Chapter 1 - Meghan
Chapter One
Meghan
My phone chimed as soon as I stepped out of the shower, the kiss of steam still lingering on my skin. I knew who it was without looking, a slight smile teasing my lips. Over the past few months, my phone chimed at the same time every day, the sender growing bolder with each message.
Good morning, Cherry. Send me a topless picture with your hair draped over your bare breasts.
I was new to this, and while it was exciting to have someone want to see me naked, I was still a little uneasy about it. I kept telling myself I was only doing it for the money. I needed a way to pay for college since my parents stopped paying after my second year. I wasn’t quite ready to support myself and didn’t want to drop out of college either.
One of my friends told me she had started working at a gentleman’s nightclub. I told her I didn’t think I could do that. I was still a virgin and inexperienced. Besides, I was a little too shy to strip naked in front of a bunch of strangers throwing money at me. I had never done anything like that before. When I balked at her idea, she suggested I sell naughty pictures and short videos on a website called Too Risqué. She told me I didn’t have to show my face and could still make good money.
I started out taking pictures in short shorts and halter tops before getting the courage to take some wearing a bikini. I even took some of my legs by the pool and a brief clip of me applying sunscreen to my legs and shoulders. I was surprised that some of my viewers especially loved it when I shared videos of me painting my toes.
I never showed my whole face in any pictures or videos, especially from my nose up. I didn’t want anyone to recognize me, and it got back to my family. Even though I was an adult, and what I did with my life was my business, I didn’t want them to know.
Initially, the money wasn’t all that great, but the more I posted, the more I made. After my first week, I noticed I had a follower who sent a big tip. He asked me to buy sexy lingerie and model it for him. I panicked. I’d never had anyone ask me to do something like that before. I’d always bought cheap store-bought underwear, nothing sexy, not even for the few boyfriends I had.
After I did as he requested, he sent another huge tip, thanking me and telling me how happy it made him. He told me how beautiful I was and hoped I would continue to post more pictures.
After the third week, he asked for my schedule. That made me even more nervous. He explained that he didn’t want to wake me with a text message or disturb me when I was busy or sleeping. I told him when I got up, and he started sending me a good morning text, wishing me a good day and telling me how beautiful I was. He would follow that with a request for a picture of me in something sexy.
I then gave him my work and class schedule. He would text me to have a good day and then ask how my day was after I came home. He was fast becoming someone I looked forward to hearing from.
After corresponding this way for over a month, he told me he could tell I was completely innocent, a virgin, from the way I posted pictures of myself. That was why he started calling me Cherry. I didn’t mind because he wasn’t wrong. Besides, I loved the nickname.
I towel-dried my hair and draped my blonde locks over my bare breasts like he asked. The strands tickled my nipples, making them pebble; my breath caught in my throat, a feather of excitement teasing me. I loved how my nipples looked in the photo and sent it immediately. My phone chimed seconds later with his response, followed by two more texts.
Oh, my god! So hot, Cherry!
I could tell how excited you are.
Your nipples are a lovely shade of pink.
I tingled with excitement reading his texts, my core alive with butterflies. The texts made me feel incredibly sexy. It was the first time I had ever taken such a revealing picture, let alone sent it to someone. He made me feel confident enough to snap more in the future.
Thank you, I replied.
I hope you have a great day, Cherry, he responded. You certainly made mine better!
I bit my lower lip, wishing he had said something more. It surprised me how much I longed for it, my imagination running wild. I couldn’t believe how bold I was with him. I closed my eyes, beginning to feel horny, my pulse picking up, my tongue teasing my lips.
I was curious if he would meet me, sending my pulse into overdrive. I wondered if he would touch me; the thought of his hands against my bare skin filled my mind, and my imagination ran wild. I was tired of masturbating, curious to have someone else touch me, pleasure me, tease me. I wasn’t like some who just wanted to rush into sex to get it over with, their virginity such a burden. I wanted someone older, more experienced. Someone who wouldn’t ignore my needs. I was ready. I needed it. I wanted to take the first step.
As I dressed in a cute pink lacy bra and panties, I imagined dressing for him, teasing him, holding his gaze with my body. Before tucking my phone in my bag, I took pictures and posted them on my website. Then, I dressed in street clothes, anxious for winter break to start in a few days, my mind wandered.
The holidays loomed closer, but the usual excitement was missing. I was expected to go home over break but wasn’t looking forward to it. Not that I had a choice, Mom was insisting.
I knew I had to ignore my growing need while home for the holidays. It was aggravating, but what was I supposed to do about it? I let my finger tease my inner thigh but stopped. I didn’t want to get lost in a masturbatory haze, now right now. I needed to focus on my upcoming classes.
I realized how lucky I was to work as an office temp while finishing college. My boss was very understanding. I had been working for Adam part-time for almost six months. He seemed to like my work, and while it wasn’t my first career choice, it did promise a full-time position, full benefits, and a raise once I graduated.
It also didn’t hurt that Adam was handsome. With broad shoulders and deep brown eyes, his smile was always a welcome sight. He was nice to me when we’d chatted in passing. Pamela, his administrative assistant, told me to get to know Adam better since I was taking over her job when I graduated. I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more friendly toward him.
