Truth or dare!

‘so you’re alone right now?’ you persist. ‘everyone’s stepped out?’

There’s a brief pause.

‘subtle. reeeal subtle there.’

You smile to yourself. ‘hey, you’re the one who wants to make things more exciting. truth or dare?’

This time the answer comes back immediately.

‘dare. even though I’m going to regret this.’

‘I think you know what’s coming,’ you type back, loving this. ‘panties off. now. then take a picture so I can see.’

You can just imagine that familiar half-indignant, half-turned on look on Emma’s face as she reads your message.

Then –

‘fine. give me a minute.’

It’s not long before the phone buzzes again…

‘your turn… ;)’

And below it, there’s a picture of Emma’s panties folded up neatly on a chair.

You laugh quietly. ‘okay, fine. truth.’

It takes a little while for Emma to think of something, but then –

‘does it turn you on to imagine me getting caught with no undies? :P’

You snort to yourself. ‘yes,’ you type back straight away, ‘no fuckin shit. if I had it my way you’d never wear panties again.’

You can almost hear Emma’s playful gasp. ‘rude!’ she types back. ‘I’m not like that. I’m a good girl… ;)’

Oh, really. ‘yeah, and it’s your turn,’ you remind her. ‘truth or dare?’

‘dare. :P'

‘you’re ballsy, I’ll give you that,’ you concede, ‘okay then. finger your cunt till it’s wet. then send me a picture to prove it.’