Page 44 of Without Bound
“I said, you’re a fucking bitch and your mom is a whore.”
Keyara is silent for a moment before she bursts out laughing, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Girl, you are savage.”
We laughed all the way to our room, talking about the look on their faces and the fact that they were probably trying to figure out how to spell the words I said in google translate.
“Ok. I gotta run. Let’s go to dinner when I’m back. You drive, I’ll buy.” Keyara picks up her backpack and kicks off her rain boots, exchanging them for sandals.
“Deal. See you later.” We blow each other kisses and she’s out the door in seconds.
I undo the buckles on my wedges and flop backonto the bed, smiling over the day’s events. I decide I need to share the news with more people and pull out my phone.
Me: Soooo, my uncle just gave me a little gift. I’d love to show you if you’re home.
I hold the phone and stare at the screen waiting for an answer. After a few minutes pass with no response, I decide to change out of my cute lunch outfit and into something perfect for pizza with my girl.
I slide out of my skirt and top and hang them up in my small closet. I flip through my clothes, standing only in my lavender bra and panties –the ones I bought when I went shopping with Keyara– trying to decide what I should wear, when my phone pings I practically hurdle the end of my bed to get it.
B:Does this surprise have anything to do with four tires and a horn?
I smile wide at the screen.
Me: You knew?
B:Who do you think helped him get a deal? It was my contact at Audi. Otherwise you might’ve ended up with a minivan.
My nose scrunches upon reading that.
Me: A minivan?
B: Yeah, because no guy would want to talk to you in a minivan. Skewed thinking since I had to remind him that a minivan gives you lots of space to lay down.
Me: Well thank you for saving me from the fate of lonely minivan driver.
A saucy idea comes to me, and I stand from my bed and walk overto the full length mirror hanging on our door. I fluff up my hair a little, and find the perfect pose. I first try just a basic standing straight, but it’s too boring. Then I cock my hip and prop my hand on it but that’s overused. After a few more tries, I finally decide to pop out one hip and hang an arm over my head, putting my breasts on full display and a hint of ass.
I hold the camera over my face and snap photos until the lighting and pose are just right. I quickly send it and bite my lip, waiting for his response.
Me:
I get nervous thinking that I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe he’ll see it as childish. Do women his age send naughty selfies? I’ve never done this before so I don’t even know that I did it right.
My screen flashes with an incoming FaceTime from Bishop and sprint to my bed and position my pillows so that I’m sitting back.
I tap the green button and his face fills the screen. “Hey,” I breathe out.
“Fuck, Anais. I’m in my office and I had to get up and close the door so one of my coaches didn’t walk in and see me sporting a chub.” His eyes are dark and intense, and I fully believe that if he were here right now he would ravage me in a way I never thought possible.
“Oh yeah? Care to show me?” My nipples turn rock hard and I feel a tingle between my legs.
“I think that could be dangerous. Maybe I better stay buttoned up.”
I knit by brows. “Dangerous? How?”
I see him stand from his chair and move about his office. The soft snick of a lock clicking into place sounds, then he’s taking a seat back in his chair
“Dangerous because if I show you my dick right now, I’m going to want to fuck you. And since I can’t do that, I’ll end up with my dick in my fist, and that’s pretty inappropriate fora work day.”
I think about whether or not I locked my bedroom door and remember doing so right after Keyara left.
