Problem Solving

Empty Glasses

"You're right. But doesn't that stress you the fuck out? Like, not knowing who you are because so many different versions of you exist in other peoples heads?" I ask. Sometimes we get deep like this. She's good at talking about this type of thing, a little too confident if anything.

"It does stress me out, I suppose. But everyone else in the world is going through it too. And there's nothing we can do" she raises her shoulders a little.

"I guess.." I want to change the subject "I hope your sister's having a good time"

"Why do you make me think about that so much.." she kinda giggles, I smile "I don't want to think about her like that.."

"You're close with her, it's weird you don't talk about it upfront" I tell her

"We're starting to talk more, it's just awkward. I grew up with her as a sister but now her role in my life has changed so much." She explains, I nod a little. "We used to share a room, you know.. we got so sick of each other that we made a paper wall between us"

"That's kinda cute" I laugh, she smiles

"We were younger then, probably about ten and eleven. We don't really argue anymore, she has nothing but love for me."

"It's clear you're everything to her."

"Really?" She asks, I nod

"Yeah, I love watching you and her interact. It's so sweet." I pause "hey if we're gonna paint do we need any supplies? We can pick some up"

"Oh yeah.." she sucks her bottom lip a little "no I think we're okay. We have enough"

"Okay cool.." it goes a little quiet, but I want to show that I'm still very into her and love her company, so I lay my hand on her thigh. She puts hers on mine and smiles a little, I smile too

"Stop.. Sometimes you make me nervous" I say, she laughs

"I make you nervous?"

"Yeah, you're intimidatingly pretty. Sometimes I literally can't breathe."

"Well that's not very straight of you" she smirks, I smile

"I know.."

"You make me like that. Especially over text, sometimes the things you text make me unable to move.. That makes no sense but.."

I do tease her a lot over text. We've texted dirtily quite a lot recently, not sending nudes or anything, just working each other up... and maybe getting off to it.

It's like texting no one else. She always knows what to say, and everything she does say is constantly replaying in my mind. Especially before I go to sleep.. Some nights after we've finished texting I can't sleep because she makes me feel that much and my mind doesn't turn off from her.

"No I get it.. We've been doing that a lot lately. I like it" I tell her, she looks at me

"I do. But it's better in real life."

"Oh totally.. Do you even think what we've been doing classes as sex?" I ask, she looks away and tilts her head a little

"Well... I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else. And it's you responsible for the climaxes even though I'm alone" she says suggestively, looking back at me..

I want to pull over right now and fuck her, but she probably didn't mean to turn me on, and it's too hot for that. Not to mention people would see.

"That was hot.." I mumble, defeatedly

"What was?"

"What you said.."

"I've said a lot" she pushes, wanting to make me say it. I smile