Chapter 24

I got home and did something I hadn’t done in… hell, months: sat down with my parents in the living room to watch TV. My mom keeps complaining that I don’t talk to them anymore, that I’m always holed up in my room. And yeah… she’s right. But every time I try to chat, five minutes in it turns into a sermon disguised as advice. And it’s not even about something I did, it’s always about some shit I haven’t even done yet.

And of course, it happened again.

But this time I didn’t give it a chance. I got up in the middle of the chatter and headed straight to my room. I was gonna sort my stuff, pretend like I was gonna take a shower and crash, but the truth was I just wanted to be alone. I went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, phone in hand… and there I was, scrolling through photos. Pics of me with John, with Angie, with other friends, some dumb chat screenshots. And then, in the middle of all that, it hit me:

“Fuck, John and I have never swapped nudes.”

Like… never. None. Zero. Not even a morning dick pic. And it’s not that I think it’s necessary, I’ve always thought sending naked pics was kinda cheesy. But… after that thing with Freddy, it started gnawing at me. Especially after he said he wanted to see John naked.

There it was.

The worst part? I liked the idea. The idea of showing John off to him. Like it was a trade, a game. But, you know… John would never send a naked pic if he knew it was going to Freddy. Not even if you prayed about it.

But… what if. I had a plan and I was gonna put it into action.

I dialed the number. He picked up sounding totally confused.

“Babe?”

“Hey… everything okay? Something happen?”

“No…”

“Huh, I figured you’d call later. What’s up?”

“Can you do something for me?”

“Sure. Shoot.”

“Send me a pic of your cock? Nice and hard. Like… really good-looking.”

Silence.

“Okay. I’ll send it. Just give me a sec to take it.”

And he hung up.

I hung up and stared at my phone like I didn’t understand a damn thing. How the hell did he agree? Without asking why? Without acting weird about it. John never sends nudes. Never. Not even in his boxers.

I sat there on the toilet, phone in hand, half anxious, half suspicious, wondering if he was really taking the pic… or if he’d just said that to get rid of me. Maybe he thought he’d get something out of it later.

I went into the shower. I just wanted a hot shower and to flop into bed, but when I was almost done, I heard my phone buzz. I got out dripping, wrapped myself in a towel as best I could, and ran to my room.

There was a message from John.

I opened it. He’d sent a bunch of pics. At least three. Hard cock from different angles. I didn’t even know where to look first.

“Damn, John… you’ve got a nice cock, you know that?” I said to myself, impressed.

Right then, it hit me. My whole body reacted. He’d sent it three ways, and I got it immediately—John overthinks everything. He’d already been imagining the best angle, the hottest one, the one I’d like most.

Before I could reply, the phone rang.

“Vee, I sent them. You see?”

“Yeah, babe. Thanks!”

“You sound all excited about something?”

“Nothing… I was just thinking about you in the shower.” I lied, straight-faced. “Wanna see?”

I lifted the camera and snapped a pic from above, still wrapped in the towel. Nothing major, just a little tease.

“I thought you wouldn’t have energy for anything else today,” he said.

“Yeah… you wore me out pretty good today. I’ll call when I’m heading to bed?”

I hung up before he could drag the conversation out.

I stood there in the middle of my room, phone in hand, towel slipping. A weight hit my chest. Guilt. I hate lying to John, and since that mess with Tati, I knew it shook him up. We almost broke up. And now, here I was again, playing games, trying to pull him into a plan I wasn’t even sure I wanted for real.

It squeezed my heart. I wanted to just throw it all out there and spill the whole damn thing. So I did.

I called back.

“Babe, can I tell you something?”

“What’s up, Vee? You’re acting weird today. What’s with the random nude request?”

Of course he was already suspicious. That’s John, he overthinks everything when he hears something new.

“Look… I was talking to Freddy, and he asked for more of those pics. I said I didn’t have any. Then he said he wanted to see one of yours.”

“Huh? What do you mean? You were swapping pics with him and he didn’t want yours, now he wants mine? Explain this right, Vee.”

