Page 29 of Falling in Love with Two

“A girl who looks like that? She’s got to be wild. Plus, Amy has told me she’s the tame one of the two of them. And trust me, that’s saying something.”

“I’m not giving you details if that’s what you’re after,” I tell him.

“Just wondering why you haven’t called her.”

“One, none of your damn business. Two, refer back to number one.”

“Why so cranky?” He asks. “Sounds like you need to get laid. I have this great girl you should call.”

“When did you become my pimp?”

“Well, you don’t seem to be doing great on your own.”

Man, this kid gets a taste of pussy from an older woman, and he suddenly thinks he’s Cassanova. I’ve been in the dating game since he was a pimply-faced preteen.

“I’m doing just fine,” I assure him.

“Whatever you say. I’m just saying maybe she’d like to hear from you.”

“If she wanted me to call, she would’ve given me her number.”

“Dude, I could get her number from Amy.”

“No,” I argue. “That just seems creepy.”

“I don’t think she’d see it that way. From what she told Amy, the sex was incredible.”

Sounds like Amy has a big mouth.

But it makes me feel good that she called the sex incredible. Glad to know she enjoyed it as much as I did.

As Jamie stands up to get to work, he says, “Just in case you’re interested, both of the girls work at Hot Pink Ink over in Kensington.”

“Uh, thanks.”

When he’s gone, Jack rubs his hands over his eyes. “I don't know what the hell to do with that boy. He’ll make a great mechanic if he could learn to keep his mouth shut.”

“I don’t see that happening.”

“Yeah, unfortunately, I think we are all doomed to hear about his sex escapades until the end of time.”

“Probably,” I agree.

But at this point, I’m only half-listening to this conversation. I’m back to thinking about Leah. Images of her ass bouncing on my cock flood my brain.

Man, it’s going to be a long fucking day.

Veronica: Hey, Dyl. What are you up to?

I grab my phone off the coffee table where I’ve propped up my feet to read the text.

Me: Just watching a basketball game.

Veronica: Who’s winning?

I have to look on the screen that I’ve been mindlessly staring at for the past hour. At this point, I don’t even remember who’s playing.

It suddenly occurs to me that my sister doesn’t give a shit about basketball.

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