by KT Morrison
Jay: Maybe I should have gone with you
Maggie: Keep me safe or meet my parents?
Jay: ha ha. We there yet?
Maggie: Not even close. They love Max. I love Max.
Jay: Okay. I love our time together. You regret what we did?
Maggie: I’m okay with it. I know what it is. You know what it is?
Jay: I know what it feels like
Maggie: Tell me what it feels like
Jay: Ha ha no way. You tell me first
Maggie: Feels like sex
Jay: If you say so.
Maggie: I say so
Jay: good sex?
Maggie: uuuhhh, what do you think?
Jay: is it conceited to say I think I make you see stars and rainbows
Maggie: pretty conceited. what about unicorns?
Jay: shiiiit, you see unicorns? That’s some next level shit...
Maggie: it is indeed
And with that she added an eggplant emoji. Now she was one of those girls. The naughtiness was thrilling.
Then there was another melody of incongruous chimes as all of her devices dinged a new arrival. There was a third player vying for her attention. She laughed out loud, ran her hands over her hair and gripped her neck.
Cole: U get home safe?
She swished her mouth from side to side, texted.
Maggie: made it in one piece!
Cole: good. I like you in one piece
Maggie: me too. Two pieces or more would be terrible
Cole: and painful. How’s Carol and Martin
Maggie: absent
Cole: my little Maggie is all alone in her big house?
Maggie: OMG and it’s dark outside
Cole: you scurred?
Maggie: so scurred
While texting Cole her phone had binged three times. Holding it up she read three texts from Max.
Max: Maggie?
Max: hello?
Max: just tell me
Her thumbs moved on their own, a wide smile on her face.
Maggie: are u mad? I don’t want you to be mad
Max: no. Tell me
Maggie: we kissed a bit
Max: kissed?
Maggie: yeah, he sat next to me. He started it. He came on to me. Can I just tell u later?
Max: call me
Maggie: no.
There was a long pause and she watched three dots bobbing around while Max struggled with this entirely false information she was meanly feeding him. Her toes wiggled and she sucked on her lower lip while she waited. Finally, he responded.
Max: did he touch you?
Maggie: he put his hand up my skirt but I stopped him
Max: ok
Maggie: you and Jay left me really dirty down there. What would he have thought if he touched me, ha ha
Max: did u touch him?
Maggie: u know I bought a douche at the train station. Almost twenty-one yo and I never douched in my life
Max: did you touch him?
Maggie: yeah
Max: did you?
Maggie: yes
Fearing she would lose her gullible little boy she scaled it back.
Maggie: only through his suit
Max: ok
Maggie: sorry
Max: was he hard?
Maggie: yeah
Max: what else?
Maggie: nothing
Max: nothing?
Maggie: no.
Max: you didn’t make him...
Maggie: no. It wasn’t very sexy really. Too many ppl around
The thought of her hand moving on her hunk under his Glen plaid jacket was at once comical and also, admittedly, kind of arousing. You would never get away with it, would you? She supposed if you were highly motivated you could do it. But would it be sexy with a stranger?
On her macbook she saw a message from Cole left hanging.
Cole: the calls are coming from inside the house Margaret
She texted him back.
Maggie: you trying to creep me out?
Cole: I’m waiting for you to beg me to come keep you safe
Maggie: fun but too much to do. Appointment with Carol tomorrow, dress on sat
Cole: I don’t like u being away
Maggie: it sucks. bored
Tilting her iPad she saw that Jay had texted under her eggplant emoji.
Jay: eggplant? that’s what you think it looks like?
Maggie: ha ha, do you think I have an exact emoji? that’s the closest they got...I work with what I’m given
Jay: ha ha, me too
Maggie: touche
She looked around her room, smirking, reluctant to type what she wanted to. She did anyway.
Maggie: send me one
Jay: one what?
Maggie: you know
Jay: we talking about what I think we’re talking about, or maybe you got me so all I think about is sex.
Maggie: Tit for tat. send me one
Jay: don’t you have a drawing?
Maggie: mm, left it at home tho
Jay: lol hold on
She watched her iPad screen expectantly, her mouth working around nervously. Picked up her phone and read from Max:
Max: did you get his number?
Maggie: yeah he put it in my phone but I didn’t give him mine
Max: thank God. Why not?
Maggie: thank God? I don’t know why not. He was so hot. I mean really hot
Max: thanks
Maggie: you saw him
Max: big dick too?
Maggie: yeah pretty big. Like Cole but maybe not quite as thick
Max: that’s nice
Now she had to cup her hand over her mouth again, stifling an urgent laugh that brought tears to her eyes from restraining it.
Maggie: I think I like girth. Jay hurts sometimes when he goes deep. He bumps my cervix and it makes me feel queasy
Max: okay
Now she hooted and kicked her feet.
Maggie: I think Cole could hit my cervix if he tried but he wants to be careful I think. he’s a gentle lover
Max: Jay can’t help it? He’s just soooo big?
Maggie: I don’t know. Cole stretches me and I like that
Max: I don’t want to hear about it
Her head cocked in sad affection. Max did want to hear about it, she figured. Maybe this was too mean though, maybe this would be something she could say when they were together and he would enjoy it.
Maggie: sorry. I’ll shut up
Max: how’re your parents?
Maggie: not even home. Haven’t seen them.
