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been worried about how complicated technology is getting, y’know?”
“I’m sorry?” Her weird response throws me off balance.
“Yeah, you know. Old people can’t work TV remotes anymore. People in their forties can’t figure out social media apps. Now it seems like guys in their mid-twenties don’t even know how to use their cell phones to reply to their text messages.”
Ahhh. That makes more sense. She’s pissed at me. “God, Kaya. I’m sorry. I’ve just been kinda tied up the past few weeks.”
“Literally or figuratively?” She reaches into the pocket of her jacket and pulls something out of it, the end of which goes straight into her mouth. A red vine. The girl seems to have a never-ending supply of the damned things.
“Figuatively,” I answer. “Of course not literally.”
“Okay, ‘cause, see, even when people are really busy they still find time to shoot other people a quick text message. It happens all the time. So I asked because I figured, Kaya, give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he actually was hog tied in someone’s basement, and he was only released from captivity earlier this afternoon.”
Ben’s nowhere to be seen. Fucking Ben. He’s probably bleeding profusely in the showers by now and I could really use an out. “It just didn’t seem fair,” I say. “I don’t have time for a relationship, Kaya. I like you, I do, but if we hooked up it would only be sex. And I don’t want you to think I’m using you.”
“Why?” She snaps some red vine off in between her teeth and chews, frowning up at me.
“Why what?”
“Why don’t you want to use me for sex? Am I repulsive or something?”
Oh god. How the fuck am I supposed to answer that without putting a foot wrong? “You’re beautiful. You know you are. You know I wanna fuck you. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
Looking around, Kaya laughs quietly down her nose. She doesn’t look hurt. In fact, she looks amused. “You can’t hurt me, sweetheart. You want to fuck me. I want to fuck you. We both want to use each other for sex. So we should.”
I just stare at her. Believe it or not, I’ve been in this position before. Girls have used this line on me in the past, given me the whole, ‘I don’t want anything from you story,’ and then two months down the line they’re trying to sleep over at your place every night and attempting to introduce you to their parents. It never ends well. When Kaya says it, though, I get the impression I’d be the one trying to sleep over at her place every night, attempting to talk her into meeting my parents. I guess there’s no real fear of that happening, since both my mother and father are long dead, but still… Kaya makes me feel like I’m not the one in control here, and I don’t fucking like it. It’s terrifying. I’ve never liked a girl enough to consider picturing where she might slot into my life on a permanent basis. I don’t think Kaya would slot into my life. I get the feeling everything would have to change to accommodate her, and that just can’t happen. It’s just not possible.
Kaya sucks the red vine into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the twisted red candy, and my dick stirs in my pants. She knows all too well what she’s doing. It’s a cheap and obvious trick, but it’s also really fucking effective. My mind instantly starts showing me how awesome it would be if she were sucking my cock instead of that length of licorice, and she waggles her eyebrows, trying not to grin.
“You need to loosen up, Reeves. Not everything has to be serious. Sometimes, things can just be fun .” Slowly, she begins to back away, melting into the crowd, and I’m painfully fucking aware of the fact that I’m still in the tight shorts I fought in, and I’m about to be sporting an obvious boner. “If you remember how to use that cell phone of yours, you should reply to one of my texts. I’d love to help you relax sometime soon.” She gives me a
“I’m sorry?” Her weird response throws me off balance.
“Yeah, you know. Old people can’t work TV remotes anymore. People in their forties can’t figure out social media apps. Now it seems like guys in their mid-twenties don’t even know how to use their cell phones to reply to their text messages.”
Ahhh. That makes more sense. She’s pissed at me. “God, Kaya. I’m sorry. I’ve just been kinda tied up the past few weeks.”
“Literally or figuratively?” She reaches into the pocket of her jacket and pulls something out of it, the end of which goes straight into her mouth. A red vine. The girl seems to have a never-ending supply of the damned things.
“Figuatively,” I answer. “Of course not literally.”
“Okay, ‘cause, see, even when people are really busy they still find time to shoot other people a quick text message. It happens all the time. So I asked because I figured, Kaya, give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he actually was hog tied in someone’s basement, and he was only released from captivity earlier this afternoon.”
Ben’s nowhere to be seen. Fucking Ben. He’s probably bleeding profusely in the showers by now and I could really use an out. “It just didn’t seem fair,” I say. “I don’t have time for a relationship, Kaya. I like you, I do, but if we hooked up it would only be sex. And I don’t want you to think I’m using you.”
“Why?” She snaps some red vine off in between her teeth and chews, frowning up at me.
“Why what?”
“Why don’t you want to use me for sex? Am I repulsive or something?”
Oh god. How the fuck am I supposed to answer that without putting a foot wrong? “You’re beautiful. You know you are. You know I wanna fuck you. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
Looking around, Kaya laughs quietly down her nose. She doesn’t look hurt. In fact, she looks amused. “You can’t hurt me, sweetheart. You want to fuck me. I want to fuck you. We both want to use each other for sex. So we should.”
I just stare at her. Believe it or not, I’ve been in this position before. Girls have used this line on me in the past, given me the whole, ‘I don’t want anything from you story,’ and then two months down the line they’re trying to sleep over at your place every night and attempting to introduce you to their parents. It never ends well. When Kaya says it, though, I get the impression I’d be the one trying to sleep over at her place every night, attempting to talk her into meeting my parents. I guess there’s no real fear of that happening, since both my mother and father are long dead, but still… Kaya makes me feel like I’m not the one in control here, and I don’t fucking like it. It’s terrifying. I’ve never liked a girl enough to consider picturing where she might slot into my life on a permanent basis. I don’t think Kaya would slot into my life. I get the feeling everything would have to change to accommodate her, and that just can’t happen. It’s just not possible.
Kaya sucks the red vine into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the twisted red candy, and my dick stirs in my pants. She knows all too well what she’s doing. It’s a cheap and obvious trick, but it’s also really fucking effective. My mind instantly starts showing me how awesome it would be if she were sucking my cock instead of that length of licorice, and she waggles her eyebrows, trying not to grin.
“You need to loosen up, Reeves. Not everything has to be serious. Sometimes, things can just be fun .” Slowly, she begins to back away, melting into the crowd, and I’m painfully fucking aware of the fact that I’m still in the tight shorts I fought in, and I’m about to be sporting an obvious boner. “If you remember how to use that cell phone of yours, you should reply to one of my texts. I’d love to help you relax sometime soon.” She gives me a
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