Chapter 10
Betsy
Jules: Has he responded yet?
Stella: You look so damn sexy
Abby: Hot, hot, hot.
Betsy: I still can’t believe I sent him that photo. What must he be thinking?
Jules: He’s thinking, damn, that girl is hot!
Stella: Girl, trust me, he is in shock right now.
Abby: SHOCK!
Betsy: I’m almost in shock myself. You don’t think I looked too slutty?
Jules: You looked like every man’s wet dream. Trust me. Jeff wants to play games and then be all hot and cold? Show him that you can be the same way.
Betsy: True, he did show me his cock. All I did was send him a pic.
Stella: An extremely sexy pic.
Jules: Ugh, brb in 5 mins, Nolan keeps looking at my screen and trying to see who I’m texting.
Betsy: Do not let him see that photo. He would absolutely kill me.
I looked away from the group chat and switched to the main text message screen to see if Jeff had responded as yet. Nope. My photo sat on the screen with no response. I wondered if he was going to respond at all. Maybe this had been a mistake. My heart jumped suddenly when I saw the three ellipses pop up on the screen. Finally, Jeff was responding. I waited with bated breath to see what he was going to say, but three minutes passed, no text message came, and the ellipsis were gone. I went back to the group message with the girls.
Betsy: So, Jeff started to send me a message, but sent nothing.
Abby: He must probably hasn’t picked his mouth up off of the floor yet.
Stella: I bet he’s waxing one out right now.
Betsy: Stella!
Stella: What? It’s true. :)
Abby: Totally true.
Betsy: Why does he have to be so infuriating?
Stella: Because he’s a man and men are stupid.
Abby: True dat.
Betsy: How come it’s okay for him to flash me, but not for me to send him a sexy selfie?
Jules: Okay, I’m back. What did I miss? Did he send you a rude message?? If he did, I will kill him.
Betsy: He hasn’t responded.
Jules: What a douche bag!!!!
Betsy: I hate him.
Ding dong. My front doorbell rang, and I froze. I looked at the time on my phone. 11:30 p.m. Who the hell could be at my door? My mind immediately went to Jeff, but there was no way he was here, was there?
Betsy: Someone is at my door.
Jules: Not me.
Stella: Not me.
Abby: Me either.
Betsy: Should I answer it?
Jules: Duh. Girl, it has to be Jeff. Such a man.
Betsy: What should I do?
Stella: Make out with him, but absolutely no sex.
Betsy: What?
Abby: Agreed. Get him worked up and wanting you and have some fun, but no sex.
Betsy: I don’t wanna play games.
Jules: He’s the one playing games.
Ding dong. Beep beep. My screen alerted me to a message from Jeff.
Jeff: I’m at your door. Are you home?
Betsy: Yes.
Jeff: Then come answer it.
Betsy: Okay, I’m going to go and let him in.
Jules: Text us ASAP with all the deets.
Stella: Have fun.
Abby: If you must, let him pleasure you, but hold off on pleasuring him. HAHA. That will kill him.
Stella: Oh Abby. You’re evil.
Abby: :)
Betsy: Later, girls.
I got up out of the bed and fluffed my hair as I walked out of my room. I debated putting on some shorts and a bra before opening the front door to appear a bit more modest, but decided against it. If I was doing this sultry seductress bit, I was going to do it properly. I grabbed some lip gloss and lightly applied it to my lips, then hurried to the front door. I took a deep breath before opening it and then smiled as I saw Jeff standing there, still in his uniform.
“Betsy.”
His voice was gruff as his eyes flew over my body. His gaze looked over my bare legs and then up to my stomach. I saw his eyes lingering on my panties, which were not covered by my T-shirt. And then his eyes moved on up to my breasts and lingered there. I could feel my nipples hardening under my gaze.
“What are you up to?” he said casually as he glanced at my face again and looked at my lips.
“Oh, just sexting with Nick,” I said impishly, and I heard his sharp intake of breath.
“Excuse me.”
“You’re excused.” I smiled at him. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, you can,” he said as he stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him. “Why did you send me that photo?” He gazed into my eyes, searching for an answer. I smiled demurely at him and took a step closer to him, trying to fake a bravado I didn’t feel.
“Just because.”
“Just because?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “What’s going on, Betsy?”
“What do you mean, what’s going on?”
“What’s come over you?”
“Nothing has come over me. Why?”
“Are you trying to turn me on?” He took a step closer to me and now we were practically touching. “Are you trying to make me hard?”
“I don’t know.” I stared into his eyes then and licked my lips slowly. “What would you do if I was?”
“Betsy,” he growled my name, the noise sounding haunted to my ears. “You’re going to drive me crazy.” He pulled me up close to him and his hands slipped around my waist and fell to my ass cheeks. He
