It’s our first night out with friends in a long time. Quarantine’s been rough, but at least we’ve had each other. It’s nice and warm tonight and we decided it’s safe enough to hit up a patio for beers with our old group of pals among all this pandemic madness.
Halfway through my first drink I get a notification. Without thinking much of it, I pull out my phone to check, assuming it’s a meme someone posted in group chat. But it’s from you, even though you’re sitting right across from me.
“You’d better be ready for what’s coming to you as soon as we get home. I’m going to pin you down and take you so fucking hard. I’m going to make you beg for me to cum in your filthy little whore mouth.”
I almost drop my phone, I’m flustered and shocked. I blush a deep red instantly and stare daggers at you as you’re in the middle of telling a story to our friends. You don’t even bother to look me in the eye or toss me a smirk. You don’t even acknowledge me.
I don’t reply.