Page 11 of Just for Fun
“Well, this is some shit then,” I say to myself.
I am tempted to go out by myself. It wouldn’t be the first time. I could have a couple of drinks, maybe even meet someone, have some fun, kill some time.
A yawn takes over my entire body as I try to come up with a plan. Suddenly, staying in doesn’t sound as terrible. Maybe I should try it, it won’t kill me.
“Pizza for one it is.”
I chuckle to myself as I place the order. Grabbing the energy drink, I walk toward my bedroom where I throw my clothes off and start the shower. I place the can on the bathroom sink and jump under the already hot jet of water. At first, it burns a little, but then I get used to it and start scrubbing. For a brief second, as I soap up my balls, I get tempted to rub one out. But then, just like with the idea of going out alone, I change my mind.
My eyes widen slightly at the thought of possibly being bored even with myself, let alone my usual activities. I always seem to do the same things, on repeat. Maybe I need some new excitement in my life.
I get out of the shower and dry off, then wrap the towel around my hips, too lazy to put on some clothes. What’s the point in putting them on when I’d be taking them back off when I go to sleep?
Staring at myself in the mirror, I can barely see myself through the steam that’s filled the bathroom. I blindly reach for the energy drink and take a long sip. It feels so good as it goes down my throat. The rush it gives me right after is unfortunately short lived. I bring the can back to my lips and down the rest of it, same thing though.
The doorbell dings, making me jump as I continue staring at myself in the mirror, an empty can in my hand, looking like a damn druggie that’s eager for his next hit.
“Fuck, maybe I need to quit drinking this shit,” I mumble to myself as I walk over to check who’s at the door. A quick glanceat the security screen reveals the pizza is already here. Since I already paid and tipped, I don’t have to do anything other than opening the door to grab the food.
“Mr. Kelly, hi!” The delivery girl grins at me, taking in my bare chest and the towel around my hips. I about flirt back when I remember that she’s most likely still in high school and my ass is too old for her.
That’s a sobering thought, me being too old for anyone, and I’m not even thirty yet.
“Hey, there,” I smile back, which seems to make her really happy. “Please don’t call me Mr. Kelly. It makes me feel old.”
“No way,” she giggles. “You look like you could be going to my college.”
I let out a silent sigh of relief that she’s older than I’d thought. But I still feel dirty flirting with her, which is a new thing for me. I’ve never had an issue with hooking up with the college girls.
My dick moves a little when she looks me up and down, pausing briefly around my chest area, where I know I’m sporting a six pack. The inviting look on her face would make it too easy. But I am not in the mood for this, not tonight.
I grab the box of pizza from her, one hand on the door, ready to thank her and send her on her way.
“My friend knows you,” she says, stopping me in my tracks.
“Who’s your friend?”
Her smile grows, happy that I’m not kicking her out just yet. A frown takes over my face when she takes a step forward, basically forcing me to let her in.
“Corinne,” she tells me while licking her lips in a very obvious gesture. “She said you gave her the best time.”
My frown deepens. “I don’t remember a Corinne.”
“It was a couple of months ago,” she explains. “At the pub by the theater.”
I try to think back to the last couple of times I was at that pub. The whole group of guys was there once, then I was there with just Alex… Suddenly, I know who she’s talking about.
“Ah, Corinne. Yes, I remember her. She was very… nice.” I settle for that. The girl was a nut, and I was lucky she didn’t tie me to the bed and keep me prisoner for life. The sex was just as wild, and I enjoyed every second, but I would lie if I didn’t say I was happy to get out of there as soon as we were done.
The pizza delivery girl, whose name I don’t even know, gives me a come hitter look. “I can be just as nice. Even nicer,” she assures me.
A shiver goes through my body, and I’d normally take her up on her offer. But tonight is different. I feel restless, but I’m also looking forward to spending the night in, on my own. How odd.
“Already have plans for the night.” I wink at her, but it gets awkward when the smile falls off her face. It doesn’t last long, though, and her eyes light up with excitement, like she just had the best idea.
“What about tomorrow night?”
I take her in one more time, this time paying attention to more details. Like the fact that her outfit is not appropriate for delivering pizza.
