You question Marcus

A couple of days later Marcus texted me about grabbing lunch again. We met at the same sandwich place. He was in a good mood, talking about how he and Amy had spent the weekend at her parents’ place and how everything felt “solid.” He never once brought up any weird texts or pictures. Not a hint.

When I asked how Amy was doing he just shrugged and said she was fine, maybe a little distracted with finals coming up. I nodded along, pretending to care about his relationship while my mind replayed the fact that she’d seen my cock and still hadn’t blocked me.

Later that afternoon I decided to test the waters again. I opened the thread with the unknown number and typed a single line.

Three dots appeared almost instantly.

I sent another—this time a short video of my hand slowly stroking from base to tip, precum dripping onto my fingers.

She didn’t reply for almost ten minutes. When the message finally came through it was short.

I sent one more thing. A video of me cumming on one of the sluts I’ve fucked this year

She didn’t reply. But I saw that she had read it. She still didn’t block the number. I closed the app and leaned back, already planning what I’d send her next.