Melany Chambers ( route)

I put down my phone for what I hoped was the final time that evening. Penelope had been texting me and recapping her stellar evening with Charlie, her first boyfriend. They’d been together for two years and they finally did the deed. She was sharing a little too much detail but she was excited and I didn’t mind, she usually was deeply ashamed of sexual feelings and I wanted to encourage her. She needed to know there was nothing to be ashamed of and that everyone is a sexual being.

I checked my phone again, because I’m addicted, but this time with good intentions. I made sure I had deleted each text after I read them. They were already gone, but it never hurts to double check.

Penelope’s parents were bonkers, Christian fundamentalists, and if they caught wind of any of this she’d be shipped off to some Christian “Pray the Slut Away” camp and then homeschooled and locked down for the rest of her life. The only reason she’s in public school is because she’s an absolutely amazing basketball player and she convinced them it was a gift from God. That’s how we met.

We were almost graduated and just needed to make it to the fall and she would be free of their shit forever on a basketball scholarship to UCONN. Convinced there was no evidence that could be used against her, I put the phone down again and got ready to sleep.

*Buzz*

What did she want to tell me now? I picked up the phone and it was a picture message. As I opened it took me a moment to take everything in. Much to my surprise it was Charlie balls deep in Penelope. She was clearly having a good time and I could make out her face and tits clearly. I couldn’t believe she’d send me something like this, it was way outside my comfort zone, and even further from hers! I started to text back trying not to shame her but also let her know I wasn’t exactly comfortable with pics like this. Then before I could send it, I saw it had come from a random number, not from Penelope.

I got really confused. Was it Charlie? We weren’t close like that at all and if he had sent this picture without Penelope’s permission I was going to kick his ass.

Charlie? Is that you?

I saw the dots that meant whoever was typing back.

*Buzz*

How much do you care about your friend?

What the fuck was going on?

Who is this?

*Buzz*

Don’t worry about that. I asked a question. Little miss not-so-virgin Mary, how much do you care about her? What would you do to stop this picture from going to her family? From going to all the people in her church?

This wasn’t Charlie. This was something much much worse. I started to panic. What do I even say back to that?