Me: Put the panties back on, pull your dress down, and get back to your friends before I actually lose my goddamn mind.
Three dots. Then another picture. Her panties are now wrapped around her fingers like some sort of trophy.
Sam: too late 1A
Sam: i already lost mine
Sam: and these panties are soaaakked
Sam: im not putting them back onnn
Me: When you get home…
Me: I’m going to make you tell me exactly what you were thinking while you took that picture.
Me: Every detail.
Me: On your knees, while you touch yourself.
She types, stops, then types again.
Sam: im nt waiting till i get home
Sam: im throbbing
Sam: theo im serious
Fuck.
Me: Are you wet right now?
Me: Why the hell are you wet? What are you doing?
Sam: theo
Sam: im in a bathroom
Me: I didn’t ask where you were
Me: I asked, why are you wet right now? And what were you doing?
She’s typing, a bubble pops up, then disappears. Comes back. Then, a picture. Now I’m losing my fucking mind. She’s sitting on the counter, dress still bunched at her waist, knees parted. I can’t see shit, but she has her hand righttherebetween her legs.
Sam: i’m sooo wet right now
Me: Sam, don’t you dare touch yourself in that bathroom. Let me do that when you get home.
I grip the edge of my desk hard enough to crack it.
Sam: too late
Sam: my legs are shaking already
I curse under my breath, dragging my handsthrough my hair because if I had the keys in my hand, I’d be out the door.
Me: Samantha!
Sam: what are you going to do about it huh??
