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I bring my phone closer, holding it in my left hand so she can get a better view.
“When a guy gets close, you’ll feel him tense and then—” I fuck my fist a few more seconds before I groan through my release, shooting cum over my fingers.
“Whoa. That’s hot…” She licks her lips. “Girls normally swallow that, right?”
“Uh, well…if they want. Or they can spit it out.”
“Whaddya like?”
Jesus Christ.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I’d rather my partner do whatever makes ‘em comfortable.”
“I’ll haveta try it and judge for myself. It kinda looks nasty though. Like why is it so slimy? Girls’ cum don’t look like that, right?”
“I dunno why it’s slimy and no yours is more liquidy.” I set the phone back on my nightstand. “I need to clean up, hold on.”
She giggles. “Me too. I’ll be right back.”
Well, I can’t say I’ve ever done that before, but somehow with Harlow, she makes awkward things not feel awkward at all. She’s so damn wholesome, she doesn’t even realize how we technically got each other off during phone sex.
To her it was a learning experience.
But for me, I’ve fallen deeper.
And now, there’s no point in even trying to ignore my feelings.
They’re front and center, but if I don’t control them, she’s going to see right through me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Harlow
Waylon showing me how he likes to be touched while I got off to watching him is all I’ve been able to think about for the past four days.
I’ve never seen a cock in person and even though he was through a screen, it was still jarring to see how thick and big he is.
I was tempted to ask howthatis supposed to fit inside someone, because even though I have no references to compare it to, I assume he’s above average. When he wrapped his hand around his shaft, I couldn’t help wondering if my fingers would even touch around his girth.
And then I tried to picture how it’d fit in my mouth…
I would choke to death.
But then I read somewhere about gag reflexes and how some people practice with a dildo to go deeper down their throats. Since I’m not about to buy one of those, I’ll have to learn another way.
The more he teaches me about sex and what guys like the more the lines blur between us. I’ve tried pushing my feelings aside so things don’t get awkward when he’s answering myquestions, but it’s getting harder now that we’re growing closer as friends.
Today’s my coffee date with Emery so I need to shove all my unrequited feelings to the back burner and at least try to give him a chance. He messaged this morning to confirm we’re still meeting at noon and then said he’d be waiting for me with a black baseball cap on and leather jacket.
Should be easy enough to find him, especially since I’ve seen his photos on the app. But I’m still not super eager about it. I’m more excited to wear my new boots out of the house.
I’ll never get proper dating experience if I don’t try, so I get myself ready and try to give myself a pep talk. Who knows, he could be very sweet in person, we could have a lot in common, and I would’ve never known if I hadn’t given him a chance.
Yeah, that’s what I’m telling myself.
Before I head out, Natalie video calls, and I prop up my phone while I finish my makeup and hair.
“I still have your location in case this Emery dude turns out to be a psycho,” she tells me.
