Fucking finally.

After a lot of dirty, sexy texting, she was going to come to my room. I didn’t know how many times I’d gotten myself off with my hand, just from re-reading the messages she sent me, and now she was going to be in my room with me.

Tonight, was going to be so much fun. It was going to be amazing, and I was going to make sure of it.

I wasn’t a slouch, by any means. I didn’t like leaving a mess in my dorm room, but sometimes I got distracted. Because I wanted to impress her, not have her running away at first sight, I went around and cleaned up my dorm room. In less than ten minutes, I had everything cleaned up, but I couldn’t stay still, not with the excitement coursing through me.

When would she get here, I thought with impatience, and checked the time on my phone.

She was supposed to come tonight, though I realized we hadn't mentioned any specific time. Hopefully, she wouldn’t come too late.

I wanted to text and ask what was taking her so long, but she hadn't directly told me she would come over tonight. One of the girls she hung out with had been the one to tell me she would be coming over. Besides, if I texted her, it would be something dirty, but since she was on her way already, I wanted to say it to her out loud just to hear what she would say.

When the knock came at my door, I all but jumped toward it. I paused for a second to compose myself, then opened it slowly and gave her a lazy grin.

“Hey.”

Sandra chuckled. “Hey to you, too.”

I stood aside and let her walk inside, my eyes running up and down her body. It wasn’t the cheerleader outfit, and that was a little disappointing. I always fantasized about fucking her while she was wearing it, but the short red dress she was wearing was pretty hot, too. With a low neckline, skin-tight fabric and a very short hem that barely covered the tops of her thighs, her curves were all but bear and I wanted to rip the dress off her.

Calm down, idiot!

“Would you like something to drink?” I offered, my voice calm, even though I was the furthest thing from calm.

“Not really,” she murmured, and glanced around the room. Then, she turned around and smiled at me. “Although, wow, you’ve been shy, Ben. Somehow, I didn’t think you’d be the shy type.”

My eyebrows arched up. I could have said the same for her, though the opposite. Sandra was surprisingly not shy when it came to expressing herself through text, so I’d been hoping for the real life thing since the first time.

“You look a little overdressed there,” she said, eyes raking down my body as she closed the distance between us. “Why don’t I help you take your clothes off?”

Her eyes had paused at my crotch. I was half-hard already, and she hadn't even touched me yet. Then I felt her hand on my chest, and my body shuddered, cock growing stiffer. I grinned, my hands moving to hold her by the waist. She pressed her body against mine, and I gasped as her hips rocked against me. My hips jerked on instinct, rubbing up against her.

Fuck, I didn’t want to get too excited, or I’d come prematurely. It hadn't happened to me before, but I had been looking forward to this. Sandra was kissing and licked my neck, making it harder for me to keep my wits about me.

“I thought you were going to spank me,” I groaned, hands squeezing a little tight.

Sandra, surprisingly, stopped. Her body seemed frozen, and when I raised my head, she was staring at me with wide, surprised eyes. Then, she laughed.

“You’re kinky,” she accused, though she looked amused. “Far from shy. Why didn’t I know that? Hmm, spanking though, I think we can do that later? Take me to bed, first. I’ve been waiting for this.”

Sandra gave me a sultry look, red lips curled into a coy smile, just like I’d imagined before, not that I could appreciate it at the moment. She took a step back, hands raised up to pull down the straps of her dress to strip, but I was still too surprised about what she’d said. I caught her hands, and she looked up at me.

“Is something wrong?” She asked, her lovely face perplexed.

“I’m just a little confused,” I said honestly. “Are you not playing out your text?”

Sandra mirrored my confused look, tilting her head to the side.

“What are you talking about? What text?”

I wasn’t stupid. It only took a second to realize what was going on. I’d gone completely soft, my mood completely ruined.

“I texted you,” I murmured. “494-4474, isn’t that your number? I’ve texted you a few times already.”

Sandra laughed. “Um, no, you haven’t been texting me, but you’ve been texting somebody. My number is 494-5474. I wrote it down for you, did you forget?”

Crap.

Fuck!

So, if it wasn’t Sandra, then who the hell was I dirty sexting? Why didn’t whoever it was say I’d gotten the wrong number?

The Sandra I’d been fantasizing about suddenly disappeared from my mind; only I didn’t know the image to replace her with.

I let Sandra’s arms go and went to grab my phone where I’d left it on my desk. I picked it up and checked the texts, then double-checked the number. How did I make a mistake? Sandra wrote her number down for me, although I was a little excited when I saved it on my phone.

So, I had proof of the person that had had me hot just from their texts. I needed to know who the other person was. The trouble was, it could be just anyone. Even worse, it could be a prank by someone. But I wanted to find out.

“I’m sorry, Sandra,” I said, turning back to her, my mind whirling as I searched for an excuse. “I forgot I was supposed to meet someone, and it was important. Can we try this some other time? I need to go.”

Sandra was gaping at me, but I didn’t blame her. Just a moment ago, I’d been all up for this, but finding out who I’d been talking to was more important. She sputtered as I gently led her out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Now, let’s find out who this mystery person is.