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@TheL0stB0y:I’m down with that.

@MeAndMyShadow33:Then, it’s nice to meet you…

@TheL0stB0y:Michael. And you’re…

@MeAndMyShadow33:James.

@TheL0stB0y:Wow… we’re generic.

@MeAndMyShadow33:Or traditional.

@TheL0stB0y:There’s nothing traditional about any of this.

@MeAndMyShadow33:Definitely not.

@TheL0stB0y:Ready for Lesson 1?

@MeAndMyShadow33:You don’t waste any time, do you?

@TheL0stB0y:I find it’s easier to learn to swim if you just jump in.

@MeAndMyShadow33:Baptism by fire?

@TheL0stB0y:Exactly… Lesson 1: Likes and Dislikes.

@MeAndMyShadow33:As in, I like extra cheese on my pizza and hate mushrooms?

@TheL0stB0y:Sure. Or if you’re feeling more open-minded, you could get more personal.

@MeAndMyShadow33:Personal how?

@TheL0stB0y:As in, I like giving head better than receiving.

“Christ.” I choked on a laugh, and quickly glanced up from my phone to check on Anne, like somehow, she might’ve been privy to my conversation, which was asinine. She hadn’t even moved an inch.

Thank God for disaster films.

Parker

Two very slow minutes ticked by, and I worried I might’ve spooked the poor guy when he hadn’t replied. He had zero experience with dudes, and here I was already talking about blowjobs.

@TheL0stB0y:Did I freak you out?

@MeAndMyShadow33:Not really. Just took me by surprise, and now I’m trying to think of something more “personal” to share.

@TheL0stB0y:Only share what you’re comfortable with. Full disclosure… I was kind of messing with you. Testing your boundaries.

@MeAndMyShadow33:So you don’t prefer giving head, then?

@TheL0stB0y:No, that was true. I love sucking dick.

@MeAndMyShadow33:Interesting…

@TheL0stB0y:Yeah?

@MeAndMyShadow33:I’m curious if I will too.

This guy. His inexperience shouldn’t have turned me on, but apparently my body did not agree. I shifted, sitting up against the headboard, and adjusted myself. I liked the idea of being his first. Obviously, he’d been with a woman before, but I liked the idea of being the one to show him what he’d been missing out on, to be the first man he ever tasted, touched—fucked. Hell. I didn’t even know what the guy looked like. He could be some greasy, sixty-year-old pervert who liked to get his rocks off by fucking with guys on the Internet. But that image didn’t ring true either. I had no way of actually knowing, but James seemed genuine to me.

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