Page 4 of Filthy Messages: Stalker Alert!

Me: 8:02 Where do you live in the U.K.?

Repressed Nerd: 8:03 Hello?! Stranger danger. I live somewhere in England.

I smile at her caution. In my case, she is absolutely correct.

Repressed Nerd: 8:04 You’re right, fuck him. I’m going to get laid tonight, and then you need to change my contact name.

Who the fuck is she going to bang?

I scowled at my phone.

Me: 8:05 I didn’t know we were meeting tonight.

Repressed Need: 8:07 No. It’s Kevin from Tinder. It’s been so long that I not only have cobwebs in my vagina, but my hymen has probably grown back in.

I slide my hand under the sheet to stroke my dick. That would be one tight-ass pussy. I let go of my dick and messaged Dante to trace her number and asked if he could get Mitchell to access the phone discreetly, as the person is a software engineer. I don’t know what it entails, but Mitchell will.

No, Kevin is going to fuck my little nerd tonight.

???

Do I feel bad she will have been stood up twice in two days? Do I fuck.

I want to see her. Anything I said or requested via text would have come across as creepy. So I sit in my car and wait for her to show up at the restaurant she is due to meet Kevin.

I glance at my phone. My little nerd is going to be a stickler for punctuality if I’ve guessed correctly.

Me: 19:46 Good luck riding Kevin tonight.

I smirk at the text I sent her. I have seen his wholesome blonde looks. He wasn’t bad-looking. His looks are completely the opposite of mine. He is skinny and blonde. I’m built and dark. The prick has a dodgy past with some of his women, so I feel zero guilt in what I did.

Repressed Nerd: 19:48 Thanks, enjoy your hookup.

Me: 19:50 I decided it wasn’t worth the hassle. I ended up having an amazing wank in the shower. If it hadn’t been so steamy in there, I would have sent you the evidence.

Repressed Nerd: 19:51 You have issues.

Me: 19:52 I would have demanded that you reciprocated by sending me a picture of your wet fingers.

Repressed Nerd: 19:52 Image

She sent me a picture of two fingers in a glass of water. I zoom into the picture and realise she is in the restaurant. I was occupied with messaging her, and she walked right past me.

Repressed Nerd: 19:53 You owe me a picture.

I smirk at her words.

Oh, she is going to get the real thing, not a poxy picture of my cum.

I use my phone and zoom in at the restaurant window. There she is—the only person sitting alone. I can only see her side profile from where she has been seated. She is looking at her phone nervously before looking around. I snap a picture as her face turns toward the window.

She has her blonde hair twisted up with strands running down the sides of her face. She sure as fuck doesn’t disappoint with the thick-rimmed black glasses she wears. She looks like a hot nerdy librarian. I can’t tell the colour of her eyes, but my nerd is definitely no size zero. I lick my lips at the curves spilling out of her red dress.

Yeah. Fuck, Kevin the cunt.

He doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near my nerd. No one does.

I sit and watch her. She is on her phone. The longer she waits, the more agitated she becomes and the harder my dick gets for her. I’ve never chased ass before in my life, and I’m sitting miles away from home stalking a complete stranger. Women are plentiful when they see your cars, clothes or wealth.

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