Misfired Text Meme

There you are, sending a text, no big deal, right? Well...unless it goes to the wrong person (oops). But at least it makes for an interesting conversation?

Options:

The Drunk Text- you really should have let your friends take your phone away from you
The Breakup Text- downside: your current partner doesn't know they aren't your partner anymore. upside: maybe this person is available???
The Funny Text- it was just a joke!
The Sexy Text- okay, now they've seen you naked and this is awkward
The 3am Text- you couldn't sleep and now you're musing on the mysteries of the world and had an epiphany that just can't wait until morning
The Needy Text- you just want someone to talk to
The Accidentally-On-Purpose Text- Did you really send it by accident or do you just want them to think you did?
The Meetup Text- Uh-oh, you just told a random stranger to meet you for drinks! (or dinner, or lunch, or a concert or...)
The Autocorrect Fail- just what it says on the tin
The Anything Goes Text- you do what you want

When you post, comment whether you want to be the accidental texter or textee. Feel free to include a starter text. Have fun!

here are some possible ideas

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[His eyes follow her and his eyes widen a bit more as she bends over. His mouth suddenly going dry watching her. That skirt was so unfair. It taunted him the way it *just barely* covered her from his gaze.]

Huh?

[He missed completely whatever she said. He was too busy drooling.]

( Lydia bends a little further, reaching for the two cans of soda the furthest back on the shelf. They're black lace and don't cover much; no pantylines on the skirt, please and thank you very much. )

I said...

( She finally stands back up and turns to face him, holding up a can in each hand, one higher than the other as if to ask if he wants it. )

Was it worth getting called out on looking?

[One look at her ass and that lace and he was off thinking about how he'd love to just keep her bent over like that and his jeans were getting uncomfortably tight... He blinked when she spoke again and very slowly, figured out what she just said. Incredibly flustered, he looked away and ran a hand through his hair.]

Crap! I mean.. sorry. Uh..

[She got him good this time.]

( Lydia lifts an eyebrow, looking appropriately pleased with herself. )

Like what you saw, did you?

[ooc: Sorry! He's not wearing jeans so he just is sporting a tent in those boxer briefs.]

Uh.. yeah. Um.. you know you're hot, Lydia. Who wouldn't like it?

( She tilts her head slightly and cranes her neck just so to look back at him, her eyes an awful lot lower than his face. )

I guess I didn't really need to ask.

( Lydia wets her lips and moves toward him, bending at the waist again, this time facing him, to set his can on the table in front of him, letting the v-neck of her top hang loosely. )

So you like what you see but you're just going to look? Kinda boring behavior for an Alpha, but all right...

( She starts to slowly rise back up again. )

[That gets him blushing again. Thanks Lydia. He really appreciated her pointing out his massive hard on he had going on. Of course if she bends over like that he won't remember to be upset about it.]

I.. uh- wait, what? I'm allowed to do more than look?

( She feigns confusion. )

No, I do this for everyone.

( And then comes the patronizing expression. )

That's the general idea, Scott, yes.

I don't want to do anything you don't want me to.

[But his fingers were itching to enjoy those boobs she just flashed at him. He scooted his chair back a bit.]

If you're serious though..

[He patted his lap.]

If I don't want you to do something, you'll know, trust me.

( Never one to have her bluff called in addition to admittedly being more than a little turned on at seeing his clear arousal, she cocks her eyebrows and straightens up again only to lower herself onto his lap, straddling him as she faces him. )

What time did you say your mom comes home, again...?

[Wow, he really hadn't expected her to do that. It made him ache with arousal. She was talking again but she might as well have been speaking Japanese. Leaning in, he kissed her and slid his hands along her thighs. He could smell she was turned on and it was about to do him in.]

( Hushed and against his mouth when she parts briefly to take a breath. )

Or that. That's good, too, instead of talking.

( Her hand takes one of his, sliding it further up her leg and under her skirt. )

Put them somewhere useful.

[He grinned, amused by her response.]

What did you ask me? You're terribly distracting.

[Her request to move his hands somewhere else went straight to his cock and he groaned. He slipped them behind her to feel that ass that had teased him earlier. His finger hooked around the back lace and toyed with it.]

( Grinning, she subtly rocks her hips against him when she feels his hands on her backside. )

I asked when your mother's coming home.

[He groaned as she rubbed against him. The feel of her heat through the thin cloth of his underwear was lighting a fire in his veins.]

Hours.. a few still. Bedroom? Or just here?

[He couldn't get his full thoughts out but he hoped that was clear enough.]

( Lydia looks appropriately smug as she grinds down harder against him as she moves. )

Whatever. I'm not feeling all that picky right now.

( As if to prove the point, she gives a soft moan to encourage him. )

[He moved his hands to her hips to help press their bodies together. He groaned enjoying thoroughly what she was doing.]

Here!

[He decided she had the right philosophy. Who cared where so long as this happened and as soon as possible.]

What do you mean this is the wrong number...?

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