Jesse had immediately replied:


damm bb, u look so fine🥵👀 send more pls


Happy with Jesse's positive response, Jeannie did just that, feeling more brazen with each taboo snap. Her cousin Elle had an Only Fans and she had often wondered how she had the guts to do something like that. With each encouraging reply from Jesse, though, she began to see how Elle managed.

There was something liberating about it. Of course, there was also that reckless, naughty feeling too, and as a lifelong "good girl," she liked this new sensation.


u send one now🫣 Jeannie replied after she'd sent the last pic of the evening.


A few seconds later, a grainy, poorly lit, badly angled photo of something that appeared to be a below-the-belt shot of a man came through with the message "more 2morrow bb, gotta sleep now😴" immediately following.


Jeannie drifted off to sleep feeling sensual and mature, not having any idea about what was to come.


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The next day, her usual "Good Morning" message from Jesse hadn't yet arrived. "That's odd," she thought, frowning. Every day for the last month, Jesse had messaged her first thing every morning.

She placed her phone back on her nightstand as she headed for the shower. She had a busy day ahead and decided that Jesse probably did too, since he was leaving for basic training in two weeks.

That thought saddened her more than not having received her morning text, so she decided to up the ante even more. She hopped out of the shower, wrapping herself in her towel, and walked dripping back to her phone.

If pictures pleased Jesse, a video would surely elicit a positive and prompt response.

Jeannie shuffled back to the shower, phone in hand, and in under five minutes, she'd sent Jesse her most revealing media yet.

Once her shower was complete, and she was dried off and dressed, she checked her phone once more. She hadn't heard Jesse's text tone, but maybe she just hadn't heard it under the rushing water of the shower.

While he hadn't responded, the notification, which read seen glared up at her, causing her stomach to feel like she'd been stabbed by hot pokers.


Did he not like it? Was he mad at her?


Was he okay?