Magically the screen lit up and Darren's message appeared: What are you wearing? Chloe sat cross-legged on her bed, her IPhone clutched between her fingertips. She starred out of her window dreamily for a moment before expertly keying in her response: Lol - nothing very exciting. Pink t-shirt. Denim shorts. x Send. The single tick next to her message morphed into two ticks. Darren had received her message. Chloe had arrived at university only last week and poor Darren had been frantic from the very beginning. He had stayed in their hometown and she was now living the high-life over six hundred miles away. Chloe could understand his anxiety she supposed. Still, there had been several phone calls and emails but they were normally just newsy and fun. This last message felt a little more sexually charged to Chloe. She didn’t mind particularly. Darren was amazing and she was always keen to make him happy. The screen lit up and she grabbed the phone, analysing the words carefully: Chloe's pussy tightened a little between her legs. She was certain that before very long she may well have to change her pretty white panties. She wiggled her bare toes impatiently waiting for Darren to pick up the message. The single tick next to her message morphed into two ticks. She smiled wondering for a moment if this was making him hard. God she missed his cock. They’d only made love a handful of times, but he was an amazing lover; very gentle and very kind. Chloe rolled her eyes, trying to push the thought of his massive cock to the back of her mind. Her phone lit up once again. Send me a pic. I want to see your panties. Chloe froze for a moment, reading the text a second time. Was he being serious ? She tapped the phone idly on her knee before placing it carefully on the bedside table and standing in front of her mirror her hands on her hips. “What shall I do?” she said to herself. The reflection didn’t answer. She looked over her shoulder at the phone. It lay there, dormant. It was time to stop thinking. Chloe breathed out dramatically through her nose before quickly unbuttoning her tight denim shorts. The zip was broken and she struggled a little when it came to wriggling out of them, but eventually she was easing them tightly down her tanned thighs and past her knees. Eventually they landed heavily around her bare ankles. She kicked them expertly towards her laundry basket before stepping back slightly from the mirror to get a better look at herself. She was a pretty girl, small for eighteen but cute in all the right places. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them up a little causing the slit of her pussy to become slightly visible through the thin cotton material. Chloe straightened the red bow on the front and smoothed the material over her privates. She pouted at herself in the mirror. The curve of her belly was just visible between the hem of her pink t shirt and the white elastic band of her panties. She wasn’t sure if she looked sexy, but she wanted Darren to be happy. Taking her phone she stood with her feet slightly apart, the gap between her legs accentuated by her pose. Chloe placed her left hand on her hip, her fingers just inside the waistband of her panties. She held the phone towards the mirror and … Click. She relaxed for a moment before examining the display of her phone. The image was crystal clear. She could even make out the contours of her pussy through the fabric of her underwear. She was pleased with her pout though, she looked almost … professional. Chloe could feel her pussy moistening as she stared at herself. She looked just ever so slightly slutty, and she was sure Darren was going to love it! Send. Chloe sat back down on her bed placing the phone back on the bedside table. She lay on her back for a moment sensing the dull throbbing emanating from between her legs. She had seldom masturbated and quickly decided that now wasn’t the time to form any more naughtyhabits. The single tick next to her picture morphed into two ticks. Chloe held the phone and waited patiently, her breath sped up a little as she stared longingly at the phone’s diming screen. She closed her eyes and imagined Darren, sitting there naked in his room, playing with his sexy hard cock. A faint smile crossed Chloe’s lips as her right hand gently came to rest on the front of her underwear. Her fingertips gently grazed her hairless lips through the fabric and she let her mind wander for a moment….