The Picture

The days ticked past at a steady pace. The group Discord chat was a mess as the guys debated what Emma joining meant. They kept trying to pull how I managed to get her to come in the first place out of me, but there wasn’t a story to tell. She knew I played and wanted to try it herself. Mike was still a bit leery about the whole thing, but the general consensus by Tuesday was that she was welcome to continue playing if she wanted. I figured that was already decided before they made all this drama about having reservations. Ben and Owen were practically humping her leg the entire night. I really hoped that would change as they got used to her being there.

Friday rolled around fast enough, and Emma hadn’t contacted me once. We were technically friends now, I think. I could have texted her. I wanted to, but I never knew what to say. Our entire relationship revolved around studying and now DnD. I suppose there was the whole picture thing, but that seemed like a separate thing. It had been almost a week and she had yet to send the promised picture. I didn’t dare ask her about it. The last thing I wanted was fucking it up because I got impatient.

Still, I couldn’t help but worry she had forgotten about it.

Thinking about it only made me feel guilty anyways. The whole situation made me feel guilty. Each day that went past without Emma showing up, I felt disappointed. I wanted to see her again, even if it was only to help her with her homework. It wasn’t entirely altruistic either. I remembered what she promised. Even if the picture wasn’t a nude, it would still be something she made specifically for me.

My heart wasn’t in studying today, so I started to pack up early. I’d go home and put the finishing touches on tomorrow's session. Probably should jack off tomorrow morning too. Might take some of the edge off if Emma was going to be coming over again. Mom still didn’t believe me when I told her nothing was going on between us. She was only a friend. She kept teasing me when she told Dad about it. It was hard getting a read off him. He was a bit more cautious when it came to new people. I don’t know why, but he always seemed to think people were after his money. Maybe there was a story involved, but it wasn’t one either of my parents were willing to share.

I was on my way out of the library when I ran into Emma. I was surprised to see her considering she never said anything about meeting me today.

“Hey,” she said, trying to get her hair under control. It was a windy day today, with a biting chill in the air.

“Hey,” I responded awkwardly.

“Leaving already?”

I nodded. “I can stay though if you need help with something.”

“Nope. I was just stopping by to ask about tomorrow. Do you still want me to come early, or do you want me to come at the regular time?”

“You can come early,” I said a little too quickly. I saw her lips twitch as she worked to suppress her smile.

“Great. Need a lift home?”

“I can walk.”

“I mean, my car is right here…”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I slowly nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

Emma’s car was a blue Toyota and was pushing a decade. It was well cared for despite its age, and I waited for her to unlock the door before getting into the passenger seat. Buckling my seat belt, I tried to calm myself as she started the car.

“Oh, before I forget,” she said as she pulled out her cell phone. My phone chimed. There was a subtle pressure in the air as I went to pull out my phone to check it. Emma was staring at me expectantly as I got my phone out.

My mind locked up when I saw what she had sent me. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, she stared at the camera, lower lip rolled inward as she gently bit down. Silky hair covered her bare shoulders and ended just above her exposed breasts. The pose reminded me of the one she had sent before, with her shirt still half-on. In this one, she was lacking her bra. My eyes feasted on her pert breasts, mouth practically watering at the small pink nipples.

Holy fuck.

Goddamn.

It took everything I had to keep myself from getting an erection. Snapping the phone off, I quickly pressed it and my hands onto my lap as if the pressure would keep my lower member down.

Beside me, Emma laughed. “God, that was worth every second.” I looked over at her, confused. “I was going to send it last Sunday, but I found myself wanting to give it to you in person. Glad I waited.”

My face burned as I looked away.

“Well?” she asked, leaning forward slightly to try to see my face.

“What?”

“You like it?”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“Yeah, but I want to hear you say it.”

I hesitated, feeling the throb of my heartbeat in my head. “I like it.”

“What part do you like best?” I didn’t answer right away. “Isaac, which part do you like best?” she pressed.

It may have seemed like I was avoiding answering, but I was actually thinking about it. The obvious answer was her breasts. I was always a big boob man. Not monstrous, but something that could get that big-titted jiggle in there. Boob jobs were also hot, especially when the girl was looking up at you while she did it. Not that I had personal experience with that, but there was a ton of PoV stuff out there to give me an idea of what it was like.

Emma was lacking in that department. I wouldn’t call her breasts tiny, just… petite. It worked for her and I honestly couldn’t see how bigger boobs would help her in the looks department, but maybe I was just biased. Besides, there was something to be said about firm and perky. Thinking about them only made the picture come to mind.

Answering boobs would have been the expected answer. Maybe that’s what she was fishing for. The more I thought about it, the less I felt that was the case. I mean, they were nice. What I wouldn’t give for a few minutes of playtime with them. Were they her best feature though?

“Your expression,” I answered. “Especially the way you are biting your lip like that with that smoldering stare. It’s a sexy look that spices up the picture.”

There was a long silence as she stared at me. It was clear she hadn’t expected that answer. Like I thought, she was waiting for me to say her boobs were the best part. Her stunned silence didn’t last long. She gave a soft huff like she couldn’t believe what she just heard. “I give you a picture with my tits out, and you are sitting there telling me my expression is what turns you on? I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted.”

“Don’t get me wrong, they are nice,” I said, floundering a little. “But if you were to crop out your face, it would just be a picture of breasts. There are plenty of those out there, and plenty of them are just as great. The true greatness of this picture isn’t the content, that’s just bonus. It’s that it’s a picture of you.” Realizing what I had rambled out, I withered in embarrassment. Across from me, she sat in silence as she gave me a hard look.

She sighed, shaking her head slowly as her expression softened. I felt the pressure fade a bit as she chuckled. “God, you’re so fucking weird.” Leaning forward, Emma grinned evilly. “Still going to masturbate to it?” she whispered. Glancing away, I nodded. “Ah-ah. I need to hear it.”

“Y-yes.”

Laughing, she settled back in her chair. “Well, at least you’re normal in that regard. Enjoy, Isaac.”