Page 20 of Wicked Witch

I’m glad that asshole is out of the picture now. Maybe I’ll finally get a shot. Seeing her that day broken hearted and waiting hours after everyone left for her fiance to still show… The broken nose he got was well deserved.

Leaving the school parking lot, I drive home to shower and change. When I pull up to the small house I own I’m surprised to see Astor. Parking next to his truck, I roll my window down.

He’s on the phone with someone and he’s laughing about something.

“He just got home. I’ll ask him and call you back.” Ending his call he looks over at me and grins.

“So, how do you feel about taking a vacation?” he asks and I open my door.

“I have a few more days left of work, but I could probably swing that. What did you have in mind? I’m assuming that it was Rus on the phone?”

He nods and climbs out of his truck, meeting me at the front door. I put in the code and turn the knob.

“Yeah, he’s in New York and said he found the woman of his dreams. So he’s wanting to have a camping trip for his bachelor party.”

“Wait, what? Like I know he’s a little psychotic, but he just met someone? In the two days since we saw him? And New York. Astor that's three days away!”

Tossing my keys in the dish on the counter, I walk right to the fridge for some beers. Looks like we’re hanging here tonight instead of hitting the bar.

“Say we did drive to New York… I mean we should at least go to talk some sense into the guy. For all we know he’s been bewitched or something.”

Grunting, I open the fridge and grab the drinks. I don’t have many groceries so takeout it is.

I hand Astor a beer, then open up my kitchen drawer that holds all the menus.

“Pick something. I’m going to take a quick shower and think about it.”

Leaving him, I take my beer and walk to my room. Drinking, I think about Rus and how eccentric he is. To meet someone and propose doesn’t shock me. Sounds exactly like something he would do, but Astor is right, we need to try and talk him out of it.

If he really loves this girl and she feels something for him then why the rush? It’s not like he’s gotten her pregnant or something, and even if he did, marriage isn’t always the answer.

Walking into the bathroom, I place my almost empty bottle on the counter, strip and step inside, shutting the glass door. I haven’t turned the water on yet. Closing my eyes, I think about the one woman that would possibly have me dropping all my inhibitions and marrying on the spot.

My cock hardens, and I grip it tightly, grunting at how good it feels. I haven’t fucked anyone in a few months or felt the desire to jack off. Work has been stressing me out, and it’s not like I even want to try Tinder again.

The last date was a disaster. For starters, the girl I was supposed to meet at the restaurant, catfished me. She didn’t look anything like her photos and okay, I could have looked the other way on that.

I’m not a shallow guy, but then I came to find out she brought her two kids and her ‘brother’ who was really her husband. Theywere desperate for a night out and didn’t have the money for a date, or someone to watch the kids.

Yeah, that was my last Tinder experience.

Thinking about curves and long dark hair, I picture Wynter in this shower with me. On her knees with her pouty lips open and tongue sticking out, just begging to suck my cock.

It’s embarrassing to say that with four hard strokes, I’m coming all over my shower tile. Turning the water on, I sigh and quickly rinse off. Using some of the vanilla blackberry body wash that I may have bought because it reminds me of Wynter, I wash myself, then rinse again and shut the water off.

The silence hits me and I look around. When I bought this place I imagined having a wife and kids here. It’s been five years now and the space is too much.

Maybe I should just sell it and move into the same condo building as Astor.

Opening the shower door, I grab my towel and wrap it around my hips, then grab my beer and walk into my room.

The chill from the AC has me rushing to throw on some sweats. I don’t bother with a shirt.

Not like I’m going anywhere and it’s just my twin here.

Leaving my room, I find Astor in the same spot I left him. “Okay, I’ve narrowed it down to Chinese, Thai, or burgers,” he mumbles, pointing to the menus on the counter.

He looks exhausted. Maybe a vacation would be a good thing. “You pick,” I say, passing the kitchen to sit on the couch.

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