Page 16 of Hey, Stepbro

The words tumble out in a rush. "I hooked up with a straight football player on the Rawdogs and he gave me my first BJ. No, I’m not telling you which one. Don't be nosy."

"Whoa, shit." Waxley smirks, eyes wide behind his glasses. "That’s exciting."

My face flames anew. "Yeah, we, um, fooled around. And yup, he… went down on me."

"Oh my God." Waxley stares at me, stunned into silence. Then a huge grin splits his face. "Blakely! That's amazing!"

I drop my head onto the table with a thud. "No, it's not. It's a disaster. I don't know how to act around him now."

"Do you run into him often? I don't see how that’s possible. You don't hang out with many football players."

"No comment."

"Maybe it was only a little experimentation. Don't get so worked up."

I lift my head to glare at him. "Let’s not go that far. I, for one, want him to use me again."

"Use?"

"That’s all it was. He was horny, I was there, so he blew me."

"If he was using you, I’d assume he’d want you to blow him."

"I jerked him off. He still came."

Waxley rubs my hand. "Whatever it was, I’m living for it. You can tell me about football players sucking your dick any time."

"You’re a true friend."

"That's what friends are for." Waxley raises his cup again in another silent toast. "Now, do you want to hear about the date I went on last week to take your mind off things?"

"Please. Distract me."

Waxley launches into a dramatic retelling of his failed date. I listen with half an ear, trying not to snort.

Maybe things won't be so awkward with Brock after all. If Waxley can still show his face after striking out with a tuba player, I shouldn’t be so pessimistic about my situation.

My cheeks heat as images of Brock with his lips around my dick flash through my mind. I bite my cheek, unsure if I should tell Waxley that my mystery football player is… my new stepbro. He’s aware that Brock is my stepbrother, as is everyone on campus. But Brock didn’t exactly give me permission to tell anyone he’s into guys, and I refuse to out him. So despite the fact that Waxley’s always been supportive of me, I won’t throw Brock under the bus.

Waxley gazes dreