Page 9 of Milky

After a long shower where I did more standing and staring in disbelief than scrubbing or washing, I climb into bed with my phone in my hands, a new text message up on my screen.

I can’t believe you’re real

I know cool guys don’t text right away but I don’t want to play any games. I’ve never met a woman who is into the things I’m into. And in all the times I went into the DNF bookstore, I never saw you until tonight.

Milk and fate brought us together.

I can’t wait to see you and Herb tomorrow.

Okay, I’m done. I’m sorry. That was too many messages.

I chew my cheek and stare at the phone as the screen goes dark. She may be a slow texter or maybe she and Herb are still cleaning, I don’t know. But I don’t read into it and put my phone on the charger, and instead sink into a comfortable sleep.

The next morning, I have ten texts waiting from Leche, and I find myself holding in my morning pee just to read through them.

Sorry - we were working. We clean the little Inn next door to the bookshop too.

I feel the same way - I don’t want to play games.

I know people usually date a while before they have sex but we’ve been waiting so long to find each other that waiting now seems really, really dumb

I mean what if you get hit by a truck tomorrow and I didn’t let you nurse tonight? I’d be thinking how stupid I was to want to wait

And I’d be thinking I’m sad you died, of course

Sorry I just created a situation where you died. Just didn’t want you to think we’re easy because we don’t want to wait

I hope you liked Herb

He doesn’t judge and he’s a king with his mouth

He liked you

The three of us are gonna have fun tonight

I reread those ten messages at least ten times, and by the time I’m ready to get up and use the restroom, I have a massive hardon.

Slipping into the bathroom, I set my phone down on the counter as I take a leak, wondering how to respond to Leche. But as I’m peeing, the screen illuminates with another text.

Are you up? If you, do you feel like having some phone intercourse?

Washing my hands, I snatch my phone and turn on the shower with my opposite hand, already texting with my thumb.

All three of us?

For a second, when I let myself think about the fact that we’re referring to a vacuum as a person, I get a little weirded out. I kinda feel like the guy that sticks his dick in his gas tank because he thinks he’s in a loving relationship with his sports car.

But I remind myself that Leche has addressed that Herb is indeed a vacuum. I think more than anything, he’s a supportive, strong, silent friend that also helps her get off.

If I can fill those roles, though…

Yes

I was just about to take a shower

An idea hits me.

Want to FaceTime? You can watch me and I’ll watch the two of you.

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