Maya's Choice by Earl Sewell Read Free Book Online

with it because I love you and I’ll do anything to make sure that I stay on your mind. Come on, Maya, just this one time.” Misalo was making me feel both guilty and obligated to fulfill his little fantasy. I didn’t know what to do or say, so I remained quiet.
    â€œForget it. I’ll talk to you later.” I could hear the frustration and disappointment in his voice.
    â€œWait a minute. How can you just cut me off like that?” I asked, wanting him to remain on the line.
    â€œYou’re not going to do it for me. I know you’re not. People do it all the time and it’s no big deal. It’s not like I’m asking you to make it your profile photo on Facebook. You make it sound as if I’m asking you to put on a pair of thong panties and record yourself doing some kind of stripper dance for all of the lurkers and perverts on YouTube. This would be something between two people who love each other. No one will know except us.” Misalo really made me feel bad for denying him.
    â€œWhat do you want to see?” I asked, dreading the response he was going to give.
    â€œEverything. Just go stand naked in front of a mirror, take the photo and send it to me. I’ll look at it and then delete it.”
    â€œYou promise you’re going to delete it, right? ”
    â€œTrust me, Maya. I will. I just need this. I need to see you.” Misalo begged for me to provide him with the freakiness he desired.
    â€œFine.” I reluctantly agreed to do it.
    â€œGreat, I’m waiting for it.” Misalo’s voice once again sounded cheery and that made me even more uneasy.
    â€œI’ll do it tomorrow,” I said, suddenly getting cold feet.
    â€œNo. I want it right now!” he snapped.
    â€œI look crazy right now, Misalo.” I hoped he’d hear how emotionally conflicted I was about doing it.
    â€œI don’t care. We’re going to always be together and sooner or later I’m going to see exactly what you look like whenyou’re asleep and when you first wake up. I don’t care how your hair looks. Just do it, Maya.”
    I sighed, then reluctantly surrendered to his will. “Okay. I’ll go do it now.”
    â€œCool. No one will ever see the pictures, I promise,” he said.
    â€œOkay, I’ll call you back once I’ve taken them and sent them to you. I want to make sure that only you receive the pictures.”
    â€œI’ll be waiting,” he said and hung up.
    I exhaled as I got out of bed and turned on my bedroom light. There was a full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door. I stood in front of it and thought to myself, Maya, he loves you. He’s not like other boys and it’s the least you can do for the guy who saved your life. I studied my reflection and I truly did not look attractive. I didn’t have on any makeup, my hair wasn’t styled and I certainly looked as if I’d just awoken. I went to the bathroom, and freshened up. When I came back to my room I shut the door and once again looked at myself in the mirror. Just as I was about to take off my pajamas and send him a nude photo I came up with a brilliant idea. My mom and I had recently been shopping. I’d purchased numerous pairs of matching bra-and-panty sets. Since pink was my favorite color, I decided that I was much more comfortable sending him provocative photos of myself in underwear. In my mind the photos would be revealing enough.
    With those thoughts in my head, I took a number of playful photos. A kissy-face shot, the innocent girl shot, the who-you-looking-at shot, and another one looking over my shoulder and showing my tush. The final photo was of mestraddling the chair with some black high-heeled shoes on. All of the photos were tricky to get because I was using the full-length mirror to capture my reflection. However, I thought the photos I sent were fun and flirtatious.
    The moment directly after I forwarded the final