Social Media spiralling.

Is she teasing me? Am I losing it? Is she becoming freer and wilder? Have I unwillingly unleashed a beast? The sterile aroma and old, wooden smell fill the room of the positively ancient lecture hall. The lecturers' monotone voices echo around my brain before falling out uselessly. The faint sounds of a laptop keyboard clacking and a pencil leaving marks on paper provide boring, monotonous white noise.

I slowly gulp some water down as I stare at the laptop screen in front of me. Any notes I had planned on taking or annotating sit on another tab, never to be updated or read again, the page open, Instagram. More specifically, Vi's Instagram. Vi knows she is hot. She know's the effect she has on people, obviously. But this is... thirstier than usual. I recognise the background of her dorm, a small three-image carousel. A mirror selfie. The phone covers her face, she sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back, tensing her ab muscles, her large breasts held in by A simple grey bra. Not a sports bra or a bikini. But a normal bra. Her bottom half is a pair of scrunchy gym shorts, her leg bent slightly. The second image is a photo of her and her trainer. Brandon. It seems like a photo that was taken for the gym's social page. Vi is in the middle of a leg raise exercise. Her elbows hold her up as her legs extend straight ahead of her. Brandon stands off to the side, a hand on her abs, his muscular and ripped dark skinned arms completely exposed, his tight singlet contours to his body. How did he touch her here? Was it a professional touch? Or was he bold and caressed her? Did Vi invite the touch? Did she notice it at all? She said her sessions are intense; she always comes back exhausted and sweaty. Is it really from the workout? Or are they doing a special kind of cardio? The third photo is just a photo of her desk, her laptop and cup of coffee in the foreground.

'You can see the progress! Keep it Up Vi! I'm gonna have to push you more!" - BrandonPT_.
'Hell yeah! Put me through it Coach!'
'Looking good Vi!' - Sai_-_.
'I know ! ;)'
'I'm on my way back to the dorm, please don't put any clothes on.' - Ariwatchesyou.
'Don't worry, I took off more for you.'
'Looking forward to the next shoot ' - Blake_John_Artist.
'Damn' - Anon.
'I DM'd you.' -Anon.
'You look like you enjoy the darker things in life' - Anon.

God, she's liked all the comments, and there are so many more. Openly flirting and lusting over my girl, and she's liked them all. I scroll through the likes, mostly men, some women. Max is there. Sai is there.

She's uploaded a story. A photo I took. Vi is smiling, her hand around Ari's waist, the floating caption 'Need another night like this!' Ari is tagged. I'm not. Is this for me? Is it for Max to see? Is she trying to hint at something to him? Does she even need to hint at it? Or has she not been interested in me because of him the whole past week?

I can't resist. I feel so pathetic. I commented on her picture. Within five minutes, it gets a like but no reply. Brandon got a reply? Even Sai got a reply? Why don't I get a reply?

I find myself back in my dorm room. The class went by absurdly slowly. I just kept refreshing the comments on her post. More horny guys. More horny comments. More likes. Have I been bumped down in the eyes of my girlfriend to just another guy? A guy who comments on thirst traps? Hoping for a response?

Maybe I have? But it's hardly what's on my mind right now. All I can do is keep opening up the story Brandon has uploaded. It's muted, I don't care what he has to say. My moisturised hand rubs against the sensitive flesh of my cock.
He stands there, says something to the camera, and takes a few steps back. My stroking intensifies as I see Vi lying on the floor, blushing and waving at the camera. Brandon says something and then guides Vi to put her leg onto his chest. He then pushes her tight, green legging-clad calf backwards towards her, giving her a nice deep stretch in the hamstrings. Her face tightens with exertion, sweat slipping down her face, the small amount of cleavage visible rising as her chest gets pushed towards her face. She looks just like when Max held her leg and fucked her just like this. I can't help but picture Brandon instead of Max. Pinning her down, using her, filling her. Ripped a hole in those leggings. Maybe he did? She's not back from her PT session yet? Maybe they're doing some intense cardio?

Comments pop up at the bottom of the screen, some new Instagram story feature.
'Wow! She's Hot! What ym do you work at again B Dog?'
'I should've become a PT...'
'Damn, push her coach! Stretch her real good!'
'I don't know if I want to be her or you! lol!'

I should stop, I slow down as I open the story again, before speeding up when Vi comes into frame. I could just wait for her. She's coming back here to sleep. I could just initiate with her and have some real physical fun. I slow down again as the story closes at its conclusion.

Vi snores softly. her head against my chest. She didn't question why I had already showered, why I had showered so early. She didn't mention anything about initiating. Which might've been for the best, I'm not sure I would've been able to get hard again after jerking off so furiously. She showered and joined me in bed. My poor baby. She's exhausted. Her session really took it out of her... But why won't she initiate? Is she not horny? Or is there truth to my vulgar fantasies? Is there a nugget of reality in my imagination? Did Brandon stretch her out in a more intimate way? Or did she stop by Max before coming to me? Knowing that she wouldn't get any release here. Am I forcing her to find the pleasure she needs, the pleasure she deserves, from someone else?

Huh. Would you look at that? I could get hard again.