Author’s Note
All text in parenthesis are text messages that I am sending to the male character in the story.
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“How’s it going with Shelly?” I texted him.
I saw him glance at his phone and then at me. He was talking to our boss across the room during our department holiday party. We had hooked up a few times about six months ago. I never thought we would date, we both had long commutes from opposite directions.
When he walked away from our boss I texted him “She treating you right?” I included a winky face with that one.
Again he looked at his phone and then back at me, the look on his face seemed to ask what kinda bullshit I was trying to pull on him.
“I’m single again. Didn’t work out with Colin.”
He glanced over and gave me that pursed lipped “I’m sorry.” look.
“Ya it sucks but you know what they say.”
He raised his eyebrows, apparently he did not know what they say.
“You know best way to get over someone is to get under someone.”
He looked away, it was now clear I was going to try to fuck with him in some way. He knew me well enough to know that.
“So you didn’t answer, she keeping you happy?”
He gave me a sarcastic thumbs up. He didn’t put his phone back in his pocket though.
“Come on this is boring, tell me, does she give good head?”
This time he just looked away.
“Does she swallow like I do?”
I could tell he wasn’t going to look back at me now, but he was looking at his phone very quickly each time I messaged him.
“I can read you, that’s a no. She does suck you off though right?”
“Oh god, you should never play poker I can read your face. She thinks it’s gross doesn’t she?”
I grinned at him. He didn’t seem as amused.
“Remember after graduation last year? We could hear parents congratulating their kids on the other side of the wall. I liked that.”
“You must have too, you didn’t last very long.”
