We finish chatting when your roommate invites you to dinner. I manage to keep my cock off camera this time, though you inform me you’re coming back for it with a vengeance after. Ignoring that, I am pleasantly surprised that you aren’t ready to meet in person just yet, either.
‘It’s easier for me like this.
I want to meet face to face.
Especially after everything. Wink
But let me get more comfortable first.
I promise we will meet IRL before Christmas break.’
Works for me.
I wait with my ear to the door until I hear you two leave for the cafeteria. Slipping out of my room quietly, I watch the fire door close before I follow at a leisurely pace. I’m not going to approach you now, but I need dinner too and if we see each other across the cafeteria, that should be fine. I also want to be back in my room when you are done and ready. Not that I really want to show you my penis, I really want to keep chatting.
When I step outside of our dorm, you and your roommate are almost to the cafeteria doors. I keep my eye on you as I descend the short staircase to the sidewalk. It’s cold out. Much colder now that the sun has set. I still hate living so far north. Not only do we get just six hours of daylight, but it’s also permanently overcast for seven to eight months of the year.
As you open the door for your roommate and let her through, you look back and, for a moment; I think you’ve spotted me. You seem to hesitate at the door and then disappear through it. I hope you don’t think I’m some creepy stalker. Everyone eats at the cafeteria and now is as good a time as any. I did wait for you to get far ahead.
When I get in, you’re out of sight, and for most dinners, I people-watch, not expecting to find you, but hoping I get one look. I always sit by the tray return, so I should know when you leave. As I sip my water, I feel a buzz in my pocket and retrieve my phone.
‘Hey, Cutie. <3 Long time no see. XP’
‘What do you mean by see? We’ve only texted.’
. . .
‘Excuse me, sir. Sexted. It has a name. Please use it.’
I chuckle under my breath.
‘Okay.
We’ve only sexted.
Sure, I’ve seen you in that sense.
And in other contexts. Blushing innocently
But not recently.’
. . .
‘Soooo, long time no see. XP’
I roll my eyes.
‘Fine. You’re right.
But why say that now?
We were chatting just a few minutes ago.’
. . .
Frowny face
‘Fine. Sexting a few minutes ago.’
Smiley face
‘Thank you.
I’m very particular about my efforts being recognized for what they are.’
‘Have you done this before?’
I’m not sure I really want to know the answer. I should assume ‘yes’, but it’s so new to me.
‘Only with my girlfriends.’
. . .
‘For practice.’
‘Practice? Thinking’
. . .
‘Yes, mister. XP
Or did you think I was Bi? Devil smile’
‘No, no.
I just never thought girls would do something like that with their friends for “practice”’
. . .
‘Why?
Sound too good to be true? XP’
‘Now, you’re just teasing.’
Smirk
Eggplant, eggplant, eggplant
Devil smile’
I shake my head and smile. You are so much fun.
‘Don’t stop, I’m loving this.’
. . .
‘Are you jerking it in the cafeteria? O.o’
‘What?! No!’
‘Pervert alert! Call the police! Hide your kids, hide your wives, hide your husbands! XP’
‘Okay, you can stop. I get it. Nvm.’
. . .
‘I didn’t hurt your feelings, did I? Teary face’
‘No, don’t worry.’
‘Okay, cuz I can walk up behind you and give you a hug right now.’
‘No, I’m fine.’
‘It would only take me a few steps.’
My heart skips a beat, and without being too obvious, I glance up and scan the cafeteria. There are hundreds of students, but I can’t find you. I turn in my chair slowly, as if I’m just shifting my weight and scratching my ear.
Buzz.
‘Looking for me? XP’
I sit back like I was before. I don’t want to admit you have the upper hand.
‘Not really.’
‘*Pouting*’
Oh my god, you’re too cute.
‘You want me to look for you?’
‘Yeah.’
I assume you’re behind me and turn in my chair to stretch and crack my back, but I can’t find you.
‘Nice try, but you’ll have to look harder than that. XP’
‘Are you hiding?’
