Meeting Alice

I glanced down at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time that evening, the screen's glow cutting through the dim light of the cramped bedroom I was sharing with three of my mates. The house was packed—twelve guys total, all crammed into this beach rental for the week—and the constant noise of laughter, video games, and clinking beers made it easy to tune everything out. No one had a clue what I was really doing. My name's Chris. Twenty-one, fresh out of uni for the summer, and supposedly here to blow off steam with the boys before heading back home. But ever since that match popped up on Tinder two days ago, the trip had taken a very different turn.

Alice. 18. Her profile pic was a killer: long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, a mischievous smile, and those bright green eyes that seemed to pull you in. We matched instantly. The first message from her was bold: "Hey stranger, you look like trouble. What's a guy like you doing so far from home?"

I fired back something flirty, and it escalated fast. By that night we were messaging non-stop. She sent the first Snapchat—a teasing mirror selfie in a cropped tank top, no bra, her nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. "Thinking about you," the caption read. My cock twitched hard in my shorts as I replied with one of my own, shirtless in the bathroom, the outline of my growing bulge obvious.

The sexting got dirtier from there. She'd describe how wet she was just from chatting with me, how she wanted my hands on her tight little body. I'd tell her exactly how I'd pin her down and fuck her senseless. Voice notes, more Snaps—her biting her lip, fingers slipping under her waistband. We kept it going through the days too, whenever I could sneak away from the group. No one noticed. They thought I was just "tired" or "hungover."

By day four, the tension was unbearable. My dick was aching constantly, and jerking off quietly in the shared bathroom wasn't cutting it anymore.

Then, that afternoon, she sent the message that changed everything:

Alice: "I can't stop thinking about you coming over. My parents are away for the weekend. House is empty. You should ditch the drive home tomorrow and come straight here instead. I'll make it worth your while ?"

My heart raced. The boys were planning to head back in the morning, but fuck that. I could make an excuse—say I was catching a ride with someone else or extending my stay. I typed back quickly.

Me: "I'm in. Send me the address, gorgeous. I need to feel how soaked you are for real."

Her reply came with a pin drop and another Snap: her lying on her bed in just lace panties, legs spread, one hand between her thighs. "Hurry. I've been edging myself all week waiting for this."

I was rock hard just staring at it. The rest of the evening blurred by—fake smiles with the guys, packing my bag quietly, mind already racing ahead to what was coming. The drive to her place would take a couple hours. I'd be there by late evening if I left early enough.

As I slipped into my sleeping bag that night, phone in hand for one last filthy exchange, I felt a surge of anticipation. This was reckless. Exciting. And about to get very, very real.