It has been nine days since my first post and things have changed dramatically. Like, Regina George dramatically. I went from a mass list of over thirty boys to one. Way not healthy. Alessandro says it’s because I’m going soft; so much so that I have turned into a paranoid spastic middle-schooler. Totally not cool. So in order to up my uncoolness factor, I did the two most pathetic—but extremely hot?—things known to man, phone sex and giving a show.
Well, we all know that the first one was coming. I mean, it’s no surprise. Phone sex is just a step away from cybering. I mean, he did already show me his cock a million times. (Yes, it’s Jude. No surprise there either.) So it was a matter of time that I totally reciprocated with my st…st...stutter. Which he said was mad “cute” since he thought that I was getting really hot and heavy. And although that was partly true, the real truth is that I’m just a nervous wreck 24/7.
But when I finally got my new webcam, I was even more of a nervous, spastic wreck. Every conversation would be me trying to multitask by talking to him and doing homework, texting, or whatever. So it was one-sided. Way, way awkward.
So to make it up to him, I attempted to give him a show. Instead, I fumbled with my belt for a whole minute before I just pushed down my dress; and then showed one boob, saying “I think my nipple might be deformed.” But fortunately or unfortunately (I haven’t decided), he didn’t see anything since I was lying on my stomach. So then I quickly said bye and thanked the gods that best friend Tevye decided to video call me at that precise moment. And then we talked about life and stuff, while I covered my half naked body with my deshevled blankets. Way magnificent.