Me: Okay, I'm ready to kick your ass.

LoveFighter: Are you sure?

Me: Positive.

LoveFighter: The practice went that well?

Well, it went to shit because I realized that my guard was down and this princess needed her moat with alligators and those guardsmen with bows and arrows.

Did I actually think I was a princess? Not all the time.

Me: Yup, I am now a black belt in karate and can take down a bear.

LoveFighter: Are you sure you can take down this?

Picture message!

The app alerted me and I noped the hell out of it. Like how I handled most things on the internet after I found it intense, I threw my phone onto my floor and stared at it like it was some type of monster. Well, I guess it was nothing more than a holder for the monster.

I didn't know why it freaked me out whenever Tj sent me a photo. It's not like that I didn't want to see him, it's just that I didn't. I didn't want him to actually be some perverted asshole that wanted something more than I was willing to give. It was the risk of losing him and a talking buddy that made me scared.

My chubby fingers stretched, trying to snatch the phone that was lying silently on the floor. They squirmed as they searched for the cool feeling of the technology while regretting ever throwing the damn thing in the first place. It would have been faster to just get up.

A bunch of tattoos, including the green melting zombie, appeared when I reopened the phone. His body looked relaxed on his black sheets though he didn't have a blanket. If we were in the same time zone then we would have been near each other and had the same weather. I wonder if he was freezing just to send me a picture of nothing but him in boxers.

"Shit." I said out loud.

Tj must have been flexing extra hard or somehow photoshop himself. Something that made him appear to be that of features that did not look bad. Plus that boy had a six pack. Not that I didn't have a six pack, which I did. It was just a six pack of pudding.

Me: Nothing I couldn't handle.

Okay, by now I am willing to admit that I am not smooth. Butter is not me, if anything, I'm as smooth as a gravel road. But at that moment, I had to smoother than peanut butter. And cool. I had to be cooler than a cucumber instead of throwing my phone like some little baby. If Tj was going to show off... why couldn't I?

I clicked out of our chat for a moment to make sure that I was still on an app that was home for bbw's, and went back to the chat once again where Tj was waiting. Slowly, my fingers curled at the hem of my shorts and slightly hiked them up to a little more of my thick thighs. The skin hated me for uncovering them from the material but the flesh was going to take the cool air for a few moments.

A flash shot through my room as my phone took a picture and allowed for my thighs to be clearly seen in the photo. They were thick, plump and cold but they did not look bad. If anything, they looked good.

I sent the photo.

Me: Thick thighs may save lives but not yours lmao.

He immediately replied.

LoveFighter: I would gladly die because of those thighs.

Me: Haha, I take it that you like them?

Internal squeals vibrated the back of my throat and my bed squeaked when my legs re-positioned themselves into a crossing position. My heart pounded, in excitement and by my ego being boosted to almost oblivion.

LoveFighter: Yus.

Me: Yus?

LoveFighter: It's like 'yes' but 10 times more.

Me: You may get another one.

LoveFighter: Really? I'd happily take it haha.

Me: I don't know......

LoveFighter: Well maybe you'll get another picture.

I hate to admit but I wouldn't mind another picture.

Me: What would you send?

My heart thumped in my ears, pumping blood in my veins loudly. Mostly because I didn't really think at that moment. Something came over me and used my fingers to type. Pretty sure it was one of the demons that Stacey and Matt had summoned up. Damn them but then again, it did help me be cool and smooth.

LoveFighter: Well aren't you interested, Flora ;)

Me: I just need to know if I should block yo ass.

LoveFighter: Pfft, we both know that you're not going to do that. We also both know that you want to know what I'm willing to send and let's just say, you wouldn't be disappointed.

Me: Tj, have you been drinking?

LoveFighter: Why do you say that?

Me: You're being a little pervy.

LoveFighter: There's a slight chance.

Me: Go to bed dumb dumb.

LoveFighter: Why am I dumb?

Me: You drink and smoke.

LoveFighter: Hey, I'm working on the smoking part.

Me: And I'm working on the picture I'm going to send you.

Okay, that was a lie. I actually exited out of the app and decided it was time for me to sleep and hopefully for Tj to sleep. My heart was still racing faster than a horse but I had to calm it down unless I wanted to go into cardiac arrest and that would be awkward to explain to my mom. You know the good ole 'hey mom, I'm slowly dying because some drunk guy on the Internet that you wanted to take down anyway, showed me a picture of his abs and he said he would gladly die because of my thighs' talk.

CUTESY!

My head shook and rolled on the pillow to get away from the phone. I didn't want to answer because I was lazy, tired and I wasn't going to actually send him anything. He was going to have to wait.

CUTESY!

I should have never sent that picture.

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