[ anne ]

"oh no," your eyes grew wide. you had made a fatal mistake.

the photo— a lowlight nudie— took up your whole screen, the name at the top? ryland.

goose!: oh my god

goose!: i'm so sorry ry

goose!: it won't let me delete it

goose!: oh my god i'm so sorry

you forgot all about the second chat, your tinder booty call becoming less than a shadow in the back of your mind.

god what were you thinking? you could never show your face again! and to think you’re supposed to chaperone the field trip together next week!

ryland! is typing...

the bubble popped on and off screen, you felt a lump in your throat.

ryland!: hey, it's okay! i'm not mad!

ryland! is typing...

ryland!: i'm still a man you know

oh!

ryland! is typing...

ryland!: would you feel better if i sent one too?

you couldn't help the small laugh that escaped your lips. ryland grace takes nudes?

goose!: you don't have to do all that

ryland!: you don't want me to?

ryland!: not that i assumed you did!

ryland!: ahh guess the eggs on my face now huh

a soft smile tugged at your lips.

goose!: i won't pretend im not curious

ryland! is typing...

ryland!: [image]

wow.

it wasn't even a cringey weird angle like every other picture you’ve recieved! it was... well, it was nice. not professional or anything, but, you get it.

your ears turned hot as you (subconsciously) started to imagine how many thrusts it might take to fit that inside.

what a stretch! he'd for sure leave some bruising behind. oh god, it would hurt so good!

your mind wandered to the hands— exploring your body, rested on your throat...

ding!

ryland!: bad?

you fumbled through your next message.

goose!: good!

goose!: really really good

goose!: ryland i didn't know u were packing like that

a little humor to lighten the load, a classic tactic within your friendship.

ryland!: really? and here i thought i had big dick energy smh

you laughed out loud at that one.

goose!: i mean, i had made an inference before

goose!: context clues

ryland!: a hypothesis

and all at once it didn't seem too bad. sure, the hot science teacher across the hall had seen your full frontal mirror pic, but it doesn't even matter. because even with the forbidden fruit hanging from the tree— the one that drives every man to a life of evil— ryland was still ryland.

ryland!: you have a rockin bod btw

well... mostly.

you bit your lip, hesitating before sending the reply. fuck it, what’s the worst that can happen?

goose!: thanks! come get on it!

it was a joke! can't a lady make a saucy joke around here?

ryland! is typing...

ryland!: be there in 20. should i bring wine?

ryland!: no that's too much

ryland!: right?

careful what you wish for, right?

goose!: just you and the monster downstairs

you cringed, placing your face in your palms for a mental time out.

ryland!: lol gross

ryland!: sit tight babydoll im omw