Page 34 of The Hookup Situation

Theaterslut: My dick you mean, or my hand on your ass?

Curious2002: That too, but I mean you, just being with you. You don’t wanna hang out tonight do you?

I swallow and my heart slams against my rib cage. He misses me? Not my body, or the pleasure I can bring him, but me? Do I want to hang out? Hell, yes, but I already made plans with Lucy and I do want to see her, and at least I can do that without beating myself up for it. I’m not supposed to be hanging out with Preston at all, and I went and broke that rule once already.

Theaterslut: Can’t sorry, I made plans.Then for some reason, even though I don’t owe him any sort of explanation I add,with a friend, not another guy. Just in case you’re wondering

Curious2002: Aww, you like my ass too much to go looking for another one, huh Tinkerbell?

He’s not wrong, but jeez, the smug bastard. And here I was worried about hurting his feelings.

Theaterslut: Shut up, you arrogant slut

Curious2002:Laughing emoji

Theaterslut: What time tomorrow?

Curious2002: 8 am? I have class at 11

Theaterslut: Same, though I usually run in the afternoon so I don’t have to get up at the ass crack of dawn.

Curious2002: Lol, It’s cool if you wanna sleep in. I wouldn’t blame you. I’m busy in the afternoon

Theaterslut: No, I want to go.Jesus fuck. Way to go, Jackson. Just wave the white flag, because I can’t say no apparently. I don’t want to say no. Shit, I’m in deep. I’m getting up at the ass crack of dawn to go running in the dead of winter when I could be in a nice warm bed, getting an extra hour of sleep. What the hell is wrong with me?

Curious2002:Smiley face emoji, is it cool if you meet me here? I thought we could run down to the park by the elementary school and take the path around the lake?

Theaterslut: See you then, doll

I put my phone away and finish removing my makeup before changing out of my costume and texting Lucy to tell her I’m on my way. Despite my fatigue, I’m eager to see her and just hang out. It feels like it’s been way too long since I’ve done that.

She must realize how haggard I am when I arrive, because I never go out of the house without makeup on. But after taking the stage makeup off, I would have had to go back home to put my own on and then head to her place, and that sounded exhausting so I just came straight here.

“Oh, honey,” she says as I step inside. “You’re sure you are up for this? You look exhausted. I can’t remember the last time I saw you without eyeshadow on.” I hear laughing and dishes clinking coming from the kitchen and assume it’s her roommates.

“I’m fine,” I tell her. She raises an eyebrow as she closes the door.

I chuckle softly. “Okay, yes, I’m tired, but I want to spend time with you. I need this.”

She gives a soft smile. “Okay. I guess it works out if we’re doing face masks. You would have had to take your makeup off anyway.” I’m not wearing my earrings either, or any of my jewelry because I took them off before going to dress rehearsal, along with my makeup, so they’re safely back at my apartment. I feel naked without all of it, though.

I hang my coat up and kick my boots off, then follow her into the bathroom where we apply our face masks and Lucy takes a selfie of us, our lips puckered. We set a timer for fifteen minutes and then head to the kitchen for a snack.

“Ooh, Jackson, looking good,” Lucy’s roommate Sophia says. This isn’t anything new to them. Lucy and I do this at least once a month. We always invite Rory but it’s not his thing. He will paint his nails and watch trashy TV with us though.

“Shit, you look so different without all your jewelry,” Gwen comments as she stares at me like I’ve got two heads. “I mean, you don’t look bad at all, just different.”

I smirk at her and she blushes. “Okay, I’m gonna go hide now,” she murmurs and Lucy and I laugh as she and Sophia scamper away with their own snacks in hand.

Lucy asks me how the play is going and if I’m excited or nervous for opening night. Both, of course, but more excited, I tell her.

Her smile is wide when she tells me she can’t wait to see me in it and has tickets to all four performances. I chuckle and shake my head.

“I wanna see you in that outfit,” she says, grinning like an idiot, and I can't help flushing. “You are gonna look sexy as fuck.”

I can’t help wondering what Preston would think to see me in it. Would he like it? Love it? Hate it? I can’t imagine him hating it after how excited he gets at seeing me in panties. The guy is a fucking panty slut.

“Hello?” Lucy says, and I blink. “Where were you?”

---