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Antony replies.

She did invite you in after the date didn’t she?

True.

I think for a moment. Does that mean that she does want to make out?

Fuck me. I thought that I had this under control, but now it has come to my attention that I know absolutely nothing about how to act around a nice girl. I should have gone straight home after the kiss. What was I thinking?

Antony texts.

I think if she invited you in???

I think for a minute. Okay ... let me get this straight. I can go to third base, and she can come, and I can’t. I frown. Why would anyone do that? And more importantly, why would they want to?

I text my reply.

What do you guys classify as third base?

My eyes roam to the kitchen as I wait for their reply.

I would think kissing and fucking her with your hand, maybe a bit of dry humping?

Fuck me, this is all too confusing. I reply.

If I have my hand down her pants and we’re making out and she orgasms.

We are fucking.

Another laughing emoji comes in from Antony.

Rebecca walks out into the living room with a cup of tea, and I guiltily put my phone to the side.

“Here we go.” She puts it down onto the coffee table in front of me.

My eyes linger on the beautiful woman standing in front of me, and honestly, I have no idea what to do next.

I glance down and notice that there’s only one cup of tea. “You’re not having one with me?”

“I thought I might have a quick shower and take my makeup off.” She shrugs, as if not knowing what to say. “Get into my pajamas.”

“Good idea.” My eyes drop to her toes and back up to her face in that dress.

Or just stay naked.

She disappears up the stairs, and I quickly text again.

She’s gone upstairs to have a shower and slip into something more comfortable.

Antony replies.

You’re in.

Henley then sends fire emojis.

Get up there and sort her out.

I stand and begin to pace back and forth. I run my two hands through my hair as panic runs through me.

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