No

You tear your eyes away from the image of Randy's dick and then toss your phone down onto your bed. You can't give in and give him what he wants, right? Even if it would feel really fucking amazing. And if your body had been aching for it for days...

You shake your head and let out a low groan. You need to figure something out here. You can't keep getting distracted and fantasizing either. There has to be something you can do.

Your eyes drift back to your phone, and you grab it. You close the message from Randy and look over the homescreen. Your fingers are frozen. You could message someone, try to get some relief. That would be mortifying and embarrassing, but... it could work. Your eyes then drift toward Tinder. You could try that, right? Maybe some random sex could distract you from what you and Randy had done. But were you really **** enough to try and hook up with someone random?