Twenty Questions

Sid could feel the burn in his fingertips as he hit the send button. He could also feel his cock hardening at the thought of Willow about to lose her clothes. He could never quite figure out what first attracted him to Willow, all he knew was that the more they texted over past few weeks, the more he wanted to get to know her. Sid smiled at the thought that she was probably feeling the same way. Even though they hadn’t physical been in the same space for more than two months, Sid could still remember every detail of how Willow looked, how she smelled and how he needed to know more about her.

Their texts were mostly lighthearted and filled with chit-chat about each other’s days, food, sports, movies; whatever was on their minds. But recently, it felt different. While Sid was in Prague for the Hockey World Cup there had been a flirty late-night text session that got Sid to thinking that maybe tonight he wanted to step out of that Boy Scout persona, forget about the innuendo and plow head first into some downright dirty sexting.

From the silence from Willow’s end, Sid was wondering if he had taken things a little too far a little too fast. Sid made his way from the back patio of his house in Sewickley and into his kitchen. He set his phone down on the counter and grabbed another Molson out of the refrigerator and as he reached for a bottle opener, his phone beeped for an incoming text.

Since I was already wearing black, I probably went with something a little more colorful underneath. I do believe it was a matching set, red.

Sid opened his beer and took a long swig from the bottle. Apparently Willow was thinking the same way he was. He decided to see how far this game would go.

Red, huh? So you’re not a basic white panties kinda girl.

With the conversation starting to get interesting, Sid decided to get a little more comfortable so he grabbed his beer and phone and headed to the living room. The phone beeped as he was settling into the couch.

I am defiantly not your basic kinda girl.

Sid quickly answered Willow’s text.

What kind of girl are you then?

He waited for a response of either telling him to go to hell or….

Sid’s phone beeped.

Are you up for a game of Twenty Questions?

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