My best friend, Ada, sat beside me on my bed and exclaimed, "Mila, you look incredibly attractive." She was fixated on my phone as she said this.

"You should definitely consider sending Everett that picture of yourself." With a tap on the screen, a provocative selfie of me lying without a top in my bed appeared.

I responded with a playful giggle, refraining from sharing that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't accentuate my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of me positioned against a wall wearing black lacy lingerie, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small silver vibrator against my undergarments, my tongue out and my eyes closed.

Ada suggested nonchalantly, "Why not send both?"

An arched eyebrow was my immediate reaction.

"What? It wouldn't hurt to give him more options when looking at your pictures, if you catch my drift," she added, making a suggestive pelvic motion with her hand.

I stared at the pictures, considering Ada's proposal. She did make a valid point. Honestly, even just gazing at them was getting me aroused. I could only begin to imagine what his reaction would be. I knew he would immediately be thirsty of me and I really wanted that.

I scrolled to Everett's name in my phone and texted him the two pictures with the caption: Wish you were here with me. ;)

When I put my phone down, Ada smiled widely. "When are you gonna see him next? Maybe you two can finally get it on!"

I rolled onto my stomach and kicked my feet into the air. "He and his dad are supposed to come over to have dinner tomorrow night."

Everett's dad, Mr. Williams, and my dad worked at CloseNet Engineering, a company they had started together fifteen years ago. Since then, our families had weekly dinners together, went on vacations together, even spent holidays together.

"Everett has been such a tease lately," I said, thinking back to all of the dirty texts he'd sent me. I squeezed my knees together.

Through high school, Everett and I had flirted on and off with each other. But nothing ever happened. He was a bad boy, a player, every girl's wet dream. We just never had the chance, which was partly my fault. Whenever he came on to me, I pushed him away, loving the thought of teasing him.

I got wet, just thinking about him being out on dates with all these sexy women and opening one of my dirty texts or pictures. Him placing his phone down on the table, his hand pressing against his hard-on, trying to calm himself down. Ending up excusing himself to jerk off in the bathroom.

Damn, I had touched myself to those fantasies one too many times. I was tempted to just let him have me already.

Before Ada left for the day, she made me promise to text her as soon as Everett replied. But whenever I checked my phone, there were no messages from him.

At four p. m., my knees were bouncing up and down, my lip was drawn between my teeth, my heart was racing. He had always replied within minutes.

Maybe he didn't want to play this game anymore. Maybe sending two pictures was too many. I didn't know, but I wanted to find out. What if something was wrong?

My phone buzzed, and I immediately jumped up and opened up the message.

Everett Williams: Mila, I don't think this is appropriate.

My heart sank in my chest. How could he not think it was appropriate? We had been texting back and forth like this for almost two months, and all of a sudden, he didn't think it was okay. Where was that snarky remark of his?

Me: What do you mean? You didn't like the pictures?

He replied within seconds.

Everett Williams: Oh no, I love them. I'm hard, just looking at them. If I could, I'd take you to bed.

Me: Then, what's the problem, Everett? Come over. My dad's at work.

Everett Williams: Check who you're texting.

I gazed up at the contact, eyes widening. "Shit. How could I be so stupid?" My cheeks flamed with embarrassment. I reread the name over and over. Still not believing that I just sent my dirty, naked pictures to Everett's dad.

Me: OMG, I'm so sorry, Mr. Williams. I meant to send that to someone else. Please don't tell my dad I sent those to you! I'm so embarrassed.

I pulled the blankets over my head, trying to shield myself from the embarrassment that wouldn't leave me alone. My cheeks felt like they were on fire; my heart was racing faster than it was before.

Mr. Williams: Don't be embarrassed, Mila. You're very sexy.

My eyes widened at his reply, and for a moment, my core burned. Mr. Williams was nearly my father's age, but he had always been undeniably attractive. Ada and I had a huge crush on him in high school.

I took a deep breath and decided to keep my response short.

Me: Thanks.

He didn't reply to me, and I didn't know what to think. I just prayed that he wouldn't tell Dad about the pictures.

And just to be certain, I hid from Dad when he came home from work. Didn't even come out for dinner. Didn't say good night to him. Just stayed in my room, hid under my covers, and ignored everyone's texts, including Everett's.

Early the next morning, he knocked on my door and stepped into my room. The sunrays flooded through my window. "Mila, is there anything you want to tell me about?"

My eyes widened, and I sat up in bed. "Uh, no. Why?" I asked, clutching the blankets in my sweaty palms.

He shrugged his shoulders. "You usually come downstairs and have dinner with us. Are you sick?"

I smiled at my dad, relief washing over me. "Oh, I just wasn't feeling that well," I lied.

