He doesn't know yet, but there's more

He quickly went back to his messaging app and opened the full chat log. His eyes widened. There were almost a dozen unread notifications from unknown numbers, all sent within the last hour. He started scrolling through them, pulse racing faster with each one.

Some of the faces he recognized immediately. Girls he had seen around campus, especially from the extremely pretty ones. Others were harder to place, but every single one was a girl he had noticed before, pretty faces, hot bodies. And every photo was filthy in its own way.

One from a girl with long brown hair showed her in nothing but a black lace bra and panties, lying on her bed, tits spilling out as she cupped them and wrote “Good morning, Edward. Woke up thinking about you.”

Another was from a blonde who had sent a short video clip of herself in a tiny white tank top, no bra, her massive heavy tits bouncing as she jumped lightly on her bed. She giggled and said, “Can’t wait to see you at school today, baby.”

A redhead had sent two photos. In the first she was in a red sports bra and matching thong, doing a full split on her bedroom floor, the thong pulled tight against her pussy. In the second she was bent over, looking back at the camera with a wicked smile, her heart-shaped ass taking up most of the frame, flexible legs straight. Caption: “Ready to stretch for you whenever or however you want.”

There were more. Girls in lingerie, girls in just towels, girls still in sleepwear with hands between their legs or squeezing their breasts. All of them had flirty, **** messages attached.

“Wishing I had woken up next to you, Edward.”

“Morning, my king.”

“You’re the only one I think about.”

“Tell me what you want me to wear today.”

Edward’s head started to spin. His cock had grown half-hard under the blanket without him even realizing it, but confusion was winning over the arousal. This couldn’t be real. These girls barely knew he existed yesterday. Now they were sending him nudes and calling him babe like he was their boyfriend. Had someone hacked his phone? Was this some elaborate prank? Or had they all mixed him up with another Edward?

He checked the time. Shit. He was already running late for school.

Edward put the phone down on the bed and rubbed his face hard with both hands, trying to make sense of it. His mind kept flashing back to the photos, Lily’s hard nipples, her fat ass on the counter, bouncing tits, flexible bodies spread open. It felt like a dream. A really good, really confusing dream.

He **** himself to get up. His legs felt unsteady as he walked to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth quickly, splashed cold water on his face and stared at his reflection. He was the same old Edward Bae. Nothing had changed about him. So why the hell were all these hot girls acting like this?

He threw on his uniform, white shirt, dark pants with a tie loose around his neck. He grabbed his backpack and checked his phone one more time. Three new messages had already arrived while he was getting dressed. More hot chicks. More teasing photos.

He shook his head, slipped the phone into his pocket and headed downstairs. His parents had already left for work. The house was quiet again. Edward grabbed a quick banana from the kitchen and walked out the front door, the morning sun hitting his face as he made his way to the campus building 20 minutes away.