Izzy

I twist in the mirror to study the silky fabric of the dress that snugs tightly around my body. It has a red lace bodice with see-through mesh and stops right above my mid-thigh. It's sexy in all the right ways. Looking over my shoulder to check out my ass, I grin in approval just as Willow pokes her head into my dressing room curtain.

"That's hot," she agrees. Her mood has improved since I decided to appease her and sneak out to the mall after lunch, ditching the rest of our classes for the day. We've done this on multiple occasions, but today, I needed this, too. I finished the history exam in the testing center and could hardly hand it back to the teacher when I was finished. Deep down, I have a feeling I'm going to bomb it. I don't have as much faith in myself as I should. "You should send a picture of that to Zane. He'll drool like a dog."

"You think?" I haven't spoken to Zane much this past week, mainly because I've been with Mason during school. We studied nonstop for the history exam until my brain felt totally fried. Maybe that's why I decided to skip school and go to the mall. It's Friday, after all, so it's not like anything important is going on for the rest of the day.

"Do it," she says with a daring smile. "You won't."

I smirk back at her and tug my phone out of my purse. With one hand, I tease the end of the dress and hike it up my leg, my fingers against my inner thigh, and I roll my head to the side to turn my face into model gear, a seductive little smile that lets him know exactly what's on my mind. I haven't been able to have sex in a while, and I've also been trying to avoid the fact that It's because my stupid, annoying hormones want it with one person, and that person isn't Zane.

"I'll be back. I'm going to finish trying on that mini-skirt. Let me know what he replies," Willow says and disappears from the curtain, leaving me alone with my phone. I attach the picture to a message with the caption, What would you do if you were here right now?

It sends, but my fingers hover over Mason's contact with interest. What would he reply to a photo like this? I shouldn't do it. I know I shouldn't, but my heart rate is shooting through the roof just at the potential of what he'd say.

I never claimed to be a girl who only commits to one person. Mason knows what he's signing up for, and this is payback for what he whispered into my ear at the movies last weekend. That can't go unpunished, so I press send to him as well without thinking about it any further, sitting down on the bench to try and get control of my nerves.

My phone lights up, but it's not from Mason, it's from Zane, and his throbbing dick is staring back at me. He must be in the boy's bathroom. Come over later and find out.

Well, that was a disappointing response, a lack of creativity, but B for effort, Zane. I sigh and change into another one of the dresses I picked out. This one is pink with balloon sleeves. Usually, I'm into grunge and gothic clothing, but lately, I've been straying to girlier things.

I have another text just as I'm finished pulling it over my head. This one is from Mason. I assume this is why I haven't seen you for the rest of the day? Do you enjoy being a bad girl, Iz?

I gulp loudly and have to sit back on the bench to type out my reply. That wasn't an answer to my question.

Mason: You really want to do this? Because I'm very good at sexting.

Me: Enlighten me, Mason. Do your worst.

Mason: In that case... I'd probably drop to my knees before you if I were there right now. I wouldn't even give you the time to speak before I stuck my head right up that dress and punished you for looking so fucking good with my tongue.

Oh...my...god. My eyes are wide as I stare at my phone, my thighs pressed tightly together. I used to think that I was the one teasing him, but now... Now I think he's the one teasing me. He's got me right where he wants me.

Mason: No response to that? Are you fingering your little cunt right now in that dressing room to the thought of me?

My jaw drops completely open.

Me: MASON WEST.

Mason: A warning? Do you want me to stop or keep going? I can go all day.

Fuck, I don't know what I want. Not when I'm sweating in this dress now. Not when my mouth is dry, and my brain has gone foggy again. The good and bad decisions are mixed, and the little devil on my shoulder takes over my next reply.

Me: Fuck sexting. Let's meet up this weekend, and you can watch me do just that. I'll finger myself right in front of you, Mason, and you can watch the show in person.

It takes a few minutes, but he finally replies, Ah, and wouldn't that be a sight to see? But if I'm not mistaken, you're still fucking Zane. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he got the same picture.

Me: And if he did?

Mason: We both know how this will end, Izzy and the sooner you do it, the sooner I'll put my tongue on you.

He wants me to end things with Zane. He wants me to be his. I've never been anyone's. I've never belonged to anyone. It sounds wrong just thinking that. I can't guarantee that I'd be faithful if I were to tie myself down and get into a relationship. That's why Zane and I work so well together. We can kiss who we want, flirt with who we want, and we both could care less. That's always been the safe option, the easiest.

But now...

Now, Mason has me considering other options. Options I've never considered before.

Me: Again, that doesn't answer my question. Does it bother you if I sent the same picture to Zane?

Mason: Wouldn't you like to know?

Me: Answer the question.

Mason: Honestly? I'm thinking of all the positions I'd like to punish you in for that. I'd get you right on the brink of release before I stopped completely. And I'd do that over and over and over again, Izzy, just to prove to you that I'm the only one who can drive you to the point of sexual insanity, so, to answer your question, yes. It bothers the living fuck out of me that he got the same picture.

The little devil on my shoulder is taking complete control now. In this pink, girly little dress, I hike it up to tuck the fabric into my elbow, move my underwear to the side, and snap a photo, pressing send before the angel comes back and tells me how wrong it is to play with his feelings like this.

Me: Here you go, Mason. A photo just for you. Use it wisely ;)

I'm taking off the pink dress with a satisfied smile when Willow finally pokes her head back in. She scrunches her nose up at the dress. "That's different for you. It's cute, though."

"Thanks," I reply, stripping it off and hanging it back up. I grab my leather mini skirt that I changed into before coming to the mall and hike it up my thighs just as a text from Mason comes through.

Mason: Fucking hell. That's my new favorite dress.

Holding back a laugh, I grab the dress I wasn't expecting to buy and follow Willow to the register.

Me: Will you put it to good use?

Mason: As soon as I get home, it'll definitely be put to good use, Izzy. Don't worry.

Me: Will you send me a photo in return?

Mason: Sorry. I only send nudes to my girlfriend. Sadly, I don't have one. Can you think of any suggestions for me? Maybe then, instead of nudes, I could show her my stiff and throbbing cock in person. Perhaps I could fill her up rather than get myself off.

Me: I'm starting to think you're dirtier than me, Mason. I didn't know that was possible. It's always the nerds... Always the quiet ones...

Mason: Let me know if you have any ideas. Also, if you don't buy that dress, I'll send you the money and buy it for you. Despite the seductive photo, it's beautiful on you. You're beautiful.

I stop dead in my tracks and stare down at the text message, and in seconds, I'm blinking away tears threatening to pour down my cheeks. Boys have called me many names and hit on me plenty before, but I have never been called beautiful.

Willow pauses and gives me a wicked grin. She must not realize I'm on the verge of crying. "He's a drooling dog, isn't he?"

I laugh. Partly because she has no idea that it's not Zane I'm texting but instead the boy she can't stand, and partly because Mason isn't the drooling dog.

I am.