Page 31 of Fighting Jacob

Just as I spit the last of my toothpaste into the sink, my phone dings with a text message.

Jacob: When you asked me out earlier today, was it a date?

I can hear his nerves even over a text. Happy to keep him on tenterhooks, I reply:

Me: Hmmm, I don’t know... Maybe?

His message comes through at a lightning pace.

Jacob: Seriously?

Me: ... I am horny.

My honesty usually gets me in trouble, and I don’t see tonight being any different.

Jacob: Jesus, Lola, you can’t say shit like that to me.

Me: Why not?

He usually loves my honesty.

Jacob: Because I'm not alone, and you're giving me a hard-on!

My laughter bounces around my small kitchen as excitement surges through my womb.

Me: Sorry... Do you want me to take care of it?

Jacob: Fuck, yes!

My head shouts, "no," but my body ignores its panic.

Me: Where are you?

I glare at my phone, impatiently waiting for him to reply. It takes him a lot longer to respond this time around.

Jacob: Can I meet you later?

That’s not the reply I expected, but I’m too horny to care right now.

Me: Okay...

Jacob: Mavs at 11 PM?

I must be getting old because I was planning to be in bed by then.

Me: Alright, but don’t keep me waiting, Jacob.

Jacob: I’ll be there with bells on.

His reply makes me smile.

Me: Okay, I look forward to it!

Jacob: Me too xx

I arrive at Mavericks at ten PM, eager for my hook up with Jacob. I’m not desperate, but when you’ve been with someone as well-endowed as Jacob, a girl can’t help but get a little excited.

“Hey, Maggie,” I greet her when I see her at the end of the bar, wiping it down with her trusty red dishcloth.

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