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The flirting and sexting in the group didn’t slow down; it was like a daily ritual now, buzzing my phone at random times, keeping me on edge even at work. Neha got even more playful, dropping hints about what she’d wear home or how wet she was thinking about his touches. Vikrant matched her energy, sending gifs of couples grinding or texts like “Can’t wait to slap that ass again tonight—harder this time.” I’d scroll through it during meetings, trying to hide my boner, that mix of rage and lust boiling over. We all knew it was building to something, but no one said stop.
One afternoon while I was stuck in the office grinding through emails, my phone lit up with a pic from Neha. It was from our shower. Hazy as hell from the steam and low light, not full res, like a teasing blur. But clear enough: she was fully nude, water droplets on her fair skin, one hand holding the phone up to the mirror for the selfie, the other arm crossed over her boobs, squishing them together but covering the nipples. Below the waist, nothing on, her long yoga legs crossed tight to hide her crotch, that cute tan line peeking. “Miss me?” she captioned it. This was the first time she went fully nude in sexting. My heart skipped, but before I could respond, Vikrant jumped in. He sent a monochrome dick pic, blurred just enough so it wasn’t gross-porn level, but you could make out the outline, the impressive length and girth, veins hinted at. Titled it “Your dinner tonight”. Neha fired back a single brinjal emoji ?, then a tongue one. Vikrant went nuts, spamming a barrage of emojis. Thrusting hips, squirting water, exploding fireworks, like he was virtually fucking her right there in the chat. It was ridiculous but hot, him dominating the convo with that digital assault. I just watched, humiliated at my desk, imagining her giggling in the shower.
Later that week, the sexting twisted into something foot-focused after Neha complained in the group about her tired legs from yoga. Vikrant turned it erotic quick, texting “Send a pic of those sexy feet, bet they’d look good wrapped around something hard.” She obliged with a faceless shot of her long legs stretched on the bed, freshly painted red toes, arches curved. “Like this?” He responded with a story in texts: “Imagine me starting at your toes, sucking each one slow, tongue tracing up your calves, biting your thighs till you’re squirming. Then spreading those legs wide, my hands pinning you down as I slide in deep, making you arch that back like in yoga. You’d moan my name, beg for more.” It was this drawn-out erotic tale, paragraph after paragraph, describing how he’d worship her feet first, then fuck her rough, her legs over his shoulders. Neha ate it up, replying with heart-eyes and “Damn, now I’m wet. Keep going.” I read it on my commute home, rock hard, jealous as fuck that he was spinning this fantasy for my girl, but it led to her jumping me the second I walked in, whispering bits of his story while we fucked.
The next day, it escalated big time. Neha kicked it off mid-morning with a super close-range pic of her left nipple. Out of focus, blurry edges, just a pinkish hint. Took me a solid minute staring to figure it out, but once I did, boom, instant turn-on. Vikrant got it immediately: “Tease. Dare you to sit on the phone butt naked and send a similar close-up of your pussy.” Bold as hell, right in the group. She accepted the dare. Minutes later, drops the pic: fully out of focus, a hazy close view of her private parts, lips barely discernible but knowing what it was made it insanely arousing, like a forbidden glimpse. “Done. Your turn.” Vikrant upped the ante with a 3-second video of his dick, fully erect and in your face—large, thick shaft, cleanly shaved balls, veins popping clear, the whole thing pulsating like it had a heartbeat. Looked like he’d slicked it with lotion beforehand, shining under the light, tip glistening. No blur this time, raw and confident. Neha’s response? A short voice message, breathy and low: “Fuck.” That one word hung in the chat, charged, like she’d just creamed herself. I listened to it on loop in the bathroom at work, humiliated that my best friend had my gf cursing in lust over his cock, but it had me leaking pre-cum. Things were spiraling, and fast.
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