Flirt Over Text Messages Novels & Stories

Greg welcomed friendliness with open arms but not this familiar. He had been texting Carrie. Lunch was the only time they talked casually and that was strictly on the phone. His boss was serious about keeping a professional distance at work that even when she needed the smallest thing, as long as it was work-related, she insisted on emailing him. So, during noon, he tried his best to keep his distance from others so he could freely flirt with his boss through text. Today was his unlucky day. Yesterday, he got an alluring photo of her smooth cleavage. The day before that, he got to peek at what was under her skirt.

He would pose naked, for free. "Well I'm glad I could help you practice" "Especially, such a beautiful volunteer like you." I blush furiously under his scrutiny. Okay, I think he is definitely flirting with me. The way he is looking at me is not good. It is way too protracted.All of a sudden, the phone in my bag vibrates and I quickly open my clutch to check. I refrain from the urge to roll my eyes. It's a text from Tristan. What does he want now? After that insipid phone conversation, I have mixed feelings about him. Sliding the screen, I view the message.

"But it's hard for you to walk. If I could have lifted you, I would have. I know you won't like it so I'll just take care of you." My face immediately soured followed by a bad look at him. He didn't understand that even though my eyes were glazed over. He just widened his grin and focused his attention on the two of them walking. "Why are you flirting?" I couldn't help but ask. He grinned even more as if the word I released was a compliment. "Are you affected yet? What if I do it all?” there is still a hint of flirting in his smile. I focused my gaze even more but it still had no effect. "Just feed me instead of all the madness coming out of your mouth."

My phone buzzed again. [Unknown]: you always offer your chips to people who don't appreciate them? Aaron read it upside down from across the table. "Okay, this person is either really smooth or really creepy. Reply." "And say what?" "Say something clever. Flirt back." "I don't know how to flirt." "You've been flirting with Damian for three months." "And look how well that's going." I rolled my eyes. I typed: [only when they're his favorite flavor] Three dots appeared immediately.

“Joking is allowed. Joking is your cover. You tease, he teases back. That’s how you open space for flirting without feeling naked.” I hesitated. “I don’t know.” “Okay, different approach,” she said. “He says, ‘Hey, can you help me with something?’ You say, ‘If it’s math, yes. If it’s murder, I need at least 24 hours’ notice." I laughed in spite of myself. “That’s stupid.” “But funny,” she said. “You’re funny. You just never let him see it in texts.” I picked at the seam of my shorts. “What if he doesn’t reply the way you think? What if he just says, ‘It’s not murder, it’s code’ and we go back to normal?”

I stared at the screen longer than necessary. Aria never invited me over like this. Not plainly. Not without emojis. Not without jokes cushioning the words. Something about the simplicity of it settled heavy in my chest. Just us. My thumbs hovered, then typed. Someone is feeling romantic. What’s the occasion? Your period is over? You that eager? Even as I sent it, a faint smile tugged at my mouth. Flirting was easier than asking real questions. It bought time. Her reply made me exhale through my nose.

Don’t be late. My thumb hovered over the keyboard, my chest pounding. Don’t be late? The text sounded demanding, controlling even, but my stomach fluttered at the thought. My lips curved into a small, mischievous smile. I typed back: I’ll try my best… but no promises. The texts kept coming in small bursts over the next few hours, playful, flirty, teasing without being too obvious to anyone else who might glance at my phone. I found myself laughing at his dry humor, the sharpness in his words that reminded me exactly why I couldn’t stop thinking about him. And somewhere deep down, I realized I wanted to see where this went, whatever “this” was.

It made my smile wider. After we bumped again at the ski resort, I was the first to send him a friend request, but he was the one to initiate a conversation by replying to a story of mine where I was going to eat a brownie. Ever since then, we started to text each other regularly. More like, flirting with each other. Unlike back at the ski resort where he got flustered by my direct hits on him, I learned that he was actually good at flirting too—never too cringy and never too standoffish. I liked that. I couldn’t resist talking to him.

I decided to text him back as a giant smile played on my face. "Hi, it's okay. Are you texting me from your personal phone number?" He responded a minute later. "Yes. Why?" "Nothing, curious" "You're always curious" "Wow, you noticed." "I notice a lot of things" "Is that one of your talents?" I decided to be funny. "Precisely. I'm a man of many talents" Is he flirting with me? "I don't doubt that, I have a surprise for you..." I decided to be just as ominous as him.

“ What are you saying, are you trying to flatter me or is this another method of flirting, Thanks anyway for the phone” “ You welcome. I brought you some medicinal soup, but it a little spicy, and talking about flirting…..” He moves close to her, just an inch away from her, her cheeks were already red, he smile widely and move his hands to her leg and then trace down to her thighs. “ Austin……” She called as she bit her lower lip trying not to moan. “ What is it baby, do you want me to stop, that is exactly what flirting looks like” He whisper softly in her ears and gently bit them. She couldn’t hold it anymore as she moan softly.