Texting

Your phone buzzed and the screen lit up with a line of text.

That's strange, you usually don't get many texts at all, aside from Not-Telstra™ flinging alerts at you every month. You picked up your phone and checked to see who it was from.

Some random guy, accompanied with [hey. :)]
Probably got the wrong number.

You frowned and deleted the text, but two minutes later another line of text lit up the screen.

[you there???]

This is starting to annoy you. You replied;

( Who is this? )

You received a picture of a manticore's tail, one that had a peculiar tattoo on it.

[guess who. ;)]

Huh. That's the rugby captain's tail. Weird. Why would she be texting you, and at this hour of the night?

[you busy right now??]
( Kind of. )
[k. whatcha doin?]
( Personal business. )
[like jacking off? :P]

This is starting to make you uncomfortable.

( No. )
[i bet youre lying >:3]
( I don't have any reason to lie. )
[ 8====D~~~ ]
( Please stop that. )
[lol]
( Why are you texting me? )
[im bored and youre cute]

...cute?
This has to be a prank, or something...
She's probably surrounded by a legion of her giggling friends, waiting for you to take some kind of bait.

'Haha, oh look the scrawny nerd from the chess club is falling for it!'

( If this is a prank it's not a very good one. )
[but it isnt a prank though]
( How am I supposed to know it isn't? )
[can you just like believe me??]
[anyway, since im still really bored, you wanna trade nudes?]

Trade nudes? What?
You've always scoffed at the thought of sending incriminating material of you to other people, and right now you were scoffing quite loud.

( No. )
[awww cmon ill start if you want]
( No. )
[well ill send you one anyway, gimme a sec]

This was progressing a little too quickly for you. You were tempted to block her, but before you could a picture entered your screen.

[here. ;)]
<image.jpg>

She sent a rather titillating image of her, naked, standing in front of a wide bathroom mirror blowing a kiss to you, just barely covering her taint and her nipples with her tail.

[k, your turn]

A bead of sweat rolled down your forehead.
How are you supposed to do this? Do you... pose? Do you just take a picture?
You decided to play it safe, and just take a simple dick-pic...

( Is this good enough? )
<image.jpg>
[damn, didnt expect the stuttering nerd from the chess club to be so huge~]
[saved]

That's quite flattering...

[any chance of seeing the rest of you~?]

Your thumb rested above the send button for a little while.

( Alright. )

Heart pounding, you stripped your garments and went into the bathroom to take a picture. You angled it just right so the lighting wouldn't make you look bad, and just for extra effect, held the V sign over your tongue and pointed your knees inward.

( Is this one okay? )
<image.jpg>
[holy fuck o_o]
[thats a keeper]
[hey, ive got a game on tomorrow night but once it ends come meet me outside the shower room once everyones cleared out of the stadium, k?]
( Sure. )
( Actually, I can watch your game, if you want. )
[i thought nerds hated sports tho?? >;)]

You thought about this next text you were about to send.

( I'd stomach it for you. )
[sure, romeo ;3]
( I'm not kidding. )
[k, ill see you there then]
[<3]