Me: hanging*
Me: You?
Haylee: Not much. Was just doing some studying.
Me: Cool
Cool? What is this, the ’90s? Who responds with just “cool”? At least she can’t tell that I’ve been avoiding her lately.
Haylee: So I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just spit it out. It kind of feels like you’ve been avoiding me.
Well, fuck! So much for that. What the hell do I say to that? Yes, I’ve been avoiding you because you’re all I think about, even when my hand is on my dick? Ever since that day in the shower when her face popped in my head, I haven’t thought of anyone else.
Me: No, I’ve just been super busy. This semester is kicking my ass. So much for “easy” classes.
Phew, hopefully she bought that. I mean, it’s not a total lie; the semester is partially kicking my ass.
Haylee: Oh, ok. I was beginning to forget what your ugly face looked like.
I turn the camera on and snap a quick selfie and send it.
Me: See, still looks the same!
My phone vibrates again. This time though, her face appears on the screen from the Halloween party last year where she was dressed up as Supergirl, and she is trying to FaceTime me. Shit, she already knows I’m home doing nothing. If I ignore the call, she’ll know something is up, so I take a deep breath and hit “answer.” The sight of her on the other side of the phone makes me instantly hard. Thank God she can’t see my lower half.
“Hey. You didn’t believe I still looked the same, so you had to call me to make sure the pic wasn’t a fake?”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. You’re so funny.” She rolls her eyes at me, followed by a huge smile.
That smile does a number on me. I would give anything to keep that smile on her face.
“So, what’s going on?”
“Nothing. I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow night to Steele Toby’s? I haven’t seen you in forever, and I thought it could be fun.”
Steele Toby’s is a local college bar. We made friends with Amanda, one of the bartenders, and as long as we don’t make a scene, she is cool with our fake IDs. She’s always super flirty, but that phrase “don’t shit where you eat” doesn’t apply to just coworkers, but also to bartenders at the only bar you can drink at underage. I’d hate for her to cut us off after I fuck her and never call her again, so I had to suck it up, taking one for the team, and enjoy the casual flirting.
Haylee bats her eyelashes and gives a pouty expression, and it’s at that moment I know that not only can I not tell her no, but I don’t want to. I want to make her happy and be the reason behind that smile.
“Okay. Fine,” I groan, pretending I don’t want to.
“Yay!” The phone picture shakes as she jumps up and down in excitement.
Seeing her face light up like that is totally worth the torture of being ar
ound her.
The next night, I drag Kyler with me to Steele Toby’s. I look around as we walk in and don’t see Haylee there yet. Ky and I walk over and take a seat at the bar. I nod my head in Amanda’s direction, and she holds up one finger, letting me know she’ll be with us in a moment.
“Well, hey there, cutie. It sure has been a while since I’ve seen you in here. I’ve missed you. Always nice having some eye candy while I’m working. What can I get you, boys?”
Amanda leans over with a straight view of her round tits. Usually, I would find the view spank bank–worthy, but shit, that’s how I know I’ve got it bad. Not even Amanda’s tits on display are doing anything for me. All I can think of is how I wish Haylee was the one leaning over for a view of her perfect tits.
I blink away the thoughts before my dick gets word of them. “Just two Yuenglings. Bottle is fine.”
“You got it, cutie.”
I exhale a rather loud breath, trying to keep my composure, knowing I’m going to see Haylee in just a matter of minutes. Maybe she decided to back out for some reason.