"C'mon, Hayley you know me! I would never do something like that and you know it. Besides what would I possibly get out of doing that? Think about it. Just let me explain myself." She let out a loud sigh. A long awkward pause followed.
"Fine... but I don't have time to talk about it now." She paused. "How about we meet at the Starbucks by Bloor and Parkside in an hour?"
"The one by High Park? Yeah I could do that," I told her, kind of surprised. "Okay, I'll see--" I began to say, but she had already hung up.
In all the times I practiced our conversation in my head, not once did she call me back. And now, here I was, getting ready to go have coffee with her. Maybe there was hope for me after all.
I quickly showered and dressed in my nicest pair of jeans. They were really tight, and that could explain why I hadn't worn them in a while. I gelled my hair up a bit at the front, and put on my best cologne. Grabbing my jacket, I flew out the door.
As I got closer and closer my heart rate started to climb, much like it did on the phone. I hadn't seen her in what seemed like forever, not even in pictures. I had more or less forgotten completely about her and everything we had, which was kind of my plan anyways. Only when I heard this morning that she was coming on the radio did I think of her. And clearly, I couldn't resist.
The shop was smaller than most, which made me wonder how she knew of it anyways. It's not like it was in an area someone would go to if they were visiting the city. But there she was sitting by the window. I could hardly move I was so nervous. I tried to walk as casually as I could until I sat down across from her.
Her face was bathed in orange from the setting sun, and hiding behind a big pair of sunglasses. The purple frames matched her purple toque, which sat atop her hair fiery, red hair.
She didn't say anything. I couldn't tell whether or not she was looking at me through her glasses. I didn't like that. It was no secret I was staring right at her. For a minute, neither of us moved, until she slid one of her two coffees over to me. I wanted to say "Thanks", or at least mumble it, but I couldn't move my lips. I brought my coffee up to my mouth to do something else than stare at her. Turned out she still remembered how I took it, which surprised me. And it was almost cold. She must've been there a little while. She finally broke the silence.
"So let me hear it." She said simply. So, I told her.
I told her how I had gone to my buddies' house for a party, and that's where it happened. They all knew I was good friends with Hayley at the time. And we had been for a while.
I met Hayley way back in Junior High, where she first met Josh and Zac Farro. For a while I never had the opportunity to talk to her, but when we did we immediately clicked. We were two happy kids, and we used to talk every day. We'd hang out at recess, do all our group projects together, and I was over at the Williams' so much they felt like an aunt and uncle to me.
It was when Hayley and the Farro's started to play together that we began to grow apart. I would hang out with them and listen to them sometimes, but I couldn't play an instrument to save my life. But I will say that they were damn good, and Hayley was already under the radar of the fat cats in the music industry. It seemed as though it was only a matter of time. Before I knew it, they were touring the globe as one of the biggest rock bands in the world.
But Hayley and I never completely grew apart, and I think I got to see all but one of their shows in Tennessee until I moved to Toronto. We still shared all our secrets and I always went to her when I needed someone to cheer me up. She would constantly video chat and text me, even when she was dating Josh. But our chats were just friendly and everything; there was never a hint of anything more. Until she broke up with him. There was a gap of a few months where she was single, and not long after her break up things became a little... spicy.
It started during one of our regular video chats, maybe a week after she told me she broke up with Josh. We were just talking as usual, but I could tell she wasn't really focused. She was thinking about something. And then she started to talk about how horny she was, seeing as she hadn't been fucked in nearly a month. Sex was never really an awkward topic with us, but we never really went that personal. She seemed to get progressively more fidgety and squirmy, and she exclaimed she had to get her shirt and pants off or she was going to die. I didn't object, but I felt kind weird. Even though she's extremely hot, I had never thought of Hayley as more than a good friend. But I had never seen her takes her clothes off, or seen her in her underwear for that matter. She has a really small thin frame, and she looked amazing sitting on her bed in nothing but bra, panties and flaming hair. But that wasn't enough, as said she was going to have to get herself off. I didn't know how to respond to that, but she was on a different page than I was anyways. She said goodbye and logged off, leaving me with my imagination. That was the night I realized she was much more than a friend to me, and was also the first night I jacked off to her. I couldn't get the image of her squirming around while she moaned and plowed her fingers into her pussy out of my head.
We didn't talk for a few weeks after that, and when we did she pretended as if nothing abnormal ever happened... at first at least. We talked for a bit, shared a couple of laughs, but then she said she wanted to try something new--a game. She would take off one piece of clothing, if I would too. Again, I hesitated, but eventually agreed. Bit by bit, Hayley and I slowly got undressed. I watched carefully each time she slowly revealed a new part of her cream coloured body to me. Believe me, there is nothing sexier than watching a good looking girl undress, even over camera.
We finally reached a point where I had pulled off my jeans and she was left in nothing but bra, panties and her pair of knee length, rainbow-coloured socks. She giggled when my hard-on sprung out and made a tent in my boxers. Her hair was tied up in a loose ponytail and her bangs hung across her face. She smiled at me and squeezed her boobs together. She had never given me more than a playful kiss on the cheek before that point. She was all fidgety again, as if she was stuck on a decision.
"Do you want to see my titties, Ray?" She asked in the most seductive tone I had ever heard. I knew the question had to have been coming, but I still wasn't prepared for it. I smiled and nodded.
She smiled back and looked down to her chest. She covered her boobs over her bra with one hand, and pulled the straps off her shoulders with the other. Soon her arm and cups were all that were covering her boobs, before she turned around and tossed her bra across the room. She turned back to me with two fingers on each nipple, and I swear to God to this day I have never seen a sexier sight. She moved her hands over her boobs, squeezing them and playing with them, before switching back to her nipples and revealing her tits in all their glory. They are very nicely sized, and she has a pair of adorable round nipples to go with them. Then she broke out into laughter before she told me to stop looking so stupid. She sighed and explained she had to leave and cut it off early, again. She told me to have fun tonight, and I told her the same, with a smirk.
We didn't video chat again for months; she just got so busy with touring that she couldn't find the time. She continued to text me, and to my surprise would occasionally send me topless and near naked pics of herself. Each pic got more and more revealing, but she never showed me anything under her panties. Needless to say I was a happy man for a long time.
But then she found a new boyfriend, and when we video chatted next nothing was ever mentioned of what happened before. But we continued to talk and laugh as normal, surprisingly enough. I was pleasantly surprised when one of her next texts had a sexy picture of her standing topless in the mirror with one hand down her panties. She told me she wasn't about to let some new boy keep her from me. I felt like a king, getting nude pics of a rock star that's in a relationship. Maybe I felt more like a God.
So this carried on for a couple of years, I guess. Paramore never really came out to Toronto much so I didn't get to see Hayley at all really. I made a few trips to the U.S. to catch some shows, and that was about it. Hayley started to become really famous, and our talks became less and less. We still loved to talk, but it was probably the furthest we'd ever been. But it all changed that one night I went to my buddies' house.
The night went on as any other; we had a few girls over, played some games, and watched some hockey. But at some point I had lost track of my phone. I found it eventually, but thought nothing of it. Minutes later it started buzzing, muffled but very familiar.
"Hello?"
"Ray... what the hell is this?" It was Hayley. She was sobbing. I had never, ever seen her cry since she left Tennessee. She was always happy to see me.
