Page 36 of Hey, Stepbro

I laugh as Waxley fanboys over all the details.

"And you said it was in a bathroom stall?" He shakes his head in disbelief. "That's so wild."

"It sure was. But that's not even the craziest part."

"What is?"

"He can last forever. And boy, does he know how to make me scream."

"Holy shit."

"We haven't fucked yet, but I can tell he’ll be passionate and attentive in bed. And I bet he can go for hours."

I smile at the memory of our time together, warmth spreading through my chest.

"And let me tell you," I say, leaning in conspiratorially, "he’s an absolute master of oral sex."

"That’s amazing."

"He sucked my dick like he was born to do it. It felt like every single nerve in my body was being stimulated at once."

I give Waxley a knowing look and he smirks, understanding the intensity of the experience without me having to explain further.

"You're so lucky," he says, shaking his head in admiration. "My asshole’s tingling thinking about it."

"I bet it is."

"I'm jealous as crap. You better keep him around."

I nod in agreement. "That's the plan."

"Oh," I add, "and he doesn't even mind that I'm a virgin. I thought he'd balk at that, but he's surprisingly understanding and patient about it. He thinks it's hot. He wants to be my first and claim me."

"What a keeper."

"Amen, sister." I clear my throat. "Tell me about your wildest fantasies. What kind of man do you want?"

Waxley hesitates for a moment and then takes a deep breath.

"I want someone who's strong, confident, and secure in himself," he begins. "Someone who's athletic and likes to stay active. I'm not into the whole bodybuilder thing, but I like a guy who can lift me up without any effort."

He pauses for a moment and looks away, his cheeks turning pink.

"And also," he continues, "someone who doesn't mind that I'm short and more feminine than most guys. It's hard to find someone like that."

I nod in understanding. It hasn't been easy for me either. But luckily, Brock has been the perfect fit for me—strong, confident, secure in himself—and he hasn’t minded my height or my more effeminate traits at all.

Unless he's lying to me.

Which would suck.

"You'll find him," I say encouragingly. "The universe always provides what we need when we need it."

"And I really want someone who will fuck the shit out of me," Waxley drawls. "Let's be real. Most men treat me so delicately because I’m pint-sized. I want a big, rough jock who knows how to make me scream."

"That's exactly what I want, too."

"We're such dirty hoes."

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