go of her that easily. She’s got too much to offer, and I’ve only had a taste.
Stepping into the cold shower, the situation downstairs subsides quickly. No way in hell am I going to come thinking about her unless she’s the one actually making me come.
Chapter 9
It’s been three weeks since Seth’s asshole roommate ruined our first date. Seth has sent me numerous texts and flowers even. Rachel has told me to give him another chance. It was just a bit much to deal with right out of the gate. I even changed my jogging route so that I wouldn’t go anywhere near the firehouse.
I’ve been watching porn damn near every night, trying to scratch the itch, and it’s just hopeless. I don’t know what I want to do. On one hand, I know I’ve got to have that massive cock inside of me, and on the other hand, I don’t know if I really want to run the risk of having an audience.
Surfing seemed like a necessity this morning. The waves are killer and it helps to clear my mind. I’m packing the board up on the Jeep when I hear the *ding* of my cell.
Seth: Still thinking about you. Hoping you’ll give me another chance.
My finger hovers over the screen as I debate whether or not to respond. He’s still reaching out even after three weeks of being ghosted. I give in.
Me: Okay, but you hurt me. You didn’t even act like what your roommate did was wrong.
A few minutes go by and the notification dings again.
Seth: Sorry. It’s hard to think completely straight when you have the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on naked and in between your legs. Trust me, I’ve chewed Robbie up one side and down the other, figuring he probably cost me any further interaction with you.
Me: Good. He deserves it. I’m busy this weekend, but maybe sometime next week. I’ll let you know.
Seth: Thanks for the second chance Macy. I promise I’ll make it up to you.
I hop into the Jeep and fire it up, ready to head off the beach. Turning the radio on, Don’t Let Me Down starts blasting through the speakers. It’s quite apt for the moment.
I pull back up onto the highway and start heading up to my favorite hole-in-the-wall burger spot. All the surfing really took it out of me. Being a Friday, the line is crazy long, even at two in the afternoon. I grab an Ooey-Gooey with fries and a strawberry shake. Then I make my way back to the house. Rachel should be there in about an hour to lay out by the pool and shoot-the-breeze.
Turning onto my block, I can already see the Mustang parked at the house. Rachel waves as I pull into the driveway. “Wow, you’re early.”
“Yeah, I didn’t have anything better to do. I just got here a few minutes ago. That guy next door is really cute.” She smiles in that way that says ‘I want a piece of him.’
“And very much married,” I add.
“That’s a shame.” She crosses her arms and pouts. “I could climb him like a tree.”
“Guess I’ll take lunch out back with us. You ready?” I roll my eyes, haking my head at my utterly hopeless friend the entire time.
“Lead the way, girlfriend.”
I unlock the front door and drop my beach bag off.
“Got any beers in the fridge?” Rachel is already headed that way.
“Yeah, bottom shelf. I’ll pass, though. Just grab me a bottle of water, thanks!”
I open the back door and head out onto the small deck. Stretching out on the pool chair, I open up my bag of yummy goodness.
“So, I finally responded to Seth,” I say between bites as Rachel flops onto the chair beside me.
“R-Really?” She seems both surprised and happy.
“Yeah, I figure if he’s still pursuing at this point, I might as well as give him a second chance.”
“Good. You’ve been miserable the past few weeks. You really need to get laid.”
I shoot her the finger. “I told him he hurt me with his lack of care about his roommate’s actions, and he said he’s already chewed his ass out. He promises to make it up to me, so, hell, why not?”
“When
Stepping into the cold shower, the situation downstairs subsides quickly. No way in hell am I going to come thinking about her unless she’s the one actually making me come.
Chapter 9
It’s been three weeks since Seth’s asshole roommate ruined our first date. Seth has sent me numerous texts and flowers even. Rachel has told me to give him another chance. It was just a bit much to deal with right out of the gate. I even changed my jogging route so that I wouldn’t go anywhere near the firehouse.
I’ve been watching porn damn near every night, trying to scratch the itch, and it’s just hopeless. I don’t know what I want to do. On one hand, I know I’ve got to have that massive cock inside of me, and on the other hand, I don’t know if I really want to run the risk of having an audience.
Surfing seemed like a necessity this morning. The waves are killer and it helps to clear my mind. I’m packing the board up on the Jeep when I hear the *ding* of my cell.
Seth: Still thinking about you. Hoping you’ll give me another chance.
My finger hovers over the screen as I debate whether or not to respond. He’s still reaching out even after three weeks of being ghosted. I give in.
Me: Okay, but you hurt me. You didn’t even act like what your roommate did was wrong.
A few minutes go by and the notification dings again.
Seth: Sorry. It’s hard to think completely straight when you have the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on naked and in between your legs. Trust me, I’ve chewed Robbie up one side and down the other, figuring he probably cost me any further interaction with you.
Me: Good. He deserves it. I’m busy this weekend, but maybe sometime next week. I’ll let you know.
Seth: Thanks for the second chance Macy. I promise I’ll make it up to you.
I hop into the Jeep and fire it up, ready to head off the beach. Turning the radio on, Don’t Let Me Down starts blasting through the speakers. It’s quite apt for the moment.
I pull back up onto the highway and start heading up to my favorite hole-in-the-wall burger spot. All the surfing really took it out of me. Being a Friday, the line is crazy long, even at two in the afternoon. I grab an Ooey-Gooey with fries and a strawberry shake. Then I make my way back to the house. Rachel should be there in about an hour to lay out by the pool and shoot-the-breeze.
Turning onto my block, I can already see the Mustang parked at the house. Rachel waves as I pull into the driveway. “Wow, you’re early.”
“Yeah, I didn’t have anything better to do. I just got here a few minutes ago. That guy next door is really cute.” She smiles in that way that says ‘I want a piece of him.’
“And very much married,” I add.
“That’s a shame.” She crosses her arms and pouts. “I could climb him like a tree.”
“Guess I’ll take lunch out back with us. You ready?” I roll my eyes, haking my head at my utterly hopeless friend the entire time.
“Lead the way, girlfriend.”
I unlock the front door and drop my beach bag off.
“Got any beers in the fridge?” Rachel is already headed that way.
“Yeah, bottom shelf. I’ll pass, though. Just grab me a bottle of water, thanks!”
I open the back door and head out onto the small deck. Stretching out on the pool chair, I open up my bag of yummy goodness.
“So, I finally responded to Seth,” I say between bites as Rachel flops onto the chair beside me.
“R-Really?” She seems both surprised and happy.
“Yeah, I figure if he’s still pursuing at this point, I might as well as give him a second chance.”
“Good. You’ve been miserable the past few weeks. You really need to get laid.”
I shoot her the finger. “I told him he hurt me with his lack of care about his roommate’s actions, and he said he’s already chewed his ass out. He promises to make it up to me, so, hell, why not?”
“When
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