She’d officially reached her limit. Almost sixty minutes were spent dressing up, going to the store to get that dumb toy shotgun, and finding fake blood–all for twenty seconds. Twenty seconds which left her unsatisfied and unfulfilled once again, and she could already hear him snoring on the sofa. The insults just kept coming!
She couldn’t do this anymore. She had to look elsewhere. Jen marched up the stairs and headed to her room. She didn’t even change out of her costume before pulling out her phone to find Anthony on her contact list. She took a deep breath and texted him from her seat on her marital bed.
She typed, “Hey, it’s Jen from the gym,” and hit send.
What was her game plan? Actually, she didn’t have one, and that’s what made everything so exciting. For the first time in over twenty years, she found herself in a position for a man to lead her. She had no idea how Anthony would respond. Maybe he wouldn’t reply at all? What if he hit on dozens of girls every day? Their interaction might be nothing special in his eyes for all she knew.
But she wasn’t necessarily looking for an emotional connection either. Forming a real bond with an early-twenties musclehead at the gym was an outlandish fantasy. She just wanted to feel sexually satisfied for the first time in forever, and part of her needed to feel wanted. Nothing Tom did caused her to feel sexy or desired, but the way that Anthony approached her the other day made her feel special. She had an undeniable desire for more of that spark in her life.
Her phone buzzed. “Hey, Jen.”
Now what? Was it on her? Did she have to steer the conversation in the direction she wanted? Did she have–
Her phone vibrated again, putting a stop to her spinning mind. “Send me something sexy.”
Her face lit up before her excitement quickly dissipated. Cell phones barely existed the last time she was in a situation like this! This kid was used to girls his age who grew up flirting with phones and the internet.
Send him something sexy… Send him something sexy… Think. Think!
She typed, “I guess it all depends on what you find sexy,” and sent it his way.
Is that flirty? Or smooth? Or anything? Girl, you’re so in over your head!
Her phone buzzed. “You can start with that perfect ass of yours.”
An audible gasp escaped from her previously sealed lips. Perfect ass! When was the last time that Tom complimented her body? While she wasn’t needy, what girl didn’t like to feel appreciated? She worked so hard to stay in shape, and sometimes she wondered why she did it, but this simple validation justified all her hours of hard work. The many times she’d passed on pizza for a salad swiftly became worth it.
Should I send a picture of my butt in jeans? Or maybe in yoga pants? I do love how my butt looks in them. Or…no…well, maybe in a thong? Or is that too much? Actually, there is someone who would know…
She immediately laughed at herself. Had she really just considered that? Had she actually contemplated asking her daughter for advice on how to flirt via texting? She really was a dumbass sometimes.
She slid off the bed and strutted over to her dresser where she collected a black thong, black yoga pants, and a pair of red boyshorts. She rushed back to the upstairs bathroom with her hands full. She needed plenty of options.
Five minutes later, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, completely clean of the fake blood and dirt that she’d gone out of her way to wear for Tom. She felt just as ridiculous scrubbing it off as she had putting it on. And it was all for nothing! But enough about Tom. Tonight would be about her for a change.
She picked up her phone and started typing again. “Option 1, 2, or 3?”
She loved how flirty she felt. Maybe attention was all she needed? Perhaps she didn’t actually have to go through with anything, but some praise and approval once in a while would make up for what she lacked at home?
Her phone vibrated on the bathroom counter. “Option 4.”
A curious smile washed across her face as she typed. She found herself picking up on flirting through text faster than she’d expected. “What’s option 4?”
Her phone buzzed. “Your sexy ass in a thong…with my name written on it.”
There wasn’t a single second of hesitation or debate on her end. She immediately changed out of her costume and slid into her black thong–the thin cotton providing the only layer of clothing on her otherwise naked frame. She dug through her makeup bag and found her red lipstick before turning her body so she could see her reflection in the mirror. Thirty seconds later, she had a college kid’s name written on her ass.
She couldn’t believe it, but she felt owned for the first time in two decades. She felt satisfied and validated. She finally belonged to someone.
Anthony was probably just some asshole kid who had dozens of girls do the same thing for him, but that only egged her on. There was an undeniable urge to outdo those other girls. She wanted him to think about her instead of those twenty-year-old coeds with their perfect bodies. She looked just as good as any of them, so why couldn’t she feel as confident as they did? A cute college girl would leave a bad relationship, but for some reason, she refused to do just that. She wasn’t ready to leave yet. No, but at this very moment, she was ready to cheat.
She opened her camera and hit the forward-facing button before finding the perfect position in the mirror. She looked good–really good. Her ass was perky and toned, but she wasn’t a stick figure. In fact, her current angle showed how hard she worked on every part of her body at the gym. Her back and shoulders looked amazing!
She made sure to cover her right breast with her arm. There was nothing wrong with keeping this kid wanting more.
She struck a perfect pose with her back turned to the bathroom mirror at a slight angle, excluded her face from being captured, and took the picture.
Something didn’t feel right.
Do something more. How many girls have sent him a picture like this? Stand out. Be memorable.
She switched the camera to video mode, raised it over her shoulder so it recorded her reflection in the mirror once again, and began twerking.
This wasn’t her first time attempting to twerk. Years ago, one of the younger girls at work told her how much her boyfriend loved it when she did it for him. So, like countless other times over the years, she ran home thinking that she’d found the solution to her dead-bedroom problem.
Her attempt to spice up her lack of a love life was meant with anything but lust, however. Actually, Tom seemed turned off by the whole ordeal when he told her to stop acting like a tramp. But she didn’t care anymore. Tonight, she would be a tramp. Tonight, she would twerk her ass in the mirror with a college stud’s name written on it. Tonight, she would be bad.
She stopped the recording and watched the video back as a big smile covered her proud face. She looked unbelievable. All the hours doing squats and reverse hip raises had done wonders to her backside, and she was on top of the world as she surveyed the way that her ass bounced in the video. The word “Anthony” jumped around with every movement!