No, your Mother is waiting:

The bus ride home started out well enough, but it was taking longer, the route back had more stops than on the way to the shop. But you tried to keep your head down, it was hard not to notice that people kept glancing at you.

Trying to distract yourself you message Krista instead.

“So were you planning on telling me you were sending me to a sex shop?” you message her, the ‘typing’ icon shows up almost immediately.

“OMG! I thought you knew! I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting that, or to meet Hana there…”

“Hana Kidkus? What was she doing at a sex shop?”

“She works there…”

The typing icon pops up and takes a few moments, goes away and comes back up.

“Well I can’t say I expected that. I guess you didn’t do the photoshoot then?”

It was your turn to type and delete your message before deciding what to send.

“Yeah, It was really embarrassing though. They did invite me to come back at some point, but I’m not really sure I want to.”

“Well good job going through with it at least. And don’t say no to a second chance, money is money until we can find you a job, right?”

“You’re right, it was just a lot to deal with. And knowing someone there didn’t exactly make it easier.”

“I bet.”

“So what are you up to?”

“Guess…”

You pause at that, then send back, “Hmmm. I think you are playing more Wet Saber and are planning to make me think you are doing something dirty rather than being a nerd.”

The typing icon shows up for a while, goes away, then comes back.

“I could be doing something dirty…”

“Yeah sure you could, pics or it didn’t happen.”

“Okay fine.”

“I’ll be waiting, lol” you send back.

A few moments pass and you don’t have so much as a typing message icon popping up, and you start to wonder if you had been a bit rude. You close your phone and stare out the window for a moment, trying to think if you should message her back to apologize. When you’ve almost built up the courage to do so you feel your phone vibrate a few times.

Your eyes go wide when you look at the messages, you instantly lock your phone and look around to make sure no one saw, before reopening your phone, this time leaning over and blocking your screen with one hand.

Krista had sent a few pictures with the message, “see I can be dirty while being nerdy.”

The first picture was of the horse cock shaped dildo you had seen, it was next to the bottle of Vodka from the previous night, it was actually longer than the bottle.

The next picture was of her wearing her gaming headphones, holding the controller, dressed in a matching set of pink and white underwear. Specifically, it was the set you had worn to her house.

The third was a close up on her crotch. She was still wearing your panties but they were pulled to the side, showing her landing strip pubic hair leading down to her pussy, which was currently wrapped around the dildo, all you could see were the balls at the base of it.

“Oh my gods how does that fit inside you?”

“Lots of lube. Is that all that comes to your mind?”

“No, it’s just I don’t want to say anything that will make you uncomfortable.”

“I just sent you a picture of my pussy being gaped by a 15 inch horse cock shaped dildo. I’m not super worried about you making me uncomfortable.”

You type out a message, delete it, type out another, delete it, and repeat a few times until she messages you again.

“Stop overthinking it, I want to know what every message you have tried to type up so far has been!”

“Okay…” you send, taking a deep breath, then type up all the messages. “How does that not hurt? That’s so fucking hot. Would you even be able to feel me? Is that your biggest? I will be using those pictures later. You look really cute wearing my panties. Pulling panties to the side is so fucking hot. I wish I were there.” You hit send and then close your eyes, holding your breath. You open your eyes and see she is typing back.

“You’re adorable. 1: Practice, and lube. 2: Yes it is. 3: I don’t know, we’ll have to find out… 4: No it is not. 5: Only if you send me some in return. 6: Do you really think so? 7: I know right! I’m done with porn where people strip, just pull her panties to the side and fuck her! 8: I wish you were too.”

Your heart is practically beating out of your chest as you read her messages. Especially the parts where she says you’ll have to find out if she could feel you inside her, that she wanted pictures in return, and that she wishes you were there.

You’re re-reading her response when she sends you another message.

“I’ll talk later, I’m gonna masturbate.”

“Have fun, think of me <3” you send back. Then have a moment of panic after realizing you just told her to think of you while masturbating.

“Oh I will <3 <3 <3” she sends back.

You can feel your face burning like the sun.

The rest of the busride goes by without any more messages from her. When you finally do get to your stop it’s gotten pretty dark out, and you start jogging home, hoping that your mom is working late and that you might still have time for her task. But you can see her car in the driveway when you turn onto your street. You stop jogging. You’re already in trouble, might as well not run back to it.

You get to the front door and take a deep breath, then unlock it and walk in. Your mom is waiting in the dining room again. It looks like she is working on something, but she closed her laptop when she heard you come in.

“Out again Everly?” She says standing up from the table and turning to face you, “You know it’s fine to be out and about as long as you let me know… And as long as you do what you have been told first.”