Flirty

E: Oops, well if you're gonna act like that here, then you're on the couch.

E: My bed is 18+ ;p

H: Ooooooo. :O

H: Well I don't want to be all alone on the couch... Guess I can be a big girl. Just for you. ;o

Ethan feels a slight twitch under the covers.

E: Just for me?

H: Mhm. :)

E: Hmmmm. Tempting...

E: Think I need you to prove it.

Ethan notices dots, and then they quickly disappear. He waits a few more moments, then something else comes through.

It's a picture of Heather, reclining in her bed, arm over her chest cupping one of her very full breasts. The other one is compressed against her forearm, the change in its shape making its size really pop. Only the lower half of her face is in frame, teeth biting seductively into her lower lip, only slightly pulling your attention off the main attraction.

Ethan feels another twitch under the covers, noticing them rising slightly

H: Convinced?

E: Of?

H: >:(

H: That I'm a big girl!

E: Oh.

E: I guess... But I wanted proof about the other thing.

E: Only being one for me.

H: Ah.

Ethan watches the screen closely. Despite there being no dots, Ethan can feel the wheels in Heather's head turning. A minute passes. Then two. Ethan waits patiently, knowing that Heather is, in fact, working on something. He knows her, after all. Really knows her. Despite the change in their relationship. Despite the changes in himself. He chews on that last thought for a moment. Has he changed too much?

His phone beeps and Ethan's mind returns to reality. Heather sent something over. Only this time it's a video. Smiling, shifting in bed, Ethan hits play.

Shakey camera work and audio are the first things Ethan notices. Heather clearly just recorded it quickly in bed. After a bit of swaying, it starts to slowly focus. The image is a top-down shot of Heather's naked body. Her heavy chest is only vaguely in frame, their size making them hard not to be included, but Ethan can tell they are not the star of this film. The main attraction sits between her spread legs, hidden in a slightly unkempt red brush. Ethan chews his lip slightly, watching the camera sway slightly as a pale hand slips into frame.

"Hey," a familiar voice speaks from behind the camera. "Did you miss me?" The pale hand runs along one of her full tits then starts to slowly trail downward. "Because I missed you... I missed you so. Fucking. Much..."

Ethan shifts. Watching Heather's hand run down her body makes his arm suddenly feel restless.