‘Maybe. XP’
I stretch the other way and try to be nonchalant about searching the corners, pillars, and potted plants.
‘Feeling frustrated?
Need help with relief?
I know what might help. Smirk’
‘I’m not doing that right now.’
‘Not now, but later? XP’
‘Are you always going to twist my words?’
‘Well, are you going to twist my nipples?’
I actually spit my water out and have to quickly wipe up the table as passersby stare at me.
‘We aren’t there yet.’
‘We might not be, but I’m almost there.’
My face burns and I tuck my chin into my chest, raising my shoulders to hide my neck and ears.
‘Haha. You’re so cute when you blush. Kissy face’
‘Where are you?’
Your bitmoji disappears for a minute, during which I continue to try to spot you.
Buzz.
‘On my way back to the dorm.’
Dammit, I missed you at the tray return. Too busy looking for you hiding.
‘I’ll head back too, then.’
As I gather my plate and cup, I get a buzz. Once I’ve returned my dishes, I pull out my phone and check your message as I walk back through the chilly wind.
‘Is it hard walking? XP’
I scoff.
‘I’m fine. Hope your clit doesn’t freeze in your juices.’
I shove my phone in my pocket before I have a chance to follow up with a qualification or apology. My face could warm a two-story house after what I said. It feels a bit embarrassing, but it came to me at the moment and I wanted to say something witty back for all the teasing.
My face stays crimson all the way to my bed as I feel buzz after buzz against my thigh. I would never have thought of saying that if it weren’t for chatting with you. You say I do things to you, but you’re pulling something out of me, too.
Eric is at his desk playing an online game, cursing under his breath and scowling at his screen. With his headphones on, he doesn’t even know I’m there. I change into my sweatpants, careful to face away from Eric in case he turns around and sprawls out on my bed. I whip my phone out and open the chat, trembling with anticipation.
‘Good boy.
Did you think of that all on your own?
I’ll have you know I could melt the polar ice caps between my legs.
Global warming’s got nothing on my pussy.’
You sent a muscled bitmoji flexing in a bikini.
‘Are you into that?
The muscles I mean.’
‘Not particularly.’
‘So, you don’t want to be womanhandled? XP’
My heart starts to race, but I feel confident and comfortable talking to you like this.
‘I’m all for being womanhandled. I just don’t find an overly muscular woman attractive.
But that’s purely physical attraction.
If you became a bodybuilder, I’d probably still feel this way.’
. . .
‘Feel what way?’
Shit. I let myself get carried away. I wasn’t ready to make any kind of confession, but I want to be honest with you.
‘Feel’
I don’t know what I’m doing now. I can’t say in love, that wouldn’t make sense and sound ridiculous.
‘Yes?’
. . .
‘Attracted?
Aroused.
Drawn?’
. . .
. . .
Stop doing this to me!
‘What if I was the opposite?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘What if I was fat?’
‘I don’t care about that. I don’t have a very particular taste.
Just some things are a turnoff.’
‘Like what?’
I don’t really want to go down this road right now.
‘I’d have to think about it more. At least a bodybuilder, you know. But a turn-off isn’t enough to push me away. I can be tolerant and open-minded.’
. . .
‘What if I was the other opposite from muscular?’
‘Like weak?’
Tap to view.
Tap.
“Like this? Water droplets”
Your roommate is standing in front of a mirror you have on the back of your door, putting up her hair in a ponytail. She’s only in a matching peach, lace thong and bra. She’s really skinny but still cute.
‘Is that right now?’
‘Yeah.
So, what do you think?’
This feels like a trap.
‘She’s cute.
I do like a bit more figure, but skinny isn’t a turnoff. It’s just not the turn-on for me like it is for a lot of other guys.’
. . .
‘Would you fuck her?’
What the shit?!
‘I’m pretty sure she hates me.’
. . .
‘That’s not a no or a yes.’
‘I don’t know!
Why are you asking?’
. . .
‘No reason.’
And now your bitmoji and I have a staring contest for a minute before your thinking pops up again.
. . .
‘I would.’
My heart stops.
You’re going to be the death of me.
