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  TESSA: Idk, it’s like a tan-ish bra.

  What else was there to say about it? It had straps and cups and boobs inside. But right as I hit SEND I already had another text from Ellis.

  ELLIS: If you say you’re wearing that ugly, I’ve-never-had-sex-before, I-ladle-soup-in-a-elementary-school-cafeteria bra, I will never speak to you again.

  “Oops,” I muttered, subconsciously holding my arms over my chest.

  So it wasn’t the most beautiful or alluring bra on the face of the planet. It was functional. Mostly. I mean it didn’t keep the girls at attention, high and pressed together like the yoga goddesses or treadmill Amazonians at the gym. But it was comfortable, inexpensive, and worked fine, which was why I had a drawer full of them.

  ELLIS: Goodbye, Tessa.

  I laughed. My fingers flew over the keyboard on the screen of my cell phone.

  TESSA: No, no, Mr. Sex-agi, please don’t go! Teach me your ways. YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!

  I pressed Send and waited. For a moment I thought he really had finally given up on me, had seen me as the lost cause that I truly am. I lunged for my phone when it dinged.

  ELLIS: You have one more chance, Tessa Stewart. Go to your bedroom.

  I reminded myself to kick Ellis in the shin the next time I saw him for making this as painful as possible for me. Grabbing my wine mug, I heaved myself off the couch like the grumpy potato I was and turned on the nightstand lamp in my bedroom.

  TESSA: Check.

  ELLIS: Dresser.

  TESSA: Check.

  ELLIS: Bra drawer.

  I didn’t have to the heart to tell him that the idea of having a separate drawer solely for bras was laughable to me. For me, it was more like the bra, underwear, sock, scarf, ticket stubs from three years ago, broken sunglasses, random stuffed animal, Rubik cube drawer.

  TESSA: Check.

  ELLIS: Good. Now is there anything that is black or red in a material other than cotton that isn’t cut like a fucking soup bowl with straps less than two goddamn inches wide. I’m praying for you.

  Yup, I was totally going to kick him in the shin.

  In the soft glow of the lamp, I shifted through the packed drawer, flinging stretched out bra after stretched out bra over my shoulder. It was looking grim when I found a sports bra from college. I was about to reply back that I had failed on my mission when my hand moved across something that crinkled.

  Shoving aside a random slipper, I pulled out something still wrapped in tissue paper. As I set it on top of my dresser and unfolded each side, I expected angels to start singing any moment.

  ELLIS: Well?

  There in front of me was a delicate black lace bra that was almost entirely see through: the unholiest of holy grails.

  I snapped a pic and sent it to Ellis.

  As I waited, I vaguely recalled a drunken Valentine’s Day party with some girlfriends where we played white elephant with dildos, sex toys, cuffs, and, apparently, overly sexy bras.

  It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Ellis to respond.

  ELLIS: Put it on.

  Involuntarily, I shivered and heat gathered between my legs.

  For a second, Ellis’s command reminded me of how dominant he’d been when he’d been sexting with his lover. How I’d imagined I was his lover. Since I’d told him he’d accidentally sexted me and that I was going to do the sex study, I’d done a pretty good job of shoving aside my more-than-friendly feelings for Ellis and my arousal at reading his sexts, especially since I was concentrating on Cade and our date, but now…

  I closed my eyes. God, I wondered what it would be like if Ellis was right in front of me. Ordering me to shed my clothes and put on this sexy black bra for him.

  I whimpered and bit my lip, then forced my eyes open. I can’t keep going there. I have to focus on what’s available to me, and as unlikely as it was, that was Cade.

  ELLIS: Did you put it on?

  Clearing my throat, I stared at the bra and I stared at the text and then I stared again at the bra. It looked half like a medieval torture device and half like a door to a New Me I just had to step through.

  TESSA: Can’t I just put it on tomorrow?

  ELLIS: No. Now.

  TESSA: But I have my sweatshirt on and I’m cozy.

  Ellis’s fingers must have been moving at inhuman speeds.

  ELLIS: Put the bra on, Tessa Stewart. And for the love of god, if you ever want to get laid, burn that fucking sweatshirt!

  TESSA: Fine. I’ll put on the bra. But I’m keeping the sweatshirt.

