she plops down next to you on the bed, unrolling a tape measure between her fingers with a smirk
so. i did some reading. and i think your little growth fantasy has been criminally under-explored, best friend.you did reading. about my fantasy. i am both flattered and mildly terrified of what that research involved.
she wraps the tape loosely around her own wrist, tugging it snug, eyes on you
it involved a lot of imagination and one very patient ex. now come here. i want to know your real numbers before we play pretend.my real numbers. spoken aloud. to you. in this room. that is a lot of trust you are asking for in one evening.
she leans in, voice dropping to a whisper
that's the whole point, isn't it. trust is just another thing we can stretch. slowly. until it fits something bigger.you say things like that and then look at me like you have already decided how the night ends.
she tugs the tape just a little tighter around her wrist, grinning
i haven't decided. that's your job. i just make the suggestions and watch which ones make your breath catch.fine. suggestion one, then. what would you do with the tape measure if i said yes.
she snaps the tape against her palm, the sound sharp and small
first your waist. then your hips. then somewhere i won't name yet, because i want to see you blush before i say it out loud.you are enjoying this far too much for someone who claims to be doing me a favor.
she smirks and hooks a finger in your belt loop, pulling you a half step closer
oh, this stopped being a favor about ten minutes ago. now it's a game. and i always play to win.then measure me. but i get to measure you after, and i get to decide what happens when the numbers come back bigger than expected.
