Sext Me So Good - Episode 4
by Gina L. Maxwell
Is brain bleach an actual thing?
Hello there, handsome. And it definitely isn’t. LOL
What’s wrong? Did you walk in on your parents or something?
Worse.
Worse than that?! I’m afraid to ask.
Oh, I’m telling you. You don’t have a choice.
I need to share my suffering with someone and you’re the lucky winner.
Okay, lay it on me. What horrible image is scarring you?
Apparently my Nana is getting more action than I am.
😂 😂 😂
Cam laughs right along with her, neglecting his bowl of chili on the station’s huge dining table.
He’s having a late lunch after getting a quick workout in.
He and Daisy have started having conversations every day now…
Though the last time they did any sexting was several days ago in the lieutenant’s office.
The timing hadn’t been good lately for that, but he loves just talking with her, whatever the topic.
I can’t believe you’re laughing at my pain.
Some friend you are ;)
I’m so sorry. I’m trying to wipe the smile off my face, I promise! LOL
Tell me how you learned that about your Nana.
She called to remind me that I’m not getting any younger and I needed to “get back out there.”
That sounds harmless enough and actually really sweet.
She obviously wants you to be happy.
I’m not done.
She told me I should sign up for “the dating sites they have on the internet these days.”
LOL She’s internet savvy, is she? That’s adorable.
It wasn’t very damn adorable when she suggested TINDER.
Then she told me how successful it’s been for HER!
OMG, I just spit my coffee out.
I can’t stop laughing! LOLOLOL
Cam presses his fist to his mouth to hide his reaction.
He must look like a lunatic, grinning at his phone.
But he can’t help it.
Making Daisy laugh has become his favorite pastime.
You’re supposed to be helping me get rid of the image.
The last thing that will help my libido is thinking about Nana’s bedroom escapades.
Based on some of our conversations, I don’t think your libido is suffering, hotshot 😉
Did you tell Nana you’d start dating?
Or maybe I shouldn’t assume that you’re not already…
No, I’m not dating anyone.
If I was, I wouldn’t have texted your service.
The things we’ve said and done would be the same as cheating in my book.
That’s refreshing. You’d be surprised how many people don’t feel the same way.
I’m not surprised — but I’m jaded when it comes to relationships.
Aw, yeah. Because of your ex-wife?
Yeah, but I frame it as “the failed marriage” that made me jaded.
Not my wife.
Wanna talk about it?
It could help melt your stony heart 😉
Not much to talk about, really. We got together when we were 17.
She was an only child in a wealthy family and her parents felt she was dating beneath her.
Wow, that’s really shitty.
I mean, it never bothered me what her parents said bc she liked me for who I was.
It actually made me feel better that she was willing to fight for me.
But then, when we got older, it all changed.
She wanted the same thing as her parents — for me to turn into her dad.
How so?
I’ve always been a blue-collar guy and I come from a blue-collar family.
My entire life I wanted to do the same thing my father did…
Like his father and his father before him.
Alicia wanted me to work for her dad’s company in wealth management.
So that’s why you got divorced?
Because you didn’t want to do that?
No, she eventually filed bc I was married to my job instead of her.
Her words.
Is that what you believe, too?
Cam sighs, trying to think of how to answer that.
It’d been something he thought of a lot in the last year.
It’s not like I was ever home. Not much, anyway.
It’s what made me realize that guys like me aren’t cut out for “forever.”
But just because it was HER perception doesn’t mean that another woman would’ve felt the same.
Meaning…?
Meaning you didn’t necessarily do anything wrong just by having a demanding job.
My dad is a cop. He was gone a LOT when I was growing up, but my mom was amazing.
She supported him, even when it sometimes felt like she was raising me and my sisters alone.
Your mom sounds great.
She is. But that’s not my point.
You didn’t have the wrong job — and still don’t.
You had the wrong woman.
Cam sits back in his chair and considers that for a second, but decides it’s a moot point.
We may not have been a good match, but I can’t blame her reasons for leaving.
It was hard for her to understand the demands of my job…
So she assumed I was cheating on her. It’s understandable.
CJ, I don’t mean to sound harsh, but I think you’re giving her too much credit.
You strike me as very loyal and honorable.
If she knew you for all those years…
Then she would have never jumped to that conclusion.
But why would she accuse me?
Again, I don’t want to call out someone whom I don’t even know, but…
Some people project their own issues onto others.
I dealt with a situation like that.
I was with my ex for two years before he broke up w/ me because I “made him feel like less of a man.”
What the hell does that mean?
He couldn’t get me off in bed.
WTF
He said that was YOUR fault???
Apparently. He claimed he never had a problem with other women so the problem was with me.
Daisy, that’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.
The problem was that he wasn’t much of a man if he didn’t take the time to learn how to please you.
I know — that’s exactly my point.
It was HIS issue, but it made him feel better to blame me.
I think it’s possible that your ex did the same thing to you, but obviously for different reasons.
The relationship wasn’t working out for her so she started blaming you.
You’re right that you may not have been blameless, but it also couldn’t have been ALL your fault.
Logically I know that’s true, but that’s not how it feels.
There’s something my mother has told me more times than I can count…
Anger is heavy. Let it go.
In your case, I’d say that self-blame is just as heavy. Let it go, CJ.
Cam had to admit she made a decent point, but he just didn’t want to think about it anymore.
And he sure as hell didn’t want to waste any more time talking to Daisy about his ex.
There’s far more interesting things to talk about, like…
I know one thing for sure.
If I was lucky enough to have you in my bed every night…
I’d make sure you came for me again and again, until you begged me to stop.
Mmm, I like the sound of that. A LOT. I’m curious…
What are some of the things you’d try?
You know, hypothetically speaking 😉
If I had my way, there’d be nothing hypothetical about it, baby.
I’d explore every inch of your body until I knew all the things that make you go crazy.
I’d pay close attention to the way your breathing changes, the way your body responds…
I’d listen for every gasp, every whimper, every moan.
Damn, CJ. I don’t think anyone’s ever been that attentive with me.
I didn’t even think it was possible for a man to be so observant of his lover.
Then you’ve been with all the wrong men, sweetheart.
Cam’s head jerks up when the tones go off in the station.
Cursing, he sets his uneaten bowl of chili in the kitchen sink.
He fires off a quick text on his way to the truck bay.
Sorry, I’m being called in. Gotta go do my thing.
Okay, good luck!
I’ll text later if I can.
He goes to put his phone away but stops to add one last thing.
I’ll be thinking of you.
Me too — I rarely stop 💋
Cam’s chest damn near puffs up in a mix of pride and satisfaction.
He feels lighter somehow as he joins the rest of the guys by the engine.
Today’s conversation had been more personal than they dared get before.
It gave him hope that she’ll continue to open up…
Maybe she’d even agree to take things further than just texting.
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