Dearest Daniel

Let me explain.

So I’d been home for three days, and I was missing you so much. It felt like three years. And I was kind of moping about feeling sorry for myself, and I’m on the bed, and Ashley comes in and says, “You miss him, don’t you?”

I nod sorrowfully.

And she goes, “Does he know about us?”

So I go, “He knows we’re roommates.”

Ashley nods and says, “Uh huh.”

I roll over onto my tummy.

Ashley says, “So what are you going to do about it?”

I don’t have an answer. I’d asked myself the same question a million times.

She says, “You should send him a sexy picture of yourself.”

“I don’t feel sexy,” I tell her.

“Yeah,” Ashley says. “You’re ridiculously sexy. It’ll be as much for you as for him.”

Somehow she talks me into it. She goes to this site and finds a picture and says, “One like this.”

“He won’t like that,” I tell her, but I knew that wasn’t true.

“You’re already wearing the stockings,” Ashley says. “All you need to add is some sexy underwear.”

“I don’t have any,” I claimed.

“Liar,” Ashley says, and she goes to my drawer and pulls out this black lace pair.

“Fine, fine,” I say, and I put them on.

But Ashley says the stockings aren’t quite right. She wants to cut off the feet. “Your toes are really sexy,” she says.

“Maybe so,” I tell her, “but be that as it may, these are my favorite stockings and I’m not ruining them.”

“Fine,” Ashley says, and she arranges me in a pose like the model.

“This is stupid,” I tell her. “He’s going to hate it.”

“He’s going to love it,” Ashley says. “And if he doesn’t, you can put the blame all on me.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” I say.

She aims my phone. Takes I don’t know how many pictures.

“Are we done?” I ask.

“Something’s missing,” she says.

“What?”

“I know.” She goes to the drawer. “Ta da!” She sets Mister Blue on the bed. “This’ll get his juices flowing.”

“I don’t think—” I start to protest.

“Trust me,” she says, and she takes more pictures. Then she stops.

“So we’re done now?” I ask. Silly me.

“No, your sexy underwear is in the way,” Ashley goes.

“In the way of what?”

“You’ve got to kind of pull it to the side, give him a hint of your pussy.”

“No way,” I tell her.

“Just do it,” she says. “If you don’t like it, we don’t have to send it.”

“We?” I say.

“Do it,” she says.

So I kind of pull the panties to the side a little.

“A little more,” Ashley says.

I do a little more.

“That’s good,” Ashley goes, “but now put your finger on your butt hole.”

“No way.”

“Just as a little tease,” she says. “It’ll be hot. Trust me.”

I don’t know why I trusted her. But when she said I should put my finger in, just a little ways, I drew the line. Aren’t you proud of me for that?

So there you have it. That’s how you got that picture. She didn’t even give me a chance to say no. I was so mad.

“It’ll be fine, you’ll see. I’m so proud of you.”

I wasn’t proud of myself. I had mixed feelings. I mean I know Ashley wanted to help.

“Don’t be glum,” she said. “Maybe Mister Blue could cheer you up.”

“I don’t really feel like...”

Before I could finish, Ashley had pounced on the bed. Her hand was on my puss. Her fingers were caressing the lips. It felt good. I didn’t want it to.

“You’re so wet,” Ashley said. She had a finger in me. I was moaning. Somehow she got my panties off. More fingers. On my clit. In my cunt. More moaning. Then Mister Blue.

Oh Daniel, I came so hard, so good, so much. But even as I was coming, for some of the cums I was thinking of you. Do you hate me, Daniel? Do you love me? I love you so much!

Your Emily