Text her

My thumb shivered over the send button...

...as you hesitate but you swallow your doubts and go through with it anyway. Angie was a cocklover, plain and simple. Every stare down, every long hug, every accidental brush against your cock lead up to this. Angie has flirted with you for as long as you've known her and you were dying to get in her pants. Your screen is lit, displaying only your text.

"Remember when we helped you move into college? I think of seeing you in the shower with those studs every single day." You can't believe your own audacity. It was a bold move and worse than that, it was risky. You don't get a response right away and you start to doubt yourself again. One minute. Shit, she's going to think you're a creep. Two minutes. She's never going to speak with you again. Three minutes. Maybe she just didn't check her phone. Three minutes and four seconds. She hates me. Your stress ruins your erection and you start to go soft.

Right when you reach to put your cock back in your pants your phone buzzes. It's Angie.

"Aww you're so sweet John ❤❤❤". A weight lifts off your chest and you can breathe again. "But its really too bad."

"What is?" You reply.

"You and Jane never took me up on my invitation, in the shower. I was so upset."

Your cock slowly starts to lift. "Does the invitation still stand?" you ask. Staring at your phone for one, two, three. Nothing. Just before you think you fucked it up again your screen flashes and a picture loads. A swollen, glistening pussy make all your blood rush down.

"Of course. Do you think I'm the kind of person who closes the door on family? My doors are always open for you to come in, John. Are you the kind of person who visits?"