There's a lot of messages

I sat on the bench outside, phone in my hands, and finally started reading through everything properly.

There were a lot of messages.

The goth girl had sent three in a row while I was ignoring my phone.

Her: “You really just left me on read like that? Rude.”

Her: “I’m at work too and now I’m wet because of you. Happy?”

Her: “Send me something when you get a chance. I want to see how hard you are right now thinking about all the girls who saw your cock.”

Alice had messaged a few times as well.

Alice: “You went quiet. Everything okay?”

Alice: “Or are you just busy trying not to get hard at work because of all the replies you’re getting? ”

Then there was my cousin.

She’d sent a few more messages while I was forcing myself to work.

Cousin: “You really just stopped replying? That’s mean.”

Cousin: “I’m still thinking about that photo. And the video from last night.”

Cousin: “This is so wrong but I can’t stop looking at them.”

The last one from her was the boldest yet.

Cousin: “If you’re on your break right now… send me something. I dare you.”

I stared at her message, cock now fully hard in my work pants. My cousin was actively asking me to send her nudes while I was at work.

I glanced around the courtyard. No one was nearby. I still had about fifteen minutes left on my break.

My thumb hovered over the camera icon.

Part of me knew this was getting out of hand. Alice. The goth girl. Random girls from school and Tinder. My sister’s friend. And now my own cousin.

But the bigger part of me — the part that had flipped the switch after that weekend with Alice — didn’t want to stop.

I opened the camera.