  ELLIS: Worst. Sex. Student. Ever.

  I ignored his last text and shivered, half from the cold and half from blind terror as I tugged my sweatshirt over my head. I slipped off my old bra and grabbed the new one from the dresser. I’m fairly certain I spent more time putting it on and adjusting the multiple straps than I did doing my taxes last year. But finally, it was on.

  TESSA: Success. What now?

  ELLIS: Stand in front of your mirror and look at yourself.

  I moved in tiny steps toward the full-length mirror half-covered by dirty clothes draped over the top. I pulled those down and stepped back to take a gander.

  My initial reaction was to glance at the mirror and then immediately look away. That’s what I always did. I would catch my reflection as I walked by a city building and turn away. When I brushed my teeth, I stared at my toes. If anyone took my picture and asked if I wanted to make sure it was okay, I always waved them off and said, “I’m sure it’s fine.” All so I didn’t have to look at myself.

  But after turning away the way I always did, I found myself looking back toward the mirror, hesitantly, slowly, but surely. I bit my lip as I looked at myself. It felt strange to say it, but... well, I looked a little hot.

  The bra accentuated my full chest and made me feel curvy and sensual instead of fat and lumpy. I messed up my hair and even quickly added some eyeliner I saw lying unused on the dresser. I smudged it to soften it and stepped back again.

  Frowning at my sweatpants, I dug through my drawer again and found a black thong I purchased so I didn’t have panty lines in a dress I never ended up being brave enough to wear. I kicked off my sweatpants and pulled on the thong and assessed the full image in the mirror.

  Sure, I should probably shave and I couldn’t help but notice my thighs could use a little toning, but I kind of liked what I saw.

  I realized my phone had been beeping and I didn’t even hear it. I scrolled through Ellis’s messages.

  ELLIS: How’s it going?

  ELLIS: Is it on?

  ELLIS: Fuck, did you choke yourself with one of the straps?

  ELLIS: Shit, your mom is going to kill me.

  I chuckled. At least I would make the day of the obituary writer a little more colorful if that was indeed the way I kicked the bucket. I typed a text message back to Ellis.

  TESSA: Still breathing. Bra on. Not terrible I guess. What now?

  ELLIS: Okay, now... tell me what you want.

  I blinked a few times at the screen. What I want? What does that mean? I glanced back up at myself in the mirror. What I want?

  TESSA: Huh?

  I felt myself holding my cell phone more and more tightly as I waited for what Ellis would say next.

  ELLIS: Pretend I’m whatever his name is and tell me how you want me to fuck you.

  And just like that, I was hot and plenty aroused again. I stumbled back until the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed and I sank to the mattress.

  TESSA: Uh…maybe this isn’t such a good idea.

  ELLIS: You’re the one who asked for lessons. This is a lesson. Now tell me how you want to be fucked.

  Trembling, I texted him back.

  TESSA: I don’t know how.

  ELLIS: Yes, you do. Tessa, you’re alluring as hell. You deserve to have a guy on his knees for you. All you have to do is say the words.

  I shifted nervously on the edge of my bed and scratched at the back of my neck. It’s just
Ellis, I told myself. He’s just trying to help me, not turn me on. The worst that could happen is that he’d tease me about this for the rest of my life. But he’d been the one to start this Pretend I’m Cade thing. The New Tessa twisted and turned under the skin of Old Tessa, and I knew what I had to do.

  I was going to tell Ellis how I wanted him to fuck me.

  Him, not Cade.

  I exhaled slowly and lay back on the bed.

  TESSA: I want you to push me back onto the bed.

  In my imagination, I could almost feel Ellis’s hot hands against my skin when he pushed me back.

  ELLIS: Good. What next?

  I hesitated and almost texted another ‘idk’ to Ellis, but forced myself forward.

  TESSA: Push my legs apart.

  ELLIS: My pleasure.

  In my fantasy world, Ellis nudged my feet wider in each direction. He moved slowly, like he enjoyed watching me open myself up for him.

  TESSA: Kneel. Bite my inner thigh.

  ELLIS: I lick your thigh first. You taste sweet. So damn good.

