Shane's Weeks Start To Change

‘Hey Shane :P’

Before the girls had left on game day, I’d given Tori and Elyse my number since it had been a month of us playing and I wanted to give them the opportunity to change up anything in their backstory before we pushed into the next part of the story arc. We were technically already a quarter of the way through the summer, too.

It also kind of felt like it was time for us to have contact info for each other, considering everything else that was going on.

What I hadn’t been planning was that Tori and Elyse would use my number to start texting me about a lot more than just their backstory changes or any build changes they wanted to make.

It started with a voice note from Tori, though it was technically both her and Elyse together, telling me Good Night in sing-song voices the night after the game. It sounded like they’d been up drinking together after they got home, likely talking about everything that had happened.

The next morning Elyse texted me a picture of her outfit for the day, a cute little crop top and shorts combo, asking if it looked too ‘teenager’ for a college girl to go to the mall in. I’d told her she looked good for a casual day, and she’d responded with another picture flashing her little tits at me and sticking out her tongue.

Tori had messaged me while she was at work, asking me for advice. She was interning at her uncle’s business in town for the summer in the marketing department and was having a personality clash with one of the full-time employees. After I gave her my take she sent me a picture of herself shooting a thankful look into her camera phone, her button-down blouse clearly unbuttoned a little lower than would be appropriate and pulled open just a little to flash some extra cleavage.

Elyse called me that night, picking my brain for what she should make for dinner and talking through some of her ideas for if the worst happened and Renee de l’Ombre died at some point during the summer and she needed a new character.

The next few days were much the same. Tori was more reserved than Elyse in her teasing photos, but they were both flirting with me hard.

I wasn’t an idiot. I knew they were flirting with me.

I just didn’t know what to do about it, because that wasn’t how The Game was supposed to work. It was supposed to be a contained thing. What happened in the Game stayed in the Game.

It was Monday night, and I’d been texting on my phone twice as much as I would most weeks. Adding two college coeds to my regular easily doubled the number of texts I was sending on a daily basis.

‘Just found out Tori and Elyse have been talking with you ALL THE TIME. I’m Jelly of my Lumpy :(‘

I had texts dating back years with Rhiannon.

This was the first time I got a selfie from her.

This was definitely the first time I got a topless selfie from her.

She was on the couch at her parents' place, lying down on it and looking up at her phone. Her shirt was pulled up over her braless tits and she was sticking her tongue out at the camera.

I had to groan as I closed my eyes and resisted the strange flash of panic in my chest.

That picture would have been an utter disaster two months ago. My best friends’ daughter sending me a picture of her tits. Now, it was fair game.

Life was wild.

‘Hey, Snorey,’ I replied. ‘Looking relaxed :P Hope your parents aren’t gonna catch you.’

‘HAH. Dad would DIE,’ she replied. ‘They are out. I’m bored.’

‘Wanna play a game?’ I offered. ‘I’m still the Mario Kart Champ.’

‘GFYS! I won last time!’

‘GFYS?’

She sent me an eye-roll emoji. ‘Go Fuck Yourself, Shane. I won the last tourney.’

‘Last tourney didn’t get to finish, remember? It’s not a win unless it’s a win.’

She sent me a middle finger emoji and then a go-kart and a checkered flag.

We played for about an hour, and I beat her best out of seven, before I could hear through her headset that Mel and Dan had come home. They both said hello to me when they found out who she was talking to.

I got a text later that night from Mel. ‘Mario Kart?’

‘Your daughter was bored and sent me a topless pic,’ I told her honestly. ‘I figured it was safer to distract her than having her in THAT kind of mood.’

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t a trio of crying-laughing emojis.

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