Mal: Every time a girl comes near, I close my eyes and think of you.
Cap: Liar. Don’t tease me.
Mal: Honest truth. Bunch of girls in practically nothing, and all I can think of is you in that dress.
Cap: Which dress?
Mal: The one you wore to that party. Your legs looked like heaven and I couldn’t keep my hands off you.
Cap: I bet you’d like it if I wore one of those stripper outfits. Can you even call it an outfit?
My world went dizzy, thinking about Cap in a thong and that tiny bra. Fucking hell, Cap made all the strippers in all the world look like an oil stain on a driveway. She was glorious, perfect, incredible. I was half hard, picturing it. I didn’t deserve this and knew I’d burn in some special ring of Hell reserved for traitors, backstabbers, girl stealers. I didn’t give a damn. I’d trade an eternity of suffering for one lifetime of bliss.
Mal: Now it’s your turn to stop teasing. Go ahead and pick out your best stripper outfit. Send me a picture.
Cap: You’re crazy. Are you flirting with me?
Mal: Yes, I am. And you like it.
Cap: Who says?
Mal: I do. I bet your cheeks are pink right now. Blushing like crazy, thinking about me kissing you again.
Cap: Wow, it’s like you’re right here next to me.
Mal: If I were, we’d do more than flirt. Now pick out that outfit.
Cap: I don’t know if I have anything.
I felt a sudden stab of pain. Was I really doing this? Was I really flirting? Hell, yes, I was flirting. With my dead best friend’s fiancée. With the girl Carmine was supposed to marry, and I was supposed to stay far away from. Yeah, I was flirting, because I wanted her like nothing else I’d ever felt before, and still thought about that kiss, that stupid, ill-conceived, desperate kiss.
Mal: Go ahead and do it. I want you to.
I hit send. Chewed on my lip. This was too far. Much too far. We’d been texting back and forth but mostly stuck to business.
This wasn’t business. It was the same thing that made me kiss her.
Stupid, blind need. Want beyond anything I could control.
I sat there waiting. The silence was so heavy, like the seconds before a fight. I didn’t know if she was pissed I pushed so hard and took things too far, or if she was excited enough to obey.
Then my phone buzzed. My stomach twisted.
She texted back a picture.
And my world exploded in heat.
It was Cap. No face, just her hair. I’d recognize that auburn hair anywhere. Cap’s hair brushed over her face, and her breasts were barely covered by this black thing. I couldn’t call it a bra. There was no support. Her arms beneath her breasts, cradling them. Pressing them together. My cock was instantly hard as I stared, pulse racing. She was incredible. Beautiful was an understatement. Flawless, smooth skin. Full breasts practically spilling out. My Cap, looking amazing.
Cap: Oh my god.
Cap: I’ve never sent something like that before.
Cap: Please delete that. I think I’m losing my mind.
Mal: You’re fucking perfect. Do you have any clue what you do to me? That’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.
Cap: Stop. I’m so embarrassed. This is such a bad idea.
Mal: I should be focusing.
Mal: But instead, I’m stroking my cock, looking at that picture.
And it was true. I took my cock out, hard as hell and ready to burst free of my boxer briefs, and stroked myself right there in the parking lot of a strip club. I was sick with need. I couldn’t help myself. This was the sort of shit really pathetic losers and perverts did. Not that I gave a fuck.
Cap: Really? Right now?
Mal: You drive me insane. This is wrong, you know that? And I don’t care. I want you.
Cap: I know you do.
Another picture came through. Similar pose, except the bra was pulled down, exposing one pink nipple. Perfect and hard. Pert and gorgeous. Everything I’d always dreamed of and so much more. I imagined wrapping my lips around that nipple and sucking hard while she moaned and ran her fingers in my hair.
I came with a low growl of pleasure.
Mal: I want you to beg for my fingers between your legs.
Cap: I want to see you again. I need to see you.
Mal: Soon. I have work to do first.
Cap: Fuck, Mal. I’m so scared. I’m worried about you.
Mal: Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I promise.
Cap: I hate this. When can we meet again?
Mal: Soon.
I cleaned up and left the parking lot. Stroked myself off in a strip club parking lot. All because of Cap. Fuck, sending me topless pictures like that. So much guilt threatened to crush me. I was sure she’d never sent something like that to Carmine. Never had the chance to get that intimate. But what if they did? Carmine might not have told me. He kept things secret like that. Carmine was full of secrets.