Leave her wanting more

You grin at her last message, towel still tight in your grip. Your thumb hovers over the camera button, tempted to do exactly what she wants. But the smarter part of you decides to reel it back, flip the script, let her hunger sharpen a little more.

You: “Careful what you wish for. If this towel slipped, you might not be able to handle it.”

The dots appear, then vanish. She’s typing. She’s thinking. Finally, it comes through:

Mary: “Wow. Such a tease. You’re really gonna leave me hanging like that?”
You: “Teasing’s only fun when someone’s begging for more. You’re not there yet.”

There’s a pause. Then a new notification hits. Photo received.

You blink, thumb pressing down to open it—and your jaw tightens instantly. She’s standing, pale sheets draped over her body like smoke. The fabric’s sheer, catching the light just enough that the shape of her breasts pushes through, nipples shadowed but visible if you look hard enough. Her face is cropped out, deliberate.
You sit up straighter, towel loosening around your hips as heat creeps through you.

You: “Holy shit… you just raised the stakes.”
Mary: “Didn’t wanna keep it innocent, remember?”

You: “I see that. But damn… I feel cheated. Where’s that pretty face of yours? I think I deserve the full picture.”
Mary: “Oh no, mister greedy. You only get what I choose to give you.”

You: “Not even a smile? Come on. That’s cruel.”
Mary: “Cruelty keeps boys like you in line.”

You laugh, dragging a hand down your abs, still staring at the sheet-draped outline of her body. She knows exactly what she’s doing—dangling the forbidden fruit, making you ache for more than just the glimpse she’s already given.