Max: you could have stayed with me. Gone tomorrow.
Maggie: yeah. Too late now
Max: I miss you so much
Maggie: I didn’t kiss anybody on the train shithead.
As much as she’d enjoyed twisting her Max up like that, it felt so wonderful to let him off the hook. She ran her thumb over the edges of her iPhone and imagined him falling off his dorm room bed with relief.
On her macbook Cole had texted:
Cole: u hinting u want company?
Maggie: no way. Supposed to be only me and Carol this weekend
Cole: I know so much about wedding dresses tho
Maggie: Weird, u look like u know nothing about wedding dresses
Cole: looks can be deceiving Mags
Maggie: what are u doing this weekend?
Cole: pining
Maggie: didn’t take u for such a sap
Cole: u don’t know what pining is
Maggie: I don’t?
Cole: it’s dirty
Maggie: ha ha it is not
Cole: I make everything dirty
Maggie: now that I believe
Cole: thank you. I’m going to pine the shit out of some freckle-face freshman
Maggie: don’t worry I won’t ruin ur reputation
Cole: I don’t want my fans to be disappointed
Maggie: all those teen girls
Cole: I know
my market
Maggie: gross
Cole: Nah my dick is taking a break
Maggie: Aw, don’t let it get out of shape
Cole: u corralling me into an ‘exercise’ joke?
Maggie: like what?
Cole: like I’ll spend the weekend masturbating
Maggie: that what ur gonna do?
Cole: I’ll be thinking of you lol
Her stomach flinched, then fluttered. Chewed her lip again, her thumbs feeling a little sweaty she slowly typed:
Maggie: mm kind of hot, send a pic
Cole: wait of me masturbating?
Maggie: no
Cole: whew thought you’d gone hardcore perv
Maggie: no you didn’t, you hoped that’s what I meant
Cole: no comment
Maggie: just send me a regular pic
The room was quiet as she waited. The ding from her iPad startled her and she tilted it to reveal a photo Jay had sent. His viewpoint, looking down between his legs. That huge thing he had was half-aroused, lurching to one side, the swollen glans touching down on his muscular leg. It was dark against his caramel thighs and her stomach fluttered again, that stretch that lay between her anus and her vagina tightened like a string on her cello.
Her phone dinged now with a message from Max but her eyes stayed on the image of Jay’s large penis.
Then below it, a text from Jay followed.
Jay: I’ll be in Farm on Thursday
Maggie: Okay
Jay: u want to see me?
Maggie: I’m done figure drawing
Jay: you’re so cold
Maggie: I’m heartless
Jay: See me Maggie. no strings
Maggie: txt me Wed
Jay: can’t wait. Take care
Her phone chimed again with another message from her Max but now she saw that Cole had sent a photo. She enlarged it.
Artfully shot, careful light played along the surface of his very thick uncircumcised club. He’d eased his foreskin back so it bunched in creases under the flare of his glans, showing off its plump shape. He was achingly erect. She frowned.
Max texted again but she texted Cole.
Maggie: how did you get so hard so fast?
Cole: I’m always hard for you baby
Maggie: oh my God did you send me a file pic?
Cole: ha ha, yes.
Maggie: wtf? how many dick pics you send you have to have them on hand?
Cole: gotta keep these bitches happy
Maggie: ah, the life of the Lothario
Cole: the struggle is real
Maggie: send me one now. Send me one where it isn’t hard, I’ve never seen that
Cole: few have
Maggie: ha ha, send me one. now
Cole: I don’t think I should
Maggie: Why not?
Cole: I think it’s wrong
Maggie: what the hell are you talking about?
Cole: I don’t know
Maggie: You just sent me one!
Cole: that was on my phone already
Maggie: so?
Cole: taking one just for you is stepping over a line
Maggie: ??? you forget last night? crisis of conscience?
Cole: crisis of conscience
Maggie: wow. Cole is deep
Cole: Cole misses you.
Maggie: I’ll be back on Sunday
Cole: we should all go out
Maggie: I’d like that
Cole: ok ttyl pick a good dress
Maggie: see you
Staring at the painting she’d done when she was in high school, she realized her mouth had fallen open. She huffed, closed it. Shrugged. That wild painting, hanging high on the concrete wall that faced the foot of her bed, was done when she was seventeen, meant something then, a lot about being dissatisfied and being unfulfilled. She’d never admit that it was sexual in nature. Maybe others could read it because it had done her well. It one three awards at local galleries and exhibitions, and had been a major piece of her portfolio in her Farmingham package. Three years later and look at her now.
She stared dumbly at the words Max had been texting her.
Max: Maggie?
Max: Maggie
Max: are you kidding?
She typed.
Maggie: I slept on the train. That guy was in a completely different car
Max: You are a fcuking butch and I hate your stupid guts
Maggie: I hope u mean bitch
Max: I do. I’m so mad I can’t type
Maggie: guy was hot though right?
Max: I guess
Maggie: If he did sit next to me, who knows?
Max: so nothing happened? You were kidding?
Maggie: yes. But not about the douche
Max: I don’t know if that’s gross or hot
Maggie: I know right?
Max: maybe kind of both. Bad girl
Maggie: would you believe me if I told you I can literally feel waves of ur relief all the way here in RI
Max: I believe you. You had me almost crying
Maggie: I’m going to have you eating out of my hand
