Chapter 1: The Unexpected Snap
Alasdair was sprawled across his bed, the dim glow of his phone screen cutting through the late-night haze of his cluttered room. At 19, he was the quintessential awkward guy—horny as hell, but too shy to do much about it. His thumb lazily swiped through Snapchat, expecting the usual barrage of dumb memes or party snaps he wasn’t invited to. Then, out of nowhere, a notification from Audrey popped up. His best friend since middle school, Audrey was the kind of girl who could stop traffic—mixed White and Aboriginal, with a cascade of brunette hair, piercing brown eyes, and an athletic, hourglass figure that made his palms sweat just thinking about it. She always wore tight, short outfits that left little to the imagination, and Alasdair had spent more nights than he’d admit fantasizing about her.
He tapped the snap, expecting some sarcastic quip or a goofy filter. Instead, his screen filled with a mirror selfie of Audrey—completely nude. Her skin glistened under the bathroom light, curves on full display, one hand casually holding the phone while the other rested on her hip. Alasdair’s breath caught in his throat, his heart slamming against his ribs. Holy shit. His fingers fumbled, nearly dropping the phone as heat rushed to his face—and other places.
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, she didn’t mean to send this to me,’ he thought, panicking. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, torn between staring at the image until it disappeared and doing the right thing. With a shaky breath, he typed out a quick reply: *Uh, Audrey, I think you sent this to the wrong person…*
He hit send, his stomach twisting in knots. A few agonizing seconds passed before her response popped up—a text snap, no picture this time.
*OMG Alasdair, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for you to see that. I’m mortified.*
He could practically hear the embarrassment in her words, and it made him feel a little less like a creep for how hard he was already getting just thinking about that photo. He typed back, trying to play it cool despite the chaos in his head: *No worries, accidents happen. Just thought I’d let you know.*
Her reply came faster this time. *Thanks for not being a total perv about it. Though… I bet you took a good long look, didn’t you?*
Alasdair’s face burned. Was she… teasing him? He swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he responded: *I mean, I’m not blind. Hard not to notice.*
A laughing emoji popped up, followed by: *Fair enough. Guess I can’t blame you. I do look pretty damn good, right?*
His jaw dropped. Audrey—*his* Audrey—was flirting with him? This wasn’t the shy, apologetic tone from a minute ago. This was bold, playful, and it was making his pulse race. He typed back, testing the waters: *Yeah, you’re not wrong. Kinda hard to forget a view like that.*
Her next snap was a selfie, fully clothed this time, but her tight tank top hugged every curve, and her smirk was pure mischief. *Good. I’d hate to think I’m forgettable. So, tell me, Alasdair… did it get you all hot and bothered?*
He nearly choked on air. His cock twitched in his boxers, and he shifted uncomfortably on the bed, torn between embarrassment and the growing ache to keep this going. He typed, his words braver than he felt: *Uh, maybe a little. You’re not exactly making it easy to stay calm over here.*
Her response was instant, and her words dripped with a confidence that made his skin prickle. *Good. I like knowing I’ve got you all worked up. Bet you’re sweating already, aren’t you?*
Alasdair groaned under his breath, his free hand instinctively adjusting himself as he typed back: *Yeah, you could say that. What the hell are you doing to me, Audrey?*
Another snap, this one a close-up of her lips, glossy and parted just enough to drive him wild. *Just having a little fun. You’re cute when you’re flustered. Wanna keep playing, or are you too shy to handle me?*
His breath hitched, heat pooling low in his stomach. He was way out of his depth—Audrey had always been the experienced one, the girl who knew exactly how to push buttons. And right now, she was pushing all of his. He typed back, his horny desperation bleeding into every word: *I’m game if you are. Just don’t expect me to keep my cool much longer.*
Her final snap of the night was a voice message, her tone low and sultry, sending a shiver straight down his spine. ‘Oh, Alasdair, I’m counting on you losing it. Let’s see how long you can last before you’re begging for more.’
He stared at the screen, panting, his body on fire. Whatever game Audrey was playing, he was already hooked—and he had a feeling things were about to get a whole lot messier.
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