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“Good …” I trail off, pissed.Why can’t he ever be alone?Finally, I just say, “We’re going to go register for classes, and I’m going to seeGranada. This jet lag is kicking my ass.”
“Whoa, Kim swears.”
“Ha ha,” I say tonelessly. “What are you doing?”
“Randy and I went to the mall shopping for him, and now we’re at his place.”
“How’s Randy doing?”
“Why? What do you mean?” Shane’s tone is strangely sharp.
“Jeez, don’t be so defensive. I was just asking.”
His voice relaxes. “Oh, he’s fine.Typical Randy. You know. He’s a freak.”
“I’m a freak,” Randy calls in the background.
I choke out a laugh. “Yeah, I know. What’d you buy?”
“New shoes, actually.”
Telling me about what they bought and how Randy has been working out and his parents are thinking of redoing the basement and he has a paper due already, I listen to him talk. And I don’t really know how toanswer his questions about my day, other than I cooked.
Sitting in front of the laptop screen, I’m almost forced to pay attention, which is a good thing, since if he couldn’t see me, I’d probably be banging on the walls or crying. This whole thing is driving me crazy.
After saying goodbye to Shane, I go to bed, frustrated again.
In the earlymorning before it’s light, I wake up, unclear on where I am and what time it is. I guess the time change is what’s doing it. I need to recalibrate my body, or maybe I’m finally letting myself hang out in the murky dark.
I had that dream again. The one I had in the car, where I was splayed on a soft fur while the man circles the pressure pointbetween my legs with his calloused fingers.
I still feel those fingers. They make my blood run. Whatever is happening to my brain, I can’t … I need to let my body release. I need an orgasm now or I’m going to explode.
Fumbling for the clock, I calculate the time back home. I can text Shane. Should I tell him how horny I am? Or is that crass? If he’s my boyfriend, doesn’t he wantto know everything about me? Maybe this would rekindle our relationship. We very rarely go here. Maybe we can progress to being lovers instead of best friends with rare benefits.
Maybe he’d want to do a little sexting.
What are you wearing?I message him on Skype.
He messages back.Hey. Why? Sweats.
The message bubbles keep coming.
Oh, baby, what are you wearing?
Wait.
That’s not Shane. I text,Randy??!!!
Hey, girl. Hey.
This isn’t going to work. I chicken out. Dammit.Sorry to bug you. I’ll message you later.
K.
Bye, Yoko!!!
I close out my computer, disappointed, and drum my fingers on the desk. I’m supposed to spend the day with Tavo in Granada. Will I still feel the same way I did in the car with him?That aroused? That turned on?
