Page 16 of The Hookup Situation

“Since I know you’re asking about the guy in the coffee shop, we’ve talked, but I’m still figuring things out. If there’s anything more to report I will tell you.”

“Oh, all right,” she says. I know she means well. She just wants to know what’s going on in my life and for me to be happy.

“I gotta go and finish getting ready for the Halloween party,” I tell her. “Say hi to Dad and Paris for me.”

“I will,” she promises. “Have fun and be safe. Love you lots.”

“Love you, too, Mom.”

“You ready?” I hear as soon as I end the call and set my phone down on the counter. I turn to see Chris. He’s dressed as an Egyptian Pharaoh and looks awesome. He’s been the best friend a guy could ask for over the last few weeks, helping me with all my sexual awakening shit, listening to me mope becauseTheaterslutnever did respond to the sexy videos I sent him asking if he wanted to meet up again. Maybe he didn’t thinkthey were sexy? Maybe he didn’t enjoy our night as much as I did? Having sex with him was seriously the most incredible experience of my life, but maybe I’m getting ahead of myself and it’s just because it’s new, and being with another guy would be equally amazing? I don’t know but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him even more since we fucked. And I haven’t done anything but pleasure myself since then because the idea of being with anyone else just doesn’t sit right with me.

I know that’s going to be a problem if he really doesn't want to see me again, so I’ll have to get over him at some point, but he’s a difficult person to forget.

When I asked Chris how he moves on from a guy he likes but doesn’t like him the same way, he gave me a small smile and told me he was still trying to figure that one out himself.

Maybe the fact that I haven’t seen him since that night is a sign that we don’t belong together.

I look at myself in the mirror one final time and nod, and we make our way to the Halloween party.

The frat house is two stories with a winding staircase leading up to the second floor. The ground floor is packed with sweaty bodies, talking, laughing and drinking. Loud upbeat music resounds throughout the house as people grind up against each other on the makeshift dance floor, which is just the living room with the furniture pushed aside. It smells like alcohol, sweat, and weed.

Chris and I make our way through the crowd, greeting classmates and friends as we head for the kitchen and some drinks. We run into Blake and his girlfriend, Sarah, and talk with them for a minute before we head to the backyard where the bonfire is.

There’s people roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, and we join them. I’m amazed at all the incredible costumes. There’s nurses, witches, a few more pirates, some animals,zombies, ghosts, super heroes, and more. I spot the pretty girl I’ve seen withTheaterslutand she looks amazing dressed as Gamora fromGuardians of the Galaxy. I almost don’t recognize her with the straight hair and green skin.

Chris finishes one s'more and tells me he’s heading back inside to dance. I follow him a bit later. I don’t think I want to dance but I could use another drink and some warmth. The fire is nice but it’s still pretty nippy outside.

I’m heading back into the living area with my second drink when I stop dead in my tracks. Holy shit, it’s him. And fuck, he looks good.Theaterslutis a few feet away, chatting with a small blonde girl dressed as Harley Quinn, and a tall dark haired guy that’s dressed as a cop. His costume is so much better than either of theirs, though.

He’s dressed in nothing but a bright green speedo and huge iridescent fairy wings, his gorgeous pale skin on full display. He has glitter in his raven hair and around his eyes, and holy fuck, my cock is rallying to life in my rather tight pirate pants right now. His rings are missing, but his earrings are still there, making his costume that much sexier, and his nose ring is in place, along with that sexy as fuck nipple piercing. God, why is that so hot?

A shiver goes through me when I remember what his tongue ring felt like in my mouth and against my asshole. He smiles, and then laughs as I stare at him, and I fucking swoon. God, he’s sexy. I never expected his voice to be as deep as it is, but just listening to him talk turns me on, and that laugh is even sexier.

Damn, if I don’t stop staring at him I’m going to have a situation in my pants pretty soon.

“Go say hi,” I hear and turn to see Chris next to me.

I swallow. “What if he doesn’t want to talk to me?”

“Then he won’t, but at least you tried. He doesn’t have to do anything he doesn't want to do. If he tells you he really doesn’twant to see you again, at least you’ll know and you can move on, instead of just hoping that he’ll message you someday, right?”

Fuck it. Chris is right. I take one more swig of my drink and set it down, before I gather my courage and make my way over to him. Maybe I’m being stupid, but if he doesn't want to talk to me, or even see me again, he can say so to my face. At least then I’ll know where I stand, and I can’t waste this opportunity.

He’s just pressed a kiss to the girl’s cheek and she and the guy she was with are walking away when I reach him. With more confidence than I feel, I step up behind him and whisper in his ear. “Hey, Tinkerbell.”

He turns and I grin. God, he’s even more beautiful close up. Those vivid blue eyes are mesmerizing. “If you’re Tinkerbell does that make me Captain Hook?”

He smirks at me. “Smooth.”

“Thank you.” I lean in closer. “Any chance I can get you to change your mind about that one time only thing? My ass misses your cock a whole hell of a lot. If you saw the videos I sent you know nothing compares.”

A shiver runs through him but he doesn’t speak.

“Come on, Tinkerbell,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his ear. “Give me some of that pixie dust.”

He laughs, though it sounds like he’s trying not to, and then he’s gripping my hand and pulling me towards the stairs.

When we get up to the second floor he drags me down the hall until we reach the bathroom. He reaches in and flicks the light on, then shoves me inside and steps in after me, closing the door behind him. As soon as he turns around he’s pushing me against the door and holding me there, his forearm pressed against my chest as he glares at me. Holy hell, why is that so hot? He looks furious, and I have no idea why. But I might come just from him staring at me like that.

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