Chapter Three

Through the course of the next few weeks, I flirted with him. He'd flirt back. I decided to start surfing through Pinterest to find quotes meant for crushes and sent them to him. He responded well to those.

There was one night, around three days after I started doing that, I was awake until two am. I was contemplating a question I wasn't really sure I wanted an answer to. I did need to know so I could figure out where all of this was going. He was sleeping on the other end of the call and I knew I couldn't just ask out loud.

Aj, I've got a question. 2:23am

You'll probably be mad at me for being up this late, but I need to know. 2:26am

Give me your answer as soon as possible. This has been on my mind for a while. What are we to each other as of right now? 2:32am

I breathe a sigh of relief. I could always delete it before he sees them, but I don't want to. There's no turning back now. I was able to fall asleep a little while after that. I slept soundly until I heard his quiet voice in my ear.

My heart pounds. "Sir. In the chat, I have a question." I say quietly. He hums. He sounds happy.

"I know Rena. I answered it." He responds. I squeak. He only laughs. But then he falls silent. I hear him take a deep breath but he doesn't exhale.

Well. It's clear we both like each other. A lot. So... be my girlfriend? No, not that. We'll be very close. So what do yu say? Wanna be mine?

I didn't think twice before replying. "Yessir." I say, almost like I answered a confirmation. "Mm." He responds. To calm my rapid heartbeat, I say that I'm hungry.

"I'm gonna go make myself breakfast."

"Okay. Take your time baby." I froze. My heart was beating so fast I was afraid I was having a heart attack. "What did you call me?" I ask. "I called you baby. You're my baby now." He says. He chuckles. I grin.

"I actually kind of like that sir." I say. I then leave the room and head downstairs to the kitchen. On my way, I continuously shout in my mind, Fuck. What did I get myself into? He's twenty! I'm only fifteen. He thinks I'm eighteen. Goddammit!

This same night, there was a horrible and loud thunderstorm. I'm terrified of thunder. I know I'm fifteen, so I'm ashamed of this. I actually did cry about it. Aj sat through the whole thing with me. Well, I fell asleep as the storm had died down a bit. He sent me pictures of his cat. And pictures of him sitting with his cat.

His cat does funny things. It was a quick and easy way to calm my nerves and help me laugh instead of cry. It was already pretty late and my voice took on the higher pitch, indicating that I'm tired. I couldn't stop myself from yawning a lot, too.

I spend two minutes in silence, having a war with myself. Finally, I say it. "Good night, baby. I love you." I whisper. "Huh?"

I groan inwardly. I say it again, a little louder. He laughs. "I heard you the first time. I just wanted to hear you say it again."

"Aj!" I whine. He chuckles. "Alright, alright. I love you too baby, good night." He finally says.

"Mm." I murmur. That became a habit. Anytime he said I love you or called me baby, I'd say mm.

Now I'm not sure when this happened, but whenever I was very quiet while we were on call, he'd murmur, "Rena Sabrina." He'd draw out the syllables.

I'm pretty sure it was after we got back together. We had been together for two months before my older sister found out and exposed me. She came into my room to complain about how some of my clothes went to her room. I had to hide him. I didn't hang up because that would have been rude.

She looked down at my phone. "Who're you calling?" She asked. I panicked. The quickest lie I could think of slipped right out of my mouth. "Uh, it's an old friend from school." I say coolly.

"Really?" She didn't seem to believe me. I'm a terrible liar anyway. "Who are you?" She asked.

"Aj."

"How old are you?" She asked. Shit.

"Uh, I'm twenty years old." He said. My sister looked at me with a smirk on her face. "Well, Aj. Do you realize that my sister is fifteen and what I'm seeing in this chat is really fucking disgusting. If you continue to talk to her, I'll have the police involved." She said. He hung up.

I shouted at my sister. "Do you have any idea as to what you just did?" I shrieked. "You don't need to be sexting twenty year old men when you're fifteen. If anything, I did you both a favor." She shrugged. Then she walked out.

I tried to explain. I tell him it's not as bad as it seems. I'll be sixteen within a month. He said he really likes me. Thinks I'm really cute. He said we can still be friends but we can't continue what we were doing because I'm underage.

That made me mad. I said I understand and good night.

When he said that, it brought me back to the first time we did something sexual.

I had snuck some of my mother's wine into the bathroom with me while I took a bubble bath. I drank a total of six glasses. I'm pretty small and my alcohol tolerance isn't very high. Needless to say, I stumbled back into my room as a tipsy teenage girl with a wine bottle in hand.

Meanwhile, Aj was smoking weed all day. He wasn't stoned, but he was pretty high. I became very suggestive. He sighed while he said baby and I moaned softly. The word fuck followed shortly thereafter. He pauses a moment before saying, "Baby?"

I responded in a low voice, "Mmm... yes?" My hand had dipped between my thighs already. My cold fingers warmed up by the heat radiating between them.

"Do you- do you like it when I say baby like that?" He asked. "Mhm." My response came out sounding like a moan. He said baby in that same breathy way again and I moaned again. Already, my fingers had begun to rub against my clothed pussy.

"God, those moans are so...it's hard for you right now baby." He says softly.

We ended up fucking around for a good two hours. Because he was so high, I had to remind him of what we did the previous day so he'd remember. I told him it felt good and I would totally be down to do it all again. But I'd rather us both be sober and under no influence.

We did end up screwing around again a couple nights later. We confessed a lot this time. There was a lot of dirty talk. He said all he could ever think about was my tight hot virgin pussy being wrapped around his dick.

He did show me his dick once. It's quite large and it's very thick. I am a virgin. I imagine that without the proper preparations, the first time would hurt like hell.

To be honest, if we were able to do all those things over the phone and on numerous occasions, it's not hard to imagine what he'd actually be capable of doing to me when this stuff actually happens. If he fucks me as long and hard as he said he would, I wouldn't be able to walk without shaky legs. If we aren't careful, he'd totally impregnate me.

I mean, I don't mind the thought of having his baby. I think I could look hot pregnant. I just want to be with him. It sucks that he kept getting taken away from me.

Fuckin a. I just love him. I love him and it wasn't supposed to happen this way.