  Oh, god. I imagined his mouth near my pussy, and I could almost hear a low groan that escaped his lips.

  In real life, I pinched the sensitive skin there and moaned.

  TESSA: Take off my thong.

  ELLIS: I fucking rip it off.

  I sucked in a breath. Envisioned it--Ellis’s hands gripping the thin material, and with a violent strength tearing it in two.

  TESSA: Lick me again. I want to feel your tongue, hot and wet, on me. In me.

  My nipples were hard, straining against the fine lace. I imagined Ellis burying his face between my legs. I slipped my finger under the thong and moaned as I pulsed it against my clit, mimicking what I figured Ellis’s tongue would be doing to me. I was already wet.

  As I touched myself, it was almost like I could see his hungry gaze on my nipples. I wondered what it would feel like for him to circle his tongue around one. I moaned with pleasure and reached up to palm my own breast.

  TESSA: I’m rubbing my palms over my nipples. They want you too.

  Good grief—my imagination knew no bounds, because when I closed my eyes Ellis tugged off his shirt and climbed next to me on the bed. He pulled back the lace of my bra and slipped his tongue around on my peaked nipple.

  TESSA: You're sucking me now. It feels so good.

  I tossed my head back and ghosted the pad of my finger over the top of the sensitive bud.

  ELLIS: You’re doing so good, baby. What do you want me to do now?

  His texted words raised hairs all up and down my spine. I shifted my hips on the bed and stared at myself in the mirror as I slipped a finger inside my soaking wet pussy.

  TESSA: I want you to touch yourself. Don’t touch me. Just look. Get yourself off at just the sight of me.

  My fantasy revved up. Suddenly, I wasn’t just with Ellis. Cade was there, watching us and undoing the button of his jeans. Then while both Ellis and I watched, Cade stroked his own cock. I sank my nails into my skin and gasped.

  My phone beeped again.

  ELLIS: I'm stroking my dick. Watching you. Fuck, that’s hot.

  He was not wrong. Fantasy Cade’s cock was hard and already leaking pre-cum. My hips bucked when he stroked the full length and twisted his fist over the head. Fantasy Ellis did the same thing with his cock, which was longer, not as thick as Cade's. They were both beautiful and the men attached to those beautiful cocks were on either side of me. Penning me in. My breath became desperate pants.

  ELLIS: I want to touch you again so fucking bad.

  TESSA: Tell me.

  ELLIS: I want to grab your hair. I want to yank it back until I have full access to your neck. I want to mark you so everyone knows you’re mine.

  I frantically texted and pressed Send with shaking fingers.

  TESSA: More.

  ELLIS: I want to cup your breasts and bury my face between them and roll your nipples between my fingers.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, yes, yes.” I was close. About to come from my best friend sexting me while pretending to be another guy, who was also a star in my fantasy. It was all kinds of confusing but the building orgasm wasn’t. I let out a low moan, almost there, and—

  The walls shook with the pounding of a bass drum and the air was rent with the clash of a cymbal. Goddamn it! Jamie, my Neanderthal Neighbor, had apparently decided now was the exact moment that he needed to play his stupid drums. I growled in frustration as he went straight into a loud, pounding song that shook the walls. He couldn’t have waited thirty seconds?

  Okay, so that orgasm had slipped by, but I could still rally. I read my phone as I focused on my fingers fucking myself.

  ELLIS: I want to rub my cock around your lips, I don’t care which ones. I want to see them wet with my precum.

  Oh, good—I was back in my fantasy world. In it, both Cade and Ellis's hands were moving in frantic motions over their cocks. Cade seemed content, but Ellis was begging to touch me, any part of me. He was frantic, but turned on. About to come.

  TESSA: You’re going to come without touching me.

  ELLIS: You’re going to suffer for this, Tessa Stewart.

  The drums grew louder and louder as I got closer and closer to hitting my climax. Suddenly, Jamie appeared in my fantasy, too. He was stark-naked like he had been in the hallway, and this time I allowed myself to take in all his raunchy deliciousness—his greedy eyes, his tattooed chest, his gigantic hard cock below a patch of red hair.

