Katie
Katie was finished with men. She really thought that the guys at college would be different- more mature, less terrified of commitment than the ones from her small-town high school. It's not like she wanted to get married or anything, but she was looking for more than clumsy sex and late-night booty calls. She had just told her boyfriend- if you could even call him that- Jason as much when they had lunch today, causing him to mumble some sort of "I'm not ready" excuse and promise to call her. His loss, Katie knew, but she was still frustrated with her love life.
She was ruminating about it as she got back to the apartment that she shared with her best friend Julia; the two women had moved to the big city for college and split on an apartment to save money. They had fairly opposite class schedules, which today Katie was glad about as she let herself in and padded down the hallway to her bedroom. She got along well with Julia- they had been best friends since they were kids- but Katie found herself in a foul mood and just wanted to be alone. She flopped down on her bed, taking a few deep centering breaths as she tried to push Jason and his nonsense out of her mind.
The deep breathing didn't work. She was so frustrated with Jason- not that she was particularly head over heels for the guy, but even she had to admit that she had a crush, and she was irritated that he didn't even want to explore what could be with her. She knew that she had to let it (and him) go, and it wasn't the loss that she was mourning- more just the principle of the thing, having now to go back to the drawing board to find a worthy partner.
Katie's phone buzzed, momentarily distracting her from her pity party. She smiled when she saw Jack's name pop up on the screen. Katie had met Jack in her first year of college, and they'd become instant friends. He and his girlfriend Michelle hung out at Katie and Julia's often; Michelle and Katie were in many of the same classes, so they often did homework together. Jack was asking what she was doing later. Katie scoffed at the question- not like she had a boyfriend to hang out with- and told him he and Michelle could come over. "Just me," he replied, and Katie sent an emoji in acknowledgement. Just me was the story of her life.
Her phone lit up again, this time Jason's name on the screen. She rolled her eyes, but couldn't ignore the skip in her heartbeat. Maybe he had reconsidered? Wanted to give them a real shot? She eagerly opened the message, only to feel her heart sink: "Can you bring my hoodie to class on Thursday? Thanks, and sorry Katie." His half-hearted attempt at an apology hit a nerve with Katie, and she slammed her phone down in frustration. She knew the exact hoodie that he was talking about- he had left it the week before after he'd stayed over, and she had been sleeping in it ever since. She grabbed it off the floor; she would give it back, but thought it complimented her pity party nicely, so she took off her shirt and bra and put it on.
The worn fabric was soft against her skin, and she curled back up on her bed to feel sorry for herself a little while longer. Katie knew she was a catch- smart, ambitious, pretty- she got a ton of compliments on her fiery red hair- plus she had a great ass thanks to her commitment to the gym. Her self-pity was slowly replaced by indignation and anger; she was hot, smart, and hilarious- any guy would be lucky to be with her. Jason was mediocre in every sense of the word, and clearly wasn't worth her time. She would find someone better and leave him behind her- taking in the view of her incredible ass as she walked away from him.
She was feeling petty and grabbed her phone to reply to his text. She took a photo of her in the sweater- sexy, tousled red hair, pouty lip, big eyes. "This one?" she replied, sending the photo. She then took a few more, each one showing more and more of her body. She pulled the sweater up so that the underside of her breasts were showing, and snapped a photo. The sweater then went up over her breasts, her nipples hardening as she took another. She took the sweater off along with her jeans and panties. She held it against her skin, strategically placing it so that it covered her below the waist while keeping her breasts on full display- photo. She spread her legs, touching the sweater to the wetness between them- photo.
Her fingers wandered along the sweater, following it to the sweet spot between her legs and starting to rub. She dipped a finger inside herself, smirking at her wetness as she explored- turns out petty revenge is a turn on. A moan prompted her to rub faster, her body squirming to meet her touch. She felt her hurt and frustration channel out of her as she crept closer and closer to orgasm. As the tension built inside her, she craved more.
Reaching into her side table, her hands grasped her favourite dildo and thrust it inside her. One hand teased her clit while the other worked the dildo, Katie's body a heated blend of sensation and movement. Jason's sweater had worked its way underneath her as she fucked herself with the dildo, her moans echoing in the empty apartment. She snapped a few more photos as she touched herself, really wanting to show Jason what he was giving up.
She heard her orgasm before she felt it; her pussy gushed squirt around the dildo as she fell over the edge. The wet sounds of the relentless dildo turned her on even more, and she screamed when she launched into her orgasm. Her hands didn't let up, demanding every ounce of cum and sensation from her body, until she was a soaking, panting mess.
She floated back down to earth, trying to catch her breath and center herself as her body trembled in the aftershock. She sat up slightly, laughing as she saw Jason's sweater covered in her cum. She didn't always squirt when she played with a dildo, but when she did- it was messy. She snapped a few more photos of the soaked sweater between her open legs, her pussy quivering as she held her lips open to show her swollen clit. She made sure to get her face in the photos, a look of pure ecstasy in her eyes- who needs men, anyway?
Katie sent the rest of the photos to Jason- a parting gift, as it were. "Fine, Jason- you can have your sweater back, but you won't get me back!" she typed, and hit send before throwing her phone on her bed. She felt fully cleansed of Jason now, and set her mind to grabbing a bite to eat before Jack came over. She didn't realize that he had texted to say he was almost there, and that her life was about to change forever.
Jack
Breakups were the fucking worst. Jack and Michelle had been together since high school, following each other to college with big plans for their lives. Jack had invested everything he had in their relationship- he saw Michelle as his soulmate. Clearly, she didn't agree. She had sat him down and told him that she didn't love him anymore- just like that. She gave him some lines about college opening her horizons, and her wanting to explore and "find herself", whatever that meant. Not amount of reasoning (okay, grovelling), could make her change her mind. She was breaking up with Jack, and there was nothing he could do about it.
That conversation had happened a couple of weeks ago, and Jack had finally accepted that he and Michelle were done. He had spent two weeks in his own head, shutting out the world and feeling sorry for himself. His inner introvert was pleased with this approach, but he realized that he couldn't be miserable and heartbroken forever.
He didn't want to be alone anymore, and realized that he needed a friend- he reached out to Katie. They had been friends for a couple of years, and he really valued her insight- he knew she would make him laugh and feel better about things. He showered and got dressed, sending a quick message to Katie to tell her that he was on his way. He had just gotten in his car when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Katie had sent photos.
Jack never in a million years would've anticipated what was waiting for him on his phone. Katie had sent a bunch of photos of herself in varying stages of undress, the photos getting more and more explicit until she was touching herself and...had soaked the sheets. Jack read the accompanying text- to Jason- and realized that Katie had accidentally sent the photos to him. He guessed by the lack of panicked follow up texts that she hadn't realized her mistake, and sat in stunned silence as he debated what to do next.
Jack couldn't help himself- he scrolled back through the photos, taking in Katie's gorgeous body and each delicious pose. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans every time he opened a new photo. He zoomed in to see her perfect nipples on sumptuous breasts, the way she bit her lip as she touched her bare pussy, and the look of satisfaction and pleasure on her face as she laid in her mess. Jack licked his lips, shuffling in his seat to accommodate his hardening cock.