"Well, hopefully, you're feeling better by tonight. Everett and his father are coming over for dinner," he said. Then, he kissed my head and left for work.

Chapter 2

Yesterday, I was looking forward to tonight. But now that this happened, I was dreading it. I didn't know how things were going to go with Mr. Williams. How could I ever even pretend like nothing had happened? Like I didn't send my most intimate pictures to my crush's father? Like I didn't get wet when he texted me back and told me that I was sexy?

I grabbed my macroeconomics textbook from my backpack and opened it up to the chapters that I needed to study for my college exam next Monday while trying to stop thinking about tonight. Because if I did, I would get nothing done.

My phone, which I had intentionally placed facedown on the bed, buzzed. I gazed over at it, heart racing. One minute passed, then two, then I couldn't control the urge to flip it over and see Mr. Williams's name on the screen.

Mr. Williams: I look forward to seeing you tonight, Mila.

I stared at the text with wide eyes and fanned myself. My God. What did I say to that?

After deciding to ignore the text, I turned the page in my textbook and started studying. But I kept glancing over at my phone, sitting, waiting for him to send me another text.

The screen lit up with a longer message.

Mr. Williams: Are you ignoring me? I could just tell your father about those pictures if you want.

As soon as I saw his message, I picked up the phone.

Me: No! No, not ignoring you. Please don't tell my dad.

Mr. Williams: It's going to be quite difficult to keep something like this from him, but another picture might make it a bit easier.

I pursed my lips together, core tightening. He wanted another dirty picture of me? I … I couldn't. I placed my phone down and took a deep breath. I should call Ada; she would know what to do. I picked up my phone, ready to dial her number, but another text from him popped up.

Mr. Williams: I'm sitting next to your dad in a meeting right now. ;)

Fuck.

Me: Okay, okay. Just give me a second.

I scrolled through my phone, looking through all of the naked pictures of myself and trying to find one without my face in it because if this man was going to blackmail me, at least these pictures wouldn't have my face in them.

When I finally selected one, I sat on my bed, finger hovering over the blue Send button. My knees bounced up and down. I squeezed my eyes closed and sent it.

Mr. Williams: I want one with you naked and on your knees, looking into the camera.

I shut my eyes tightly. Why was this happening? How could this be happening? I sent my dirty pictures to Dad's partner and ended up in this situation.

But I really, really didn't want Dad to see or even know about the pictures. Last time he caught me sexting, he threatened to take away my college fund.

"A lady doesn't act that way," he had said.

So, I took my clothes off, knelt on the floor, and looked into the camera. My nipples were hard. My stomach was sucked in. My lips were pursed. I needed the picture to be perfect because I really, really didn't want to retake it for him.

After I sent the stupid picture, I lay on my bed. My pussy throbbed at the thought of him in his meeting, dick hard against his pants. Him trying to hide his hard-on in front of Dad. I pushed my hand in my pants, teasing my clit.

God, everything about it was so fucking hot.

A few hours passed, and he didn't text me back. I hoped that was enough to keep him over and to keep his mouth shut.

At seven p. m., Dad yelled upstairs to me, "Mila, the Williams are here."

I grabbed my phone and smoothed out my conservative navy-blue dress. Making sure all of the goodies were covered up. I didn't want Mr. Williams to get the wrong idea, especially with my family at the dinner table.

When I walked down the stairs, my heart was pounding against my chest. Everyone was sitting at the dinner table, waiting for me. As soon as I stepped into the room, Mr. Williams's blue eyes pierced through mine. His cream sweater hugged his body.

Bad-boy Everett was giving me that look he always did. Deep. Dark. Dangerous. Yet all I could think about was how I took a picture of myself, sitting on my knees, breasts on full display, and eyes wide, looking like I was waiting for his father's cock.

My cheeks flushed, and I sat down next to him at the table. Only wishing that this dinner would go as smoothly as every other one had. But of course, things never went as planned.

Halfway through dinner, my phone buzzed in my lap.

Mr. Williams: Put your vibrator inside of you.

I stared, wide-eyed, at the phone and gazed up at Mr. Williams to see him in conversation with my dad.

Me: I don't have a vibrator.

After I replied, I went back to talking to Everett.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Mr. Williams look down at his phone and glance at me.

He didn't respond. Instead, he cleared his throat.

"Steve," he said, looking at my dad, "did you know that your daughter has excellent photography skills?"

My eyes widened as I glared at him, shock running through my veins. He smirked.

Dad smiled. "No, I didn't. You're interested in photography, sweetie?"

Oh, fuck me. I forced a smile on my face. "Yes."

"Why haven't we seen any of your work?" he asked.

I clenched my jaw, anger boiling inside of me. Why did he have to do this now? "I like keeping it to myself," I stated, hoping he would drop the subject.

