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The other girls' raucous laughter drowned out Sara's halfhearted giggle. She was too distracted to take her usual delight in hearing about one of Danielle's adventures. Instead she stared down at her phone, hoping for a call, a text, an email, anything from Greg telling her that it was ok, that they were ok. With each passing day, it seemed less likely. It had been four days since she heard from him, despite the many apologies she had left on his voicemail, begging for his forgiveness.
This had not been their first fight, just their most explosive in a series of fights, manifestations of the strain caused by distance and time apart. Meaningless and trivial things became a trigger for Sara to unleash her frustration and insecurities, and the longer they were apart and the more they fought, the more insecure she felt. If he forgave her this time, she told herself that she would be different. It had to be different. She couldn't bear to lose the only man she had ever loved, her first kiss, her prom date, the man she gave her virginity to.
"Looks like you need another drink, Sara," Danielle said with a smile.
"No, I'm beat. It's time for me to head back to my room," she replied, realizing how groggy her head felt as she got to her feet and took a moment to steady herself.
"If you really want to get his attention, send him a little something to remind him what he's missing," Danielle suggested while posing as though someone was taking her picture. "And if that doesn't work, get yourself laid, girl!"
Sara rolled her eyes and giggled. "You're such a slut, Danielle. Night girls!"
"You know I'm right!" she heard Danielle call after her.
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Sara looked her slender curves and fair skin in the mirror and blushed. She couldn't believe she was even considering this. She took a deep breath and posed, then posed again and again. Frowning, she reached up and let her hair out of her pony tail, her wavy, dark brown hair falling to her shoulders. She practiced a few different poses covering her neatly trimmed pussy with her free hand, before going back to her bed and grabbing the pair of pink, lace panties that she had just removed and sliding them back on.
When she returned to the mirror, she stood with legs shoulder width apart, her weight on her left leg, forcing her hips in the same direction. Her green eyes looked bright, still wet with tears that had escaped when she returned back to the privacy of her own room. Her poses all looked so rigid and nervous. She thought back to how nervous she had been on their first date and how she had blown him a kiss from her parents' porch. In a moment of inspiration she puckered her lips and put her hand below her chin as though blowing a kiss, leaning forward slightly, then snapped the photo of her reflection.
She smiled at the result and attached it to an email. She quickly typed in his email address, along with the words "Yours and only yours - Love Sara", then hit send before she lost her nerve.
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Laying in bed, Sara already regretted sending the picture. It wouldn't do any good and was so, desperate. She tried to imagine life without him, imagined having to tell her parents that they had broken up and tears filled her eyes again and her heart ached.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Katy Perry's voice coming from her cell phone. Her breath caught in her throat, looking at the phone to see the name that she knew would be there. It was his ringtone. "Hello," she answered her words groggy.
"I'm sorry, Sara," Greg said. "I should have called sooner. I was doing a lot of thinking and I realize that I was being childish."
It was just like Greg to take the high road and not even mention the picture, but she smiled nonetheless. She beamed. It had worked, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
"So I take it you thought the picture was a good peace offering," she said finally after they had each gone through their series of explanations and apologies.
Greg was silent for a moment at the other end, before replying, "Picture?"
"The picture silly," she said, trying not to let her voice sound strained. She was tired and wasn't particularly in the mood for this act, especially right after they had made up. "I sent a picture that I thought you'd like."
"A text?"
"God no! I know how careless you are with your phone. An email."
"I didn't get it."
"Maybe the network is just running slow. Well, you should have a nice surprise waiting for you whenever it gets there."
This had not been their first fight, just their most explosive in a series of fights, manifestations of the strain caused by distance and time apart. Meaningless and trivial things became a trigger for Sara to unleash her frustration and insecurities, and the longer they were apart and the more they fought, the more insecure she felt. If he forgave her this time, she told herself that she would be different. It had to be different. She couldn't bear to lose the only man she had ever loved, her first kiss, her prom date, the man she gave her virginity to.
"Looks like you need another drink, Sara," Danielle said with a smile.
"No, I'm beat. It's time for me to head back to my room," she replied, realizing how groggy her head felt as she got to her feet and took a moment to steady herself.
"If you really want to get his attention, send him a little something to remind him what he's missing," Danielle suggested while posing as though someone was taking her picture. "And if that doesn't work, get yourself laid, girl!"
Sara rolled her eyes and giggled. "You're such a slut, Danielle. Night girls!"
"You know I'm right!" she heard Danielle call after her.
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Sara looked her slender curves and fair skin in the mirror and blushed. She couldn't believe she was even considering this. She took a deep breath and posed, then posed again and again. Frowning, she reached up and let her hair out of her pony tail, her wavy, dark brown hair falling to her shoulders. She practiced a few different poses covering her neatly trimmed pussy with her free hand, before going back to her bed and grabbing the pair of pink, lace panties that she had just removed and sliding them back on.
When she returned to the mirror, she stood with legs shoulder width apart, her weight on her left leg, forcing her hips in the same direction. Her green eyes looked bright, still wet with tears that had escaped when she returned back to the privacy of her own room. Her poses all looked so rigid and nervous. She thought back to how nervous she had been on their first date and how she had blown him a kiss from her parents' porch. In a moment of inspiration she puckered her lips and put her hand below her chin as though blowing a kiss, leaning forward slightly, then snapped the photo of her reflection.
She smiled at the result and attached it to an email. She quickly typed in his email address, along with the words "Yours and only yours - Love Sara", then hit send before she lost her nerve.
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Laying in bed, Sara already regretted sending the picture. It wouldn't do any good and was so, desperate. She tried to imagine life without him, imagined having to tell her parents that they had broken up and tears filled her eyes again and her heart ached.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Katy Perry's voice coming from her cell phone. Her breath caught in her throat, looking at the phone to see the name that she knew would be there. It was his ringtone. "Hello," she answered her words groggy.
"I'm sorry, Sara," Greg said. "I should have called sooner. I was doing a lot of thinking and I realize that I was being childish."
It was just like Greg to take the high road and not even mention the picture, but she smiled nonetheless. She beamed. It had worked, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
"So I take it you thought the picture was a good peace offering," she said finally after they had each gone through their series of explanations and apologies.
Greg was silent for a moment at the other end, before replying, "Picture?"
"The picture silly," she said, trying not to let her voice sound strained. She was tired and wasn't particularly in the mood for this act, especially right after they had made up. "I sent a picture that I thought you'd like."
"A text?"
"God no! I know how careless you are with your phone. An email."
"I didn't get it."
"Maybe the network is just running slow. Well, you should have a nice surprise waiting for you whenever it gets there."