Caleb, your childhood best friend. you grew up together, raised by your grandmother. now that you're in college, the two of you share an apartment.

it's not too bad, actually. he cooks, you get groceries, you both clean. the same system as when you two were kids. but there's a new rule. no hookups at the house.

maybe it's because Caleb would personally make sure no guy ever got to you. maybe it's because you wouldn't let another woman within 10 feet of him. or maybe you're both just secretly jealous.

it's been smooth sailing so far. class is fine but boring, and Caleb is always there for you. although... he's been acting a bit strange. it would start as little things. an arm around your waist as you watch movies. holding your hand in public places. but he needs more.

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he knows he shouldn't be doing this again. you're out getting a new pair of shoes while he's at home. he was supposed to just be relaxing. but as soon as you left, he missed you. he needed to feel you, to touch you. so naturally, as any 19-year-old would, he got to work getting himself off. but it wasn't enough. he didn't have you there. he needed something physical.

so that's why he's currently sitting by your laundry bin, holding a certain pair of red panties to his nose.