"I have some of her pictures, if you would like to see them," Mr. Williams started.

Chapter 3

My cheeks flushed red, and I stood up from my seat. "No! I'll go, uh … get some of my pictures that I've taken.

They're in my room. It's much better than a picture on a phone. You can't ever see anything on those things. I'll be right back," I said, leaping out of my chair.

Before I left the room, I gave Mr. Williams a pointed stare, trying to tell him that I was going to go get that damn vibrator and put it inside of me. For him.

"Fuck!" I said once I rushed into my room. "This really can't be happening."

I searched for a picture that looked semi-decent to bring down to show my parents. Luckily, I found one that Ada had taken a few years ago that she gave me.

I removed it from the frame and then grabbed my vibrator and buried it inside of me. A soft vibration pulsed through my core, and I silently cursed. This was going to be a long night.

When I made it back downstairs, I gave my parents the picture and sat with my legs crossed on my chair, my panties soaked. Mr. Williams was smirking at me.

It's inside. I hope you're happy, I texted him.

I'm more than happy, he said.

He put down his utensil and slipped his hand under the table. I closed my eyes and gripped the bottom of my seat, core tightening around the vibrator. The pressure built between my legs, and I tried to pull myself out of the dirty, dirty thoughts that I was thinking about, like Mr. Williams thrusting himself inside of me.

"Mila! This picture is beautiful!" Mom said.

I gave her a forced smile and glanced at Mr. Williams. I knotted my eyebrows together. The pressure was too much. If this continued, I was going to come apart right here in front of everyone.

Mr. Williams loosened his collar slightly and reached for his phone. I just want to bend you over this table and pound into you.

My legs trembled at his words. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep a neutral expression.

"So, Mila, when did you get into photography?" Mr. Williams asked.

I pulled my seat in, hips moving slightly against the seat itself. Everyone stared at me, waiting for my answer.

"I, uh, I started … like … maybe …" I said. I could barely focus. I pressed my breasts against the table, loving the cold feeling of marble against my nipples. "Uh …"

Mr. Williams smirked.

"Three months ago … maybe?"

"Do you like it?" he asked. I could taste his hunger from across the table.

I bit my lip and nodded my head at him. "Can I be excused? I-I have to do some … difficult homework for my economics class," I said. I needed to get this damn vibrator out of me before I came in front of my parents.

"Of course, sweetie," Mom said with a smile.

"I can help," Mr. Williams said.

"Oh." I grabbed the table, fingertips turning white, core tight. "No. I don't think-"

"Mila, he's the businessman of the company. Take advantage of him while he's here," Dad said.

I gazed at Dad, then Mr. Williams.

"I would love to help, Mila. Why don't you go show me what it is that's hard for you?"

"Okay," I said quietly. I jumped out of my seat, crossing my legs over one another and stumbling out of the room.

Mr. Williams followed me upstairs. As soon as I entered my room, I leaned over my bed and moaned softly. God, it felt so good.

He closed the door softly behind me and pushed me onto the bed. The bed dipped next to me. He grazed his fingers inside of my thigh, making me clench even harder.

And as his fingers skimmed across my wet panties, I whimpered. He slipped a finger inside and began rubbing circles around my clit.

"Mr. Williams, I-I …" I stuttered.

I moaned out as he pulled the vibrator out of me. His warm breath fanned my neck, and he peppered wet kisses down it. Leaning over on one of his elbows, he pushed his fingers inside of me. I gripped on to his wrist as he thrust them deeper.

The sound of my tightness being thrust into over and over made me wetter.

After a few moments, he pulled his fingers out of me and placed them on my lips. "Suck on it," he demanded.

I wrapped my lips around his fingers and sucked my wetness off as I gazed at him through my lashes. He took a deep breath and closed his hungry eyes as he undid his belt.

"Fuck, Mila." He crawled off of the bed, pulled down his pants, and smirked down at me.

His fingers gripped my underwear from underneath my dress, and he slowly pulled them off of me. He brushed his fingers down the insides of my thighs. I stood, craving his touch, and pressed my lips to his.

He tangled his hand in my hair and pulled me back with it. "Turn around."

I turned around and placed my hands on the bed. With one hand, he fingered the bottom of my dress and pulled it up. With the other, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to arch my back. He rubbed his hardness against my entrance.

"Please," I whispered. "Please, Mr. Williams."

He pushed himself into me slowly. I clenched the bedsheets in my hand as his thick length filled me. He wrapped an arm around my torso and groped my breast through my dress, softly tugging on my earlobe.

"You have no idea how much power I have over you, Mila," he murmured. He thrusting into me. "Anything I want, you can and will give me."

I gripped the bedsheets harder, thrusting my hips back against his. "What do you want?"

"You, on your knees."