Nate ran as fast as he could – down the hall, up a few flights of stairs and down another hall before he realized that no one was even chasing him. Maybe they weren’t so dead-set on tormenting him. Or else Caleb and his company were just too lazy to go after him.
Nate stopped for a moment to catch his breath. This part of Dixon Hall was mostly shared offices for grad students. There were several people around. He was safe here.
He felt his phone vibrate.
Hi its Molly
Molly? He was instantly suspicious, but he also felt a slight jolt of excitement. Why was adorable Molly texting him?
Sorry if i embrsd u
No prob. Sorry i ran
Its ok Caleb was a jerk. U r cute tho
Thx :) So r u
So lets get tgthr
Oh?
I knw its crzy. No rush - thk abt it. Bye cutie
The sensible part of Nate’s brain told him to politely decline. She was best buds with Caleb, the guy who had just wanted him to whip out his dick. And she plainly had a mischievous streak of her own.
But she was hot.
Nate groaned. What should he do?
Then his phone buzzed again. It was from Molly. She was in front of a mirror. She’d shimmied out of the straps of her sundress and let it fall down to reveal a pink lacy bra that barely concealed her firm, petite breasts.
Nate was instantly hard.
How the fuck was he supposed to respond to this? No one had ever sexted him before.
Nate peered down the hallway. There was a public restroom just a few steps away, a private place where he could take his own picture to send back. Looking furtively around him, he entered it. Whew, it was empty. He was not doing anything that extraordinary – sexting was commonplace these days – but he still felt like he was doing something illicit, even perverted. Yet these feelings did nothing to dampen his small erection, which was now straining against his jeans.
Then he realized, he wasn’t even sure what sort of picture to take. What was the appropriately sexy response to seeing Molly in her bra?
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