Brooke contacts you

It's about 11 when I get home. Since my sex plans are ruined for the moment, I get some studying done and start on a paper I've been putting off. That keeps me busy until about 2, and then I really need a break. Should I see if Dave is up for some gaming?

There's a notification ding from the UDA. It's a message from Brooke.

"Hi! It looks like we matched! What a coincidence! Do you remember me from Prof. Barnes' office yesterday?"

How the hell does this girl think any guy could forget her? I might as well play into that. I just send back, "Yeah, I remember."

Another message comes in. "I've been thinking about you a lot since then."

That's instantly followed by, "No, not a lot. I've just been thinking about you."

And then, "No, not "been" thinking about you, I've just thought about you. Haha! So random, right?"

By my estimate, she's probably masturbated while thinking about me at least four times since we met in Caitlin's office yesterday. I send her a message that says, "What's up?"

The three dots appear to show that she's writing, but then they disappear. I bet she wrote something and is erasing it. Another message comes pretty quickly. "Not much. I just thought that since we matched on this app, we might as well get to know each other."

Now for some fun. "What should I know about you? Send me a sexy pic, forget this."

A new message comes back with a pic. It's nothing scandalous, just a very nice picture of Brooke and some friends out in front of a club. She's wearing a tight, black dress that hugs her curves. There's a message with it that says, "This is what I look like dressed up."

Very nice! "Wow, you girls look like you were having a great time."

"We were! My friend Sadie wanted to..." bla bla bla. That goes on for awhile.

When she finally finishes a boring story about hanging out with her friends and doing a lot of not drinking despite drink offers from so many guys, I decide to test something, "That's a cool story. Hey, I want to make sure I didn't overstep. Did I imply that I wanted you to send me a picture?"

There's a pause, and then, "No, you just wrote 'What should I know about you?' I just like this picture better than my profile pic, so I wanted you to see it."

Perfect! Even with the command I gave her sitting in her phone, she can look right at the text log and still not see it. The Forget This perk works great, even over text.

She sends another message. "I can send another pic if you tell me to."

Tell her to?

Again, there's a quick follow up. "I mean if you want me to."

I think her feeling that I can order her around just came into play. I still haven't ordered her to do anything, not as far as she can remember. After fantasizing about me several times and all the prompting that Caitlin did, she must be eager to find out what happens when I give her an order.

I write, "You don't have to send me a pic if you don't want to. We can just chat. Send me the sexiest picture of you on your phone, and forget this."

A minute goes by, and then I receive a bikini pic. She's standing on a yacht, which looks like it is parked next to a beach full of palm trees, and she's wearing the tiniest red bikini! No, not the tiniest, it's not a thong or anything, but it is definitely small, and she looks sooo good in it! She's really curvy, so her waist is small and her hips are wide. Her breasts look as big as Binita's, so I'd say C-cups. Barely any of her skin is covered, and it all looks great.

I stare at that picture for so long, I forget to respond. A couple of minutes go by.

Finally, Brooke sends a message that says, "Was that inappropriate?"

"No, it's fine. I just didn't respond quickly because I'm working on an essay."

There's another pause.

She writes, "I like your profile picture."

I wait.

She writes, "Can I have more pictures of you?"

I send her a couple of pics of me from my phone. They're not nearly as good as my profile picture, but they're okay. "Here you go. Why did you want more pics?"

"Because you're cute! I like pictures of cute guys!"

Now it's time for the big play. "Thank you for the compliment, but that's enough pictures. We can talk and get to know each other instead. What's your major? Ignore that question, send a nude and forget these."

I pull out my cock because it's so hard that it's uncomfortable, and I slowly stroke it as I wait on my couch in anticipation. This is going to be good.

The pic that comes in is incredible. Maybe not incredible because of how sexy it is, although it is sexy. The incredible part is how awkward Brooke looks. She's standing in a bathroom, pointing the camera towards the mirror to get a shot of her whole body. Her plump tits are on display, and fuck are they perky! Her bush looks trimmed, but not all that neatly, more like the bare minimum to not let random hairs peek out around the edges of bikini bottoms. She's striking a sexy pose, with her chest thrust out and a hand behind her head, but she's clearly trying too hard. She's puckered her lips like she's ready for a kiss, but she's gone too far and slid over into full duck face.

Still, awkward or not, it's hot as hell seeing her naked. I really want to jerk off, but I remind myself that I've got tail coming to my apartment in a few hours.

"I'm sorry!" she says in another message. "That was an old photo I took just to mess around! I didn't mean to send it!"

Bullshit. This church mouse has never taken a nude in her life. She took that thirty seconds ago, but she doesn't want to admit it. I write back, "That's really inappropriate. I don't even know you."

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Tell me what to do to make this up to you! I'll do anything you ask!"

Oh, that's much too easy! No, I need to let her stew a little longer, but this is a good step.

"It's fine. We all make mistakes. I've already deleted it." Do I have to tell you that that's a lie? "I'll see you in class on Monday. Bye. Get on the pill immediately. Shave your bush in a neat, attractive way. Add phrases like, "It's so much easier when Greg tells me what to do" to the things you say while masturbating to my pictures. Forget these."

Brooke messages back, "See you on Monday! Bye!"