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The boundaries between us expanded after that day, cause the next morning I looked up as my phone beeped with a new notification on my desk. It was Ryan, which was to be the most surprising thing ever but I half expected it going with how close we both were getting for the past couple of days. Texting made it easier to form a new bond aside from fucking, making it easier to plan more things involving fucking. More hot dates on the floor of my bedroom. More new, crazy sex positions on the said bedroom floor. More sex after dismissals and lots of other new things. The list went on, and I felt good.

At the end of the week, Ryan sent me a photo of him wagging his six inches four-hardened length at the mirror in their locker room. I almost didn't open the message, as I was running late for a class and didn't want to disrupt my mental coordination cause Ryan was fond of sending his nude to me a lot these days. But then I got it into my head that I should at least take a harmless peek in. It