BETTY
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I sighed, and my fingers hit the keypad on my phone.
Me: We can’t. What if my mother comes in again? I don’t want to be caught. Maybe we should wait until we resume.
Immediately my message was sent, he read it, and responded. First, with a shock emoji, and then a text.
Trent: Wtf. We still have about two weeks. My d**k would explode before then. I might run mad with imagination before then.
Another soft smile lingered on my lips.
Me: Sounds like a problem.
Trent: Come on. I can’t be the only one thinking about having s*x.
He wasn’t. I had been fantasizing. Even right now, I felt like marching to his room to ask him to f**k me. Seeing p***y and d**k flying in our chat, had made me horny again. But I'd rather die than admit that to him.
Me: You’re the only one.
Trent:
