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Jerome sat bored out of his mind in history class, he sat at his desk right at the back of the classroom as the teacher drilled on about Romans. Jerome's phone suddenly vibrates in his pocket so he waits a moment before pulling his phone out under the table and having a check to see if it is anything important,

'Lilly - Hey X'

A sly grin spreads across Jerome's face as he reads the message. He quickly responds, trying to stifle a chuckle.

'Jerome - Hey gorgeous, can't wait for our little secret meeting tonight X'

His fingers fly across the keyboard, sending off the flirtatious message before tucking his phone back into his pocket. But it wasn't long before his phone vibrated once more, so he sneaked it out again

'Lilly - I can't wait either, I really miss you :('

Jerome's eyes light up with excitement. He can't help but feel a flutter in his chest, thinking about their upcoming tryst. His thumbs move swiftly over the keyboard, crafting a reply trying to be playful and seductive.

'Jerome - Mmm... same here, baby. Can't wait to show you just how much I've missed you. ;)'

But before he could even put his phone away, she quickly replied,

"Lilly - You always do x I almost can't wait till tonight, Jerome'

Jerome lets out a low chuckle, feeling a thrill run through him. He leans back in his chair, trying to appear nonchalant despite the growing excitement building inside him.

'Jerome - Oh, I'm shaking with anticipation already.'

'Lilly - just anticipation?"

Jerome's smile widens mischievously. He shakes his head, feigning innocence, but his eyes betray his true intentions. he types, his fingers dancing across the keyboard with increasing urgency.

'Jerome - Maybe a little something more, xx'

she soon replied

'Lilly - I figured so, can't you see how much I'm ... 'Anticipating'? ;)'

She then sent a photo, of her little blue panties clearly tight to her curves and a little wet. She'd obviously put her phone under her desk and took the picture up her skirt in the middle of her chemistry class,

Jerome's eyes widen in surprise, and then his gaze drops to the sultry image on his screen. He hides his phone a little and makes sure no one in his class can see his screen. Once he knows he's safe he looks it over, every single little pixel on the screen. He feels a sudden rush of desire, his heart pounding in his chest as he takes in the tantalizing sight. Without hesitation, he reaches out and touches himself, his fingers stroking his already hard erection through his pants.

'Jerome - Oh, baby... you're killing me, xxxx'

he types, his words barely coherent as he tries to compose himself. His eyes remain fixed on the photo, drinking in every detail of Lilly's intimates.

'Lilly - I can't help it, I miss you too much Jerome :('

Jerome's face twists into a pained expression, his brow furrowing in mock disappointment. He leans forward, desperate to touch more, faster, just to feel good even if he knows he can't, he types, his tone laced with playful sarcasm.

'Jerome - Save the sweet talk for later, baby,'

He pauses, his eyes lingering on the photo still displayed on his screen. His fingers begin to type once more, but this time they move with deliberate slowness, each keystroke punctuated by a hint of anticipation.

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