Tap (Bad Idea)

Against better judgement, you tapped her profile, letting her know that you were interested in more than just a housecall. Going back to your show, you immediately heard a series of rapid pings to let you know that Jackie had taken the hint and gone into a full sprint with it. Sweat beads began to form on the back of your neck, and your throat tightened at the thought of your next door neighbor knowing that you were online.

You switched tabs to see that Jackie eagerly messaging you; it was as if she'd been wanting to fuck you for a while, and your sister's bright ideas on setting up a dating app had provided the perfect foundation.

"Hey Dougie. Glad to see you tapped sweetheart :)"

"Nice to know you're secretly a little slut for mommy types."

I'm going to gape that little throat of yours. I've been saving a load for three weeks because of this No Nut November bullshit, but I'm going to break it and break you."

"I can't wait any more, I'm coming over after my workout; you're gonna worship every bit of me, whether you like it or not."

You swallowed- a kind of dry swallow where your body is preparing for something dark and ominous. You tried to get your mind off of things, but the silence of your house being empty had added to the foreboding messages that Jackie had sent. Was she really into all that stuff? Taps were meant to be innocent indicators of interest, not full-send invitations to come and **** you. Regardless, you opened up your show again and began watching. Your mind raced full of thoughts, but at least you were distracted enough.

After what seemed like an hour, you heard the front door open. You remembered that nobody was supposed to be home until later in the afternoon, so your heart began racing as to what seemed like a potential home invasion. You closed your laptop and began slowly walking towards your door, when all of a sudden, it flung open.