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It was a fantasy far beyond anything I’d ever imagined, but now that it was in my head, I knew I’d never forget it. A plan grew in my mind as the minutes passed. I knew at any moment Amanda could have the phone tracked to my position and I wanted this chat to continue, but to continue with me.
WhatsApp was one application I didn’t have on my phone, I never needed it, but I made an account on my phone with Amanda’s information. I went through the verification process, and then added the numbers that the guys used. I quickly wrote up a message to tell them that ‘my’ phone had been stolen and that I had a brand-new number to go with my brand-new phone. I also told them that if anyone texted them from the old number that they should ignore whoever it was because the number wasn’t really me. I told them how I suspected a plot by a girl that didn’t like me, and that I’d appreciate it if they’d only reply to me on this new number.
Just in case they got suspicious, I sent myself a horde of Amanda’s pictures and used one that showed her with a sad face but a lot of cleavage that she hadn’t sent to them before. I’d just gone through their entire chat history and I knew she hadn’t used that one.
I was nervous as I waited for a reply, but then they all chimed in. Michael sent a picture of his very impressive cock while Adam sent a video of him ‘finishing’. That caught my attention and I have to admit, I watched it more than once before I looked at Tristan and Daniel’s replies.
Tristan had sent a sad emoji while Daniel sent a GIF of a hug. I couldn’t believe it, but they were buying it so far. After that, I took the SIM card out of Amanda’s phone and turned it off. That was enough for now. I didn’t think it could be tracked if it was off. I hoped.
My phone pinged again, and I picked it up with a grin that might have been just a little bit evil. Michael wanted to know if I needed some relief from the stress of the day. I sat there, speechless for a moment.
I knew it could all fall apart. That all they would have to do is run into Amanda, or track her down, and they’d know the truth. But something told me that wouldn’t happen. The Rome brothers were barely ever on campus. It was their father’s billions of dollars that kept them from failing their classes. They lived in the mountains in Asheville in some mansion that other students said was amazing.
I looked them up online and found out a few things. They were taking mainly online classes, which was another reason they hadn’t failed, and they all had good grades. They’d traveled the world, going from Spain to Greece, and to Russia more than once. They all planned to play in one of the top baseball teams. Not all four of them could go into the same team, but a couple of them were and the other two were heading down South.
Their parents lived in Charlotte, in some kind of gated community. That would explain the parties.
I looked at my phone, at Michael’s words, and decided it was time to play along.
“Relief would be much appreciated.” I typed into the text box. My sentence was designed to match the way Amanda constructed her sentences on the app.
“Then sit back, baby, and let us help you,” Daniel texted the group.
I couldn’t help the little moan of delight that came out of my throat. They didn’t know it was me, but that was alright. I think. I didn’t care. I just wanted them to continue.
“How would you like to sit on Adam’s face while I fuck you, baby?” Tristan sent and I felt my body jolt with something I couldn’t name. It wasn’t surprise, or excitement. I think it was need, but I wasn’t sure.
I’d never experienced sex of any kind, but oral sex was supposed to be great from what I’d heard.
“Sounds like a good time. Whose dick do I have to suck to get that treatment?” It was bold, but Amanda was bold, at least in the chat.
“That would be mine,” Michael quickly wrote back, and I felt my mouth water.
I wanted to watch that video of Adam’s again but decided to wait.
“And what a delight it would be to suck that cock, Adam,” I responded and clenched the comforter with my empty left hand. This was so bad, but it was so good, too.
I was rewarded with another video. This time Daniel sent the footage. He was stroking himself, slow and easy, and I could hear him moan. The short clip ended suddenly, and I hit replay.