“It’s not that…”

“Then what is it? I’m not getting any of this.”

I sighed deep.

“Okay, I’ll just say it. He wants to see your cock. And I… I got turned on by the idea of showing it to him. There. I said it.”

Silence. I almost hung up again.

“So you ask for my pic and weren’t gonna tell me?”

“I was gonna tell you. I just… lost my nerve. But I’m telling you now, right?”

He breathed on the other end, and said low:

“Yeah… If you like the idea of sending it, then send it. I’ll like it too. Go ahead.”

“Seriously? Oh, thanks, babe… you’re so hot.”

“Just don’t leave me in the dark. Tell me everything after. And send me the pics you guys swap. The chats too, if you can.”

“Okay. Love you. Kiss.”

Happy as hell, with that warm tingle between my legs and the feeling that my plan was moving forward—and in the most honest way possible—I called Freddy right away.

“Hey, sweetie!” he answered, all friendly.

“I got the pic you wanted.”

“I wanted? Did I say that?”

“Of course you did, Freddy! You going crazy now?” I shot back, already pissed, thinking he’d play dumb and waste my effort.

“I said I was curious… that’s different!”

“Same difference, fuck. Do you wanna see it or not?”

“Wait… is it your pic or his?”

“His.”

“Then send it. I’ll look.”

I unlocked the screen, scrolled quick through the pics, and picked the one I liked best—one that was a good side profile. I sent it. And waited. I gave him just enough time to check it out.

The reply came dry:

“Nice.”

“Nice? That’s it? What a shitty comment, Freddy! I thought you’d be all hyped.”

“I think it’s nice, big, cool… I don’t have much experience with cocks, Virginia.” he replied, still not that excited.

I took a breath, pumped about the chat, and tried my luck.

“Gonna send one of yours now?”

“Is it for John?”

“No, you idiot. For me.”

“Does he know you’re sending his pics?”

“Yeah, he does.”

“Is this a thing between you two?”

I didn’t even know what it was exactly, truth was we liked stuff involving other people and we were figuring it out step by step.

“Kinda… I think we like it. Who knows. It happened and it felt good.”

“I sent you a link earlier today with over twenty pics of me, remember?”

“Oh, Freddy, those don’t count! You were all dressed up. Real nice, though.”

“So you mean you wanna see my cock?”

“John does too.” I said, trying to downplay my part in it, holding the towel so it wouldn’t fall.

“Why not put him on the call?”

“Oh, Freddy… don’t go there. It’d be weird as fuck. Forget it.”

There was a long silence on the other end, he sounded like he was walking, his breathing heavy and audible.

“Virginia, is John bi?”

“No. I mean… I don’t think so. But he likes the idea of showing me off. And I ended up getting into showing him to you.”

“Got into it? Like… turned on?”

“Yeah…”

“Wet?”

I blushed right then.

“Yeah, Freddy. Yeah, fuck.”

“Can I see?”

“See what?”

“Your pussy.”

“What? Wait. You wanna see my pussy now?”

“I’ve seen a bit… just wanna see more.”

If I’d blushed before, now I had to cover my face even though no one was in my room, I was so embarrassed.

“Uh… I don’t know… I don’t really like sending pics, John pushed for it.”

“Then he’ll like knowing you sent one.”

“Okay, what do you wanna see? Tits, ass, or pussy?”

“You even got a menu.”

“Shut up and pick.”

“I’ve seen ass, I think pussy.”

“Okay, but nothing spread wide, got it?”

“Fine, when I send you one it’ll be the equivalent. Soft cock! If that’s how you like it…”

That was funny, fair enough.

“Okay, fuck it, I’ll send it, I’m hanging up, gonna take it and send.”

I hung up the phone, went to the door to check if it was locked, and looked around the room for a spot to take those pics. The mirror was far from the bed, and the hardest thing in the world is taking a pic of your own pussy.

The idea was burning in my head, mixing with the thing with John and now the nude, I was getting really naughty without even realizing it.