Text Savannah

You open up your phone and scroll through your texts until you find the one from the new number:

hey!!! u r at morehead, right? i think we’re classmates. this is savannah, btw. do you remember me?

Savannah. The blonde bombshell. You remember her vividly.

You pull up a reply text and begin typing.

Of course I remember you! You'd be hard to forget. How are you?

You hit send.

With her looks and physique, you could hardly believe someone like her would show up at your school, instead of being in some movie or magazine. In time, you learned that she did model clothing for a catalog. You even got a flier in the mail for a department store that featured her in a sundress. You may have clipped it and put it in your locker… She was always in the popular groups, and would have been the presumptive queen bee had she wanted it. You caught her one day, senior year, alone in the gym with her hair pulled back, practicing some kind of dancing or martial arts, you're not sure what. She saw you and smiled then, but you don't remember having any extended conversations with her. She was of course voted prom queen and would have been head cheerleader if she had not been absent so much. The rumor going around school was that she had signed a lucrative deal modeling bespoke boudoir lingerie when she turned 18. Savannah was a cordial but private person, so no one knew for certain. There were a lot of guys (and girls!) who would have paid good money to see those pictures, if they even existed. Anyway, you're not sure you even saw her get her diploma, but she seems to have graduated.

Savannah responds: i'm so glad i'll know someone here. i'm good, thanks for asking :)

Savannah: sooooo… how's your first day? anything exciting happen?

Plenty happened. You shrug and decide not to share the full details.

You: nothing much. Just getting ready for classes tomorrow.

You accidentally hit send before deciding whether you wanted to add more to that message. Oh well.

After about 3 to 4 minutes, you get a reply.

Savannah: oh rly? which classes?

You pull out your course list from a tucked away notebook. You might as well text her all of them. If you’re lucky, you share a class with her.

You: Euro Lit. Latin. A medieval course. Gym. Intro to Drawing. Music. And Math.

Another few minutes go by. You pass the time by moving boxes and opening up a couple. You notice a box with the word “decor” written on it. You really should plan on unpacking all of them soon. Your room is completely cluttered. Still, you manage to find enough clothes to get you through another day. After setting out tomorrow's outfit, you glance down at your phone and see that another text has come in.

Savannah: i'm taking Latin tooooo! 101, right?! we could be study partners :)

You: Yes. Latin 101. I’m down for being partners!

Savannah: what art class? I may be in that one too!

You: Intro to Drawing. The one that meets on Mondays. I'm just getting my feet wet.

Savannah: yep, that's the one! and same. what do u like to draw?

That's a good question, you think to yourself. For a long time you’ve simply scribbled and doodled, nothing in particular. You like to shade simple objects… maybe someday you will have the aptitude to draw the female figure. Somewhere along the way a teacher told you that what you were drawing wasn’t really art, but you keep coming back to it.

You: I don't know…I guess, I draw whatever comes to me. Whatever I'm thinking about.

Savannah: what are you thinking about now?

You think for a moment. Should you tell her that you're thinking about her, in lingerie no less?

You: I don't know if I should say.

Savannah: pleeeeease?! tell me :)

You: Fine. I'm thinking about you

You leave it at that. That was flirty enough for starters, you think. A few minutes pass without a reply.

Savannah: you could draw me, if you like ;) u know i have some experience with modeling?

You imagine Savannah smiling in lingerie as photography bulbs flash all around her.

You: I do know that! How's that going?

Savannah: ugh. stressful sometimes. Other times it's nice :)

You: I'm sure your photos look great! I always thought you were beautiful.

Savannah: you're sweet

You: I’m looking forward to seeing you in class tomorrow. Latin should be fun!

You wait for a bit, but she doesn’t respond. You get up and start brushing your teeth and prepping for bed. After five minutes, she finally replies.

Savannah: i can’t wait to see you again, too! i’m in longfellow, btw. room 607

You grab your phone and hastily write her back, suggesting a meetup. She’s literally right next door to you.

You: I’m in Longfellow, too! I could swing over and say hello right now…

Her reply is almost instant.

Savannah: oh. actually, now is not a good time. i'm with someone

_She’s with somebody! _That explains why her replies have been so intermittent, you think to yourself. You're curious about who this mystery person is, but you decide against asking her about it. For this conversation, you are content focusing on the things she volunteers. Savannah quickly follows up her text with another.

Savannah: but it’s okay. i can still chat.

Another moment passes as you realize you are running out of ideas. You begin typing something… only to erase it and start over. You’re feeling the effects of a tired brain. Nothing you come up with feels like the right thing to say to her at this late hour. Maybe you should just say goodnight?

You begin typing out what you think will wrap it up for the night, when you get an alert from your phone: two incoming files, 69 kilobytes, from Savannah. They take a little bit of time to download, stopping at 10% for fifteen minutes before resuming. In the meantime, you receive another message from her.

Savannah: did you get the photos? i want your opinion

You: Sorry, the internet is bad. I’m about halfway there.

Savannah: ok. yeah, the internet has been weird lately.

Savannah: let me know which one is better when you have them. and pls don’t share them. they aren't released officially yet

When the files finally arrive, you recognize Savannah in both images. The first is her sitting in sand (maybe a beach volleyball court?) wearing a bronze bikini, an unzipped leather jacket, and matching high heels. She’s lounging with her head turned cooly toward the camera. You’re quickly drawn to her legs, which seem to go on forever! The sun must be setting behind her out of frame, because her blond hair glows from being backlit. While not technically lingerie, the swimwear displays her sexy figure. She has near perfect proportions, including a notable pair of breasts, while her skin and makeup shimmer in the golden light. Forget model, Savannah has the physical makings of a supermodel!

The second image is even more provocative: in this picture, she’s inside a living room, on all fours climbing up a chair. She’s wearing a comfortable, matching pair of gray undies, with her back arched and her ass sticking up into the air. Her head is turned to the camera with a rather seductive look in her eyes, amplified by heavy eyeliner and mascara. You can't help being drawn back to her posterior. With her panties are riding high up her cheeks, she's giving you a clear view of her beautiful ass. Damn, you think. I would love to get my hands on that…

It's decision time. Savannah has been curiously generous with her pics, and now she's waiting for your reply. Over your shoulder, Diminutio the imp is watching your every move, disconcertingly.