Scott

You open Sara's conversation with Scott, and start scrolling through the most recent messages.

For a while now, Scott seemed to be messaging her at least once a day, and she never replied. The messages are all of a similar nature; "Hey...", "Been a while...", "Long time no see, how you doing?", etc.

Those go about two months back, long before the beginning of the college term. Finally, you see a long message from Sara, which effectively seemed to indicate the end of a long relationship between her and Scott.

Before that is a lot of back and forth, the preceding argument seemed to last hours. You don't feel like getting into the details now, but if this was her ex-boyfriend, there was a chance that she had shared something interesting with him at some point in time.

You keep scrolling, and the messages eventually turn into a normal conversation between the two of them.

You're now looking about four months into the past now, back when Sara must have still been in her senior year of high school, and you finally find what you were looking for.

You see an image of Sara, lying on a bed, absolutely naked. She was lying on her back, her large supple breasts flattened by gravity against her chest. She was smiling and holding the camera aloft with one hand, while her other hand was between her legs.

The arousal you feel in finding this photo is unreal. You start trembling with excitement, and without a second's hesitation, you unzip your pants, and pull them and your underwear down to your thighs, sitting your bare ass down on Sara's desk chair. You take your dominant hand away from the laptop and start stroking yourself as you study the marvelous image. You don't know if you're going to get the opportunity to save this photo, so you carefully try and memorize ever square inch of it. You study the curve of her body and the curve of her smile. You pay attention to the color of her tan line, the color of her nipples, soaking it all in.

Finally satisfied with your memory of that image, you continue scrolling. The immediately preceding image was another image, from the same bed in the same room, presumably taken right before the other. In this one she was lying face down, the bottom half of her face covered by a blanket, but the shape of the top half of her face seems to imply that she was laughing. Her body is still bare, and you can see the gentle slope of her back, leading into her broad ass in the top of the image.

You repeat your process of diligent note-taking as you masturbate with vigor. You continue to scroll, and it's quickly apparent that Sara had been teasing Scott with the images, removing one piece of clothing at a time, you're just viewing them in reverse since you're moving back in time. In this way, you see her don a lacy black set of matching bra and panties, a pair of green short shorts, and a gray tank top. Finally, the last photo you see in the set is of her in a pink sweatshirt, under a blanket, accompanied with the message to him: "missing you..."

Before you allow yourself to cum, you are determined to make sure that you see all there is to see, and quickly scroll through all of her message history with Scott, scanning only for images. You soon find a wide collection of memes, jokes, and casual photos of Sara and other friends, but nothing as dirty as that first set.

You keep scrolling, determined, but reach the beginning of their conversation more than 2 years ago without finding anything else. Satisfied that the glorious set of pictures four months ago really are all there is to see, you scroll back to those images and stroke yourself with determination to cum, this time appreciating the photos in their proper order. You watch Sara take off piece after piece of clothing, until you get to the final glorious image with her naked body bare to the world.

You orgasm, your ecstasy shooting out of you violently.

As you start to come down from the high that Sara had unknowingly given you, you realize that when you came, you came everywhere. Papers all over Sara's desk were sticky with your seed, and you had completely covered your own shirt before finally dribbling onto Sara's desk chair.