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anonchum (--) began pestering turntechGodhead (TG)
--: Those pants look great on you.
You snort down at your phone in amusement when you get the message. Tossing your bangs out of your face, you tap out a response and take a sip from your drink.
TG: yeah nice cold reading
TG: what an amazing coincidence i am wearing pants
TG: one in three shot i wasnt in my boxers or naked and you nailed it
TG: congrats dude
Your phone buzzes before you can even tuck it back in your pocket and you quirk an eyebrow.
--: Strutting around Jamail in your underwear or less would be a little indecent, though, don't you agree?
--: Not that I mind indecent when it's you
--: Black denim's a good look for you.
--: That cut makes your ass look amazing.
As the texts roll in, your eyebrows slowly creep closer and closer towards your hairline. The sort of lurching, swooping sensation you've become familiar with over the past few months settles in your gut. You still haven't decided whether it's fear or titilation. You take another drag off the straw between your teeth to water it down a bit.
--: What are you drinking there?
The shiver that slides down your spine doesn't make itself known further than the slight tremor of your thumb as you hesitate to respond. In all other regards, your pokerface remains resolutely intact. You sip your drink again, texting an answer.
TG: plain old iced latte
TG: sorry if that ruins your fantasy or whatever dude
TG: you were probably angling for some girly candy drink huh
TG: caramel mocchiatto or some shit
TG: gotta watch my figure yknow
TG: that shitll go straight to my hips
The clacking and scrapes of decks on cement rattle around you, mingling with the hubbub of a gathered crowd as you churn out your response. Your phone vibrates in your hand and you cut your rambling short.
--: Your hips look fine from here.
You lift your head, scanning the faces around you. It's a beautiful day and half of Houston is out in full force. All around you are people on cell phones – gaggles of girls your age, men in suits, beleaguered soccer moms half-ignoring their screaming children, boys posturing over by the halfpipe. When you look back down at your phone, your stomach does a tiny flip over the texts it's spat out.
--: They'd look better under my hands.
--: Oh, and don't worry.
--: The only thing I've fantasized about you drinking is my cum.
--: So I'm not disappointed.
--: I don't think you could ever disappoint me.
--: By the way, I didn't know you liked photography.
--: Maybe I could send you some pictures you might like.
You scoff at your phone, that anxious blend of nerves and excitement rising in you. You lick your lips as you tap out a response.
TG: if theyre anything like those emails you sent me shit yeah man
TG: i need more evidence for that docket me and chris hansen are compiling on you
You search the crowd again, trying to pick out anyone staring at you, anyone visibly agitated. A woman walks past you, her fat toddler balanced against her hip, squabbling into her phone. In the shade of a nearby tree, a boy maybe two years your senior is hitting on a freckled blonde girl, her friends texting each other and looking bored. Your phone buzzes in your palm.
--: You won't find me.
--: I see you trying, but you wont.
--: That was real sexy, by the way.
--: with lips like yours I bet you'd give great head.
The subsequent plunge your stomach makes is accompanied this time by a pleasant stir in lower regions. You shift from one foot to the other and back, the only tell you might be affected by these texts. Casually taking another drink off your coffee, you keep your face turned down, scanning the crowd from behind the safety of your shades. Occasionally you flit your gaze back to the screen and the growing crawl of texts.
--: I'd love to see those cute, pink lips wrapped around my cock.
--: Let you suck me off until I'm hard enough to flip you over and pound your tight, virgin ass.
--: You'd like that, wouldn't you?
--: Getting your hot little hole ploughed by my cock.
The slurping rattle of your straw wrenches your attention from your phone. You glance at your empty cup, shaking it lightly before crushing it in your hand. You head towards the nearest garbage can, texting while you walk.
TG: not as much as id like seeing you bust a nut in a public park
TG: seriously dude theres kids around and shit
TG: although i guess with your whole creepy uncle trip thats a bonus isnt it
Depositing your trash, you do another sweep of the skate park. Unable to pick anyone out, you give up, figuring you might as well head home. There's no way you'll be able to concentrate on getting any decent shots now. Not when you're distracted by the idea that you're providing some mouthbreather with eye candy. Besides, the situation in your pants has grown a little dire after that last chunk of texts, and you've still got an hour-plus bus ride back to the apartment.
You shove your phone into your front pocket and attempt your best saunter towards Sabine. You're a little too straight-legged, as well as inwardly cursing your penchant for skinny jeans, but you figure most of the people milling mindlessly around you won't notice. The crowd thickens a little as you close in on the bus stop and you weave your way through bodies until you're at the curb. You dig your phone back out, pull up the public transit app, punch in the stop number you know by heart.
As you wait for the next arrival to load, you feel first a light brush, then a full palm settle on your ass. Fingers curl, squeeze, dip briefly between your thighs, making you jump. You whip around, startled, but the moment was so quick the owner of the offending hand has disappeared into the crowd. Lips parted slightly and breath loud in your ears, you still search the group in vain, barely aware of the buzz your phone emits in your hand
You lick your lips again, breath shaking, rattled. The conflict between the fear instinct that was triggered by the touch, and the spike of lust it sent to your crotch confuses you. Turning back around, you check your phone automatically.
--: Catch you later, kid.
For the first time in three months, you're starting to have second thoughts about playing this game.