You check the clock and decide to check the other messages

I had time, so I stayed in bed and kept scrolling.

The more I read through the views and messages on my story, the more my stomach twisted — in a strange mix of embarrassment and something hotter.

It wasn’t just the girls I’d been actively snapping.

There were a few girls I used to go to school with. One of them had sent a simple “” and another had replied with a photo of herself in bed looking very awake now. A girl who used to sit behind me in Year 11 English had viewed it and messaged “well this is one way to start the week”.

Then I saw a name that made me pause.

A friend of my sister’s. She was a couple of years older than me and had always been flirty when we ran into each other at family things. She hadn’t messaged, but she’d viewed the story twice.

My cousin had viewed it too.

I stared at her name for a long second. We weren’t super close, but we followed each other on Snapchat. She hadn’t said anything… yet.

There were also a couple of other Tinder girls I’d added months ago but never really talked to properly. Both had viewed it. One had sent a message: “Didn’t know you had it in you. Nice.”

And then there were the overseas girls — two I occasionally messaged when I was bored or horny late at night. Both had seen it. One had sent a voice note laughing and saying “brave” in her accent. The other had just sent a fire emoji and “send more”.

I kept scrolling, heart beating a little faster with every new name.

Some of them were people I saw in real life. Some were connected to my family. And now they’d all seen me naked in the shower with my cock out, half-hard and sleepy.

A few had messaged back flirty or teasing things. A couple had just viewed it silently.

I locked my phone for a second and stared at the ceiling, cock already stirring again under the sheets despite everything.

This was getting complicated fast.