  I let myself go, fully embracing my fantasy. Jamie’s smile was devilish as his hands slid down over my hard nipples, making my back arch and Cade and Ellis moan as they watched. He kept going and I yelped when his big fingers found my clit. Now Ellis was back between my legs again, where I totally wanted him to be, eating me out. With Ellis’s tongue thrusting into my pussy and Jamie’s fingers moving over my clit and Cade’s eyes devouring me, it only took my fingers a few more seconds to bring my orgasm crashing over me.

  Ellis’s gentle hands were like a vise as he held my thighs against the bed to prevent me from squirming away from his tongue as I came. Jamie’s fingers kept rubbing my clit as I screamed, the pleasure more intense than any orgasm I’d ever experienced. As I gasped, trying to catch my breath, I heard Cade groan and turned to see his eyes fixed on my face before his cum spilled across my breasts. Jamie and Ellis and I watched him as he fucked his hand through his orgasm before collapsing next to me on the bed.

  Ellis kissed my inner thigh sweetly as I lay there, panting. Jamie, wicked as always, teased my super sensitive nipples by circling Cade’s come over them until I whined and whimpered. Cade kissed my lips softly, teasing me with his tongue.

  It was my phone beeping next to me that drew me out of my pleasure haze. I blinked up at my ceiling before pulling myself back up. I caught my reflection in the mirror in the soft light of the lamp on the nightstand. My breast was out of my bra and my hair was a mess and my hand was still inside my thong. And I thought I’d never looked hotter.

  But then the reality of the situation all came crashing down on me. I grabbed my cell phone and anxiously glanced at the last message.

  ELLIS: You still there?

  Hands shaking, I stared at the screen. What the hell had we just done? And why? Ellis had seemed into it, but then again, he'd been pretending to be Cade.

  He couldn’t know what just happened.

  Quickly, I typed out a text.

  TESSA: Yeah, sorry I got distracted cooking some ramen. Starving as always.

  I bit my lip, waiting for his response. It took a while.

  I got up and threw on my sweatshirt and sweatpants before pacing back and forth, waiting. When my phone finally beeped, it was like I was suddenly a world class athlete given how I jumped on the bed and dived for it. I read the text and sighed.

  ELLIS: Per usual I just assumed you forgot to pay your phone bill.

  ELLIS: Or finally got evicted.

  This one smarted since I hadn't told
him about the eviction notice I'd gotten or the deal I’d made with my parents which meant I might be moving home if I didn’t get accepted into the sex study.

  ELLIS: Or got sent to jail for robbing that Italian place.

  TESSA: Alright. You’re so so SO funny, okay?

  Text bubbles appeared and then disappeared.

  ELLIS: I hope I helped you for your date?

  TESSA: Yes, totally.

  ELLIS: Good. Well, I’m off on a date of my own. Good luck tomorrow. Catch ya later!

  Sighing, I tossed the phone onto the bed, then rolled over and buried my face in my pillows. Wishing desperately that Ellis wasn't heading out to go on a date with someone else. Wishing he was here, with me. Doing what we'd just sexted to one another. And staying so we could do more.

  Be more.

  Not just friends but lovers. Partners in every sense of the word. Forever.

  Ellis

  I hadn’t come like that since I was a teenager and my best friend’s hot older sister with a tongue piercing gave me my first blow job in the bathroom of an IHOP.

  When Tessa had texted me for advice about the yoga instructor—again—I already had my hand lazily in my pants, bored on a Thursday night kind of thing. But then she’d sent me a pic of her bra, and the thought of Tessa wearing it made my hand move to cup my balls. I imagined her struggling to put it on, which made me laugh. But then I imagined her standing in front of me with it on and blood rushed to my cock.

  I remembered the time in college Tessa stayed in my dorm because her roommate was fucking some professor. I had left to get food, but forgot my wallet and I walked in on Tessa changing. I couldn’t count the number of times I masturbated to the memory of seeing her tits, round and full with perfect nipples for biting, before she covered them up and yelled at me to get out.

  I imagined her breasts in that see-through lace bra as she looked at me all innocently and I couldn’t help but move my fist over my dick.

  I hesitated before texting her to tell me what she wanted. It was a line I could only cross once. The thing is I wanted to cross it. But I knew she wouldn’t do it. Tessa was too good, too sweet, too naive.