off, and Brie instead turned her attention to Stef, who was roughhousing with Drew again.
"You didn't text him anymore after that, did you?" I asked Lexi as she whipped out a smart phone. Only Lexi fucking Rochester would use a smart phone as a burner. Obviously we weren't going to use either of our own phones to sext my dad, but this really was a bit much.
"You really don't trust me," Lexi laughed, opening the ComeDaddy app. Sure enough, the conversation between our account and my dad's was right where we left it last night. It was nerve-racking to have Lexi in my room while we discussed what to text dad at each turn. I had to admit, she was very considerate as she consulted me on everything she wrote. She didn't even ask to join me in watching the footage my spy camera afforded me. "But why not? You've already let me send your nudes to your dad."
Alarmed, I checked to make sure nobody heard, and she chuckled. "You mind keeping it down? This arrangement isn't exactly orthodox."
"You mean you and I? Or you and your dad?" she teased, only frustrating me more.
"Both. Just... Low profile, alright?"
"No promises," she lilted, and I sighed. I looked down at the conversation of my dad flirting with Lexi, which reminded me of something.
"By the way... How did you know that my dad was using a dating app? And how did you know which one he'd use?"
"I didn't," she confessed, bringing the burner phone back to its home screen and revealing a slew of dating apps. "So I just signed up for all of them. Well, at least all the pertinent ones. Should I have signed up for the gay hookup one too?"
She giggled when I grumbled in response. "But what's the plan? What's the endgame here?"
With a glint in her eye, she leaned toward me, and I shuffled away from her on the cafeteria bench. "Seeing your dad jack off to your naked body not enough for you?" she murmured. I felt my face burning up, and she smirked and straightened. "Endgame's exactly what you want."
That was daunting. Did I even want what I thought I wanted? "And what are you getting out of it?" Even though she seemed to be helping me, even though she'd kept my secret from everybody, I couldn't rein in my suspicion.
"I get to prove a point," Lexi said solemnly. Her demeanor had changed, feeling slightly dark as she said it. I decided to leave it alone; far be it from me to pry into whatever issues she was dealing with.
"Alright, well," I continued, "what comes next?"
"Does he have work tomorrow?" I shook my head. "Has he said anything?" I checked ComeDaddy. The last message was Lexi promising to talk to him today. I shook my head again. "Sext him. Something sexy."
"Here?" I gawked at her, and she rolled her eyes.
"No, not here, you silly bitch. I mean... unless you want to...?"
"No!"
"Didn't think so. Now c'mon." She finished the rest of her sandwich and stood to retrieve her schoolbag, and I followed suit before we said goodbye to our friends. Leading me to one of the restrooms, she ushered me inside one of the stalls and locked the door.
"This is so weird," I muttered. "Does it have to be now?"
"If you wait until after school, you won't have enough time to build up to what we're gonna pull off tonight," she explained.
"What? What's happening tonight?" I asked, eyes widening.
"The next step," she said simply, as if it was obvious. "Now strip."
I shirked away from her, instinctively clutching my arms across my torso. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm still not really comfortable showing somebody else my body."
"And that's just what we want," she replied. She dropped her voice, possibly to counter the echo in the restroom. "Why do you think your dad likes younger girls?"
"Because they have less experience?" I guessed.
"Not a bad answer, but painfully naive and unobservant." I growled at her, and she chuckled. "It's because he wants you, his nubile daughter." I gulped. "It's why he likes being called 'daddy' while he's jacking off. It's why he likes smaller tits. He wants his shy, demure little girl. And that's what you're gonna give to him. Shouldn't be too hard, since you're genuinely like this, so let's make the most of it."
With that, she raised the burner phone and snapped a picture of me. It wasn't helping my bashfulness, but like she said, that was the idea. I put my bag down and hesitantly took my t-shirt off to reveal my light pink bra underneath. Lexi purred appreciatively, and I heard the phone's shutter sound again.
"Are you into girls?" I asked curiously. "I mean, I've never actually seen you with a guy before, but you seem to be enjoying the hell out of this. I mean, yesterday you spent ten minutes trying to convince me to take my top off."
"That's 'cause it was for your dad. And so is this," she replied. "And yes, I'm enjoying this, but it's not about you. Or your dad, even, so stop thinking I'm out to steal him. Now hurry up and get that training bra off and let me--"
"It's not a training bra!"
"Coulda fooled me. Quit fussing and strip."
Soon I was topless, holding my arms across my chest. Lexi snapped a picture then clucked her tongue and took a moment to rearrange my arms, lowering one to just below my tits, moving the other to angle it diagonally between them. Both of my nipples were exposed and I felt so vulnerable, and before I could protest she captured the pose on film. Well, so to speak.
"Oh you poor girl," she lamented. "It seems you have not a single clue when it comes to the art of seduction."
"Y'know, I was gonna thank you for helping me with Lauren," I said bitterly, "but if you're gonna be no different--"
"I'm not making fun of you. But you have a lot to learn if you're gonna make this work."
"I've read some fanfics," I stammered.
She rolled her eyes. "Jesus Christ. Fanfics are a horrible example to learn from. There's no nuance, no sensuality. You need to entice your man." She let me look at the four photos she took, a steady progression of me disrobing. "Can't send him the first one, 'cause he probably saw what you're wearing today, right?" I nodded, and she deleted it. "It was to make you more shy anyway, so that's fine."
I was beginning to see how she manipulated me in order to get the results we wanted. Most of the time, people regarded manipulation as something negative. Was it still negative if somebody manipulated you for your benefit? When I'd given her permission?
"And here we see how you whet a man's appetite," Lexi explained to me. "See, you probably would've only sent one of these pics, right?" I begrudgingly nodded. "But we're gonna send him all three. Drip feed it to him and let his lust build throughout the day."
She attached the photo of me in my bra, then typed out a caption of sorts in the message field. She let me review it before sending, and I nodded my approval.
Me:
Last night was so hot. Still thinking of you at school~
"And now we wait," Lexi declared with a smirk. "He's probably at work, and I doubt he'll respond to this first one. We'll send the second one after school, that'll definitely get a reaction out of him." She handed me the phone, and I looked at her questioningly. "In case he does reply to the first pic. Have you learned enough to know how to talk to him?"
"I-- Of course..." I hesitantly took the burner, my stomach churning. He was my own fucking dad, of course I knew how to talk to him. I think. Oh no, I was gonna fuck this up.
"If he does reply," she continued, looking contemplative. A smile slowly grew across her face, and she chuckled once. "That would be a pleasant surprise. And it'd make our plan easier." The bell rang, and she jerked her head toward the door. "Better get going, Lolita," she said with a wink.
Just great. Another nickname that made me uncomfortable.
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It was halfway through class when the reply came.
I gulped and reached into my bag, sneakily slipping the burner out to look at the notification. Oh man, why did I have to bluff to Lexi earlier? I got the feeling she already had me figured out. What was the point of lying to her, especially when she was trying to help me? I peeked at the message while the teacher wasn't looking.
Leon:
It was. You have a gorgeous figure, and it's embarrassing how much I enjoyed this new picture too
Leon:
I'm also a bit surprised. You seemed a lot more bold on here than when we met at Colette's place
Fuck, what did I say to this? Of course Lexi had to be bold on ComeDaddy, she was trying to reel dad into this relationship. But that night at Ms. Hammond's place, my guess was she was trying to act as similarly to me as she could. She would've been shy and demure, just like she'd said earlier. So now there was a dichotomy between the two personas. I checked to make sure the teacher was still busy scribbling on the whiteboard before tapping out a response.
Me:
ofc im more bold online. i dont have to look you in the eyes when i say all these dirty things
Me:
and im not distracted with how handsome you are while youre talking
Shit, how did you delete sent messages on here? I couldn't believe I'd just said that. Maybe Lexi was rubbing off on me. Or maybe it was true and online interaction was easier. It was a moment before he wrote back.
Leon:
But you should be in class at the moment, right?
Me:
