Yes

You hurried to your door and made sure it was locked, then sat back on your bed, phone in hand. You peeled your sweatshirt off, tossing it onto the floor, leaving you only in your new bra. One of your new bras. Looking down, you had the thought that it was pretty boring. Just fabric, no lace or anything.

You held your phone out, set to selfie mode, and tried to get a good angle. Plus, you didn't really want your face to be in the frame. You finally settled for one where only your lips down were in the shot, your chest prominently on display. It didn't look bad. You sent the picture off and put your phone down on the bed, laying back.

You could see your breasts move with each breath. Your mind was buzzing, thoughts all but stalled. Why had you sent that? That was so stupid. Now there was a picture of you out there in just a bra. You didn't really think James would sent it to anyone or anything, but still. What if someone got a hold of his phone? Or... you weren't even sure what else to be worried about.

Plus, it wasn't even a super great pic. Like, you could assume people who sent pictures like that on the reg were okay with it because it at least got them somewhere, right? Like, if they sent it to get someone horny then there was that, but this?

Your phone buzzed, and you eyes it for a moment before picking it up and checking. A response from James.

James: Wow, I knew they were big, but...

James: They look amazing. So hot.

You felt flushed, your eyebrows shooting up. You looked at the picture you sent again, analyzing it. He thought it was hot? Why?

Me: There's no way you think that's hot. My plain ass bra? Really?

James: It for sure is. You have some rocking tits. Want proof?

Me: Proof?

James was quick to respond with a picture of him, sitting on his bed, dick out. It was hard as a rock, about six and a half inches long. He had his free hand wrapped around the base. You dropped your phone, hand moving to your face to cover your eyes and rub at the bridge of your nose all at once. After a moment, you picked your phone up, glancing at the picture again for a second before typing out replies.

Me: What the hell dude

Me: Why are you sending me that?

Me: Why is your freaking dick out?

James: You sent me a hot pic, what else was I gonna do?

You let that sink in for a moment, then hastily replied.

Me: You're jerking off to a pic of my tits?

You saw the symbol indicating he was typing, then it stopped. After a moment, a video file came through instead. You hesitated for a moment before hitting play. You watched as a similar scene was displayed, James with his dick in hand. He stroked it slowly,going from base to tip, then back down. Something about it held your attention, your eyes following his hand. As the video ended, another message came through.

James: Wanna send some more stuff to help me along?