Robert

Bianca's thumbs moved swiftly over the screen of her phone, her mind racing with the lies she was about to tell. She typed out a quick response to Robert's text, trying to sound as casual and enthusiastic as possible. "Hey babe, that sounds great! I was thinking the same thing. What time were you thinking?" She hesitated for a moment before hitting send, feeling a pang of guilt for agreeing to dinner with her boyfriend after what had just happened with Tyrese.

As she waited for Robert's response, Bianca's eyes drifted back to the text from Tyrese, her anger and humiliation simmering just below the surface.

As Bianca's thumbs hovered over the screen, she felt a surge of indignation wash over her. She couldn't believe Tyrese's audacity, asking her to send him a picture of herself in her underwear after what had just happened. She had specifically asked him not to cum inside her, and yet he had done it anyway. The memory of his hot seed spilling into her made her feel a mix of emotions - anger, shame, and a hint of excitement.

Bianca's eyes narrowed as she gazed at the screen, her mind made up. She wasn't going to respond to Tyrese's text, not now, not ever.

Bianca took a deep breath and tried to steady her trembling hands as she set her phone back down on the couch. She couldn't believe what had just happened, and now she was faced with the daunting task of explaining what had happened to both Tyrese and Robert. She felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was in way over her head.

Bianca's phone buzzed, and she quickly picked it up, hoping it was Robert texting her back. She was relieved to see that it was, and that he had suggested a time and place for their dinner date. "6:30 at that Italian place on 5th Ave," the message read.

Bianca's eyes scanned the message, her mind racing with the logistics of meeting Robert at 6:30 while also dealing with the aftermath of her encounter with Tyrese. She felt a knot form in her stomach as she thought about the lies she would have to tell Robert, the guilt and shame threatening to consume her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and began to type out a response to Robert's message. Her thumbs moved swiftly over the screen, her mind focused on coming up with a reply that would sound casual and enthusiastic.

As she typed, Bianca's eyes drifted towards the window, her gaze falling on the clock tower in the distance.

Bianca hesitated for a moment, her thumbs hovering over the screen. She knew she had to respond to Robert's message, but she didn't know what to say. She couldn't tell him the truth, but she also didn't want to lie to him. She took a deep breath and began to type. "Hey babe, that sounds great! I'm really looking forward to it. I'll see you then." She hit send, hoping that her message was vague enough to cover up her indiscretion.

Bianca set her phone down on the couch and let out a sigh.

Bianca's eyes lingered on the phone, her mind still reeling from the events of the past hour. She felt a wave of determination wash over her as she stood up from the couch, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for a way to escape the guilt and shame that threatened to consume her. She took a deep breath, her shoulders squaring as she made a decision. Tyrese was a mistake, a one-time lapse in judgment that would never happen again. She would push the memory of his touch, his taste, and his smell to the back of her mind and focus on her relationship with Robert.