All Chapters of Naughty #teXXXt: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

We unpacked and shared our secrets. It started with Rachel when she turned to me with a shy smile.“I didn’t look like this at high school. I shed fifty pounds to make sure that no one called me fatty when I got here.”My eyes went wide and smiled. “Wow, that’s really great! I’m impressed!”She had a lot of willpower, then. I didn’t and for a split second, I wished that I had.“It was a lot of work, but I did it.” She twirled a little and smiled happily. She waited for something, I wasn’t sure what and then it hit me.She’d shared a secret, now it was my turn.“I’ve never kissed a guy,” I smiled, knowing that she would figure out that this meant that if I hadn’t kissed one, there was no way that I’d been down and dirty with any of them.We were talking like a couple of women that’d had a little too much to drink and were in their apartment sharing secrets. Maybe it wasn’t really that odd, I thought. We were freshmen at NYU with not a friend in sight, and maybe that was the reason that

“Hey, here she comes again. She’s just a freshman, right? She sure acts like she owns the place, I see. Pretty bold for someone that’s only been here five minutes.”“So, ignore her,” Grant, my brother, said as my eyes traced up and down the freshman’s body. As I raked her over with my eyes I wondered if she was really a freshman and not a senior. She had the body of a full-grown woman that knew how to use it, not an innocent girl, fresh out of high school.She glided across the bar with a swagger of confidence that caught a lot of attention and I knew that she was headed in our direction from the way that her eyes stayed on me. It was a kind of dance, as she crossed the large room and swerved around other bodies. No matter how many times I tried to get away from her eye contact, she managed to stare right back at me.Grant moved away from me like he always did when it came to girls. Not all girls, but the confident type, the ones that acted as if they wanted to be in charge of him, or

It was a week later, and I couldn’t hide the grin on my face as I texted my mystery texter back. I’d been to class, done my day’s work and now it was my free time and I was spending it just the way I wanted to.I felt dirty and naughty, but oh, so nice, all at the same time. No more was I being the good little girl hiding behind her books and study sessions. I was showing what was really in my mind and I loved it.I thought about all the things that I wanted a guy to do me. I thought about all the things that I wanted to do to him. Mainly, I would give him the freedom to make me feel like the woman I wanted to be, more than anything else sometimes.I started to feel my body respond as I pressed the send button. I knew the reaction that I would get from sending such a message and it excited me.You’re making me really hard right now.I wrote back with no hesitation… Good!Then I waited, feeling my legs slide up and down the bed as I started to imagine him, touching me in all the places

I looked up when I saw someone pass, but it wasn’t Becky. She was late, but she did that sometimes when she was busy on a new project. She’d forget the time, but she’d show up eventually as she’d been doing every week for the last month. It wasn’t her that had my mind on returning home, though. It was Rachel. Instead of getting better, our relationship seemed to have fallen completely apart. Especially when the recruitment for pledges started and Rachel fell in with that sorority. I wasn’t much of a joiner. In fact, I’d basically dropped out of every club I joined by not going to their meetings. Rachel went to the ones that she knew would get her noticed by the sorority sisters and had made a point of being seen. When pledge-week started, well, she was already on their list, wasn’t she? I, on the other hand, studied, worked, went out to eat with Becky once a week, and talked to my sexy texter. I still wasn’t sure it was even him. And sometimes, not always, but sometimes, I’d swear

Life sucks, then you die. Sometimes literally. I watched my brothers as they finished discussing which of us would go to meet the filthy, young woman we’d spent weeks texting. They’d immediately excluded me, which wasn’t a surprise. Maybe they had a good reason not to send me.I hadn’t always been the best brother to them and they didn’t trust me now. They had their reasons, and I’d had mine for doing the things I’d done. Now wasn’t the time to think about that shit, though. It wasn’t time to dredge up the past or to torment myself with memories. It was time to focus on the present and what the future could be. With her.I wanted to know what she looked like. I wanted to know if the face and the body matched the things she’d typed to me in the afternoons when it was my turn to have the phone. I imagined a sweet, innocent, but beautiful face. She had been deliciously innocent when we started our little game. Now, we’d taught her to use all the words that made her hesitate at the beginn