Be a little sneaky

When I make it home, everything is the same as it always is. My dad makes sure to turn the pressure up. I finish all of my assignments pretty quickly. Luckily, schoolwork was always easy for me. When I’m all done, he cracks the whip again and sets me back on MCAT prep. Dick.

The whole time however, it’s never as bad as it usually is, because I have a little smirk on my face. My dad doesn’t know about the phone that I snuck in. I wait patiently until the time is right. My dad is downstairs, and he’ll be watching 60 minutes for the next hour on TV. I pull the phone out, and open Snapchat.

Justin already sent something! My heart flutters and I open it. It’s a picture of him with a confident, sexy look on his face. He looks so good.

Gabby said I have to send something back, so I open up the camera, smile really big, and take a picture. I don’t like it. I take another. My eyes were closed. I take another. The lighting on my face doesn’t look good. I take another. My eyes were open too far. Another. My mouth looked crooked. Finally I get one that I hope is cute enough and send it. My heart races, waiting for the response. I answer a couple of questions and wait.

Another picture comes in. He’s winking at me. “Nice smile.”

“Thank you!!!” I write back to him. I put a heart emoji.

We write back and forth. Sending flirty little smiles and winks, talking about school.

A picture comes in. I open it and my mouth drops open.

Justin is standing in front of his mirror in a sleeveless shirt and grey sweatpants, flexing for me.

Fuckkkk. I drool over the picture, my eyes running up and down his veiny, muscular arms. He looks so strong, like he could throw me around and dominate me. Oh, it would be so hot. I have to send him something back!

I stuff the phone in my sweatshirt pocket and sneak into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Hastily, I take the sweatshirt off so I’m just in a little T-shirt. I take a picture of myself in the mirror, trying to look sexy. I try a few different poses. Eventually, I lift my shirt a little bit to show my midriff and turn a little sideways. It looks good. I send it.

Immediately, Justin snaps back. He’s licking his lip in the picture sensually. “Damn, you’re fine.” He writes.

I turn around and try to make my ass look as good as I possibly can by sticking it out and arching my back a little. I take another picture.

“Fuck baby.” He writes me.

“You like?” I write back.

“Hell yeah.”

“Remind you of how you grabbed it earlier?

“Fuck yeah, I’d grab it and hold you so fucking tight against me baby.”

My body fills with heat at how dirty we’re talking to each other.

“That’s so fucking hot.” I text him.

He sends me another picture. I gasp when I open it up. Justin is standing there shirtless, giving me a sexy look. My eyes gleefully fixate directly on his abs. Fuck. He has abs. Fuck. They’re hot! I glance up at his muscular chest and his strong shoulders, my arms tracing every inch, before I fixate on his abs again. My eyes sneak lower and lower.

My jaw drops when I see it. Justin is pitching a massive tent in his sweatpants. My eyes trace the outline of his juicy cock. It looks big and long, and it’s nice and hard. I can’t believe I did that to him!

“Wow.” Is all I can type.

“See something you like?”

“A lot. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Send me something sexy baby.”

I start to panic, thinking about what I’m going to send. I hear footsteps. Fuck! It’s him.

“Maddie?” Asshole yells.

Fuck! Quickly I text him.

“I’ll send you something later, douchebag is coming.”

I stuff the phone into the waistband of my pants and cover it with my sweatshirt. I flush the toilet, and grab my normal cellphone. Good thing that I thought of this exact scenario. After running the water for a few seconds and splashing my hand in it to make it sound like I’m washing my hands, I leave the bathroom.

“You were in there for a while.” He accuses me, and holds his palm out. I place my regular phone in it. Too bad for him, he won’t find anything, and he doesn’t know about the phone stuffed in my pants.

“Just get back to work.” He tells me, stepping into the bathroom. “If you keep wasting so much time, you’ll never amount to anything.” He slams the door behind him.

“Okay.” I say meekly. Thanks for the good advice, dick.

Luckily, I got away with it this time. I go back into my bedroom and get back to work, but my mind is somewhere else. I just have to wait until he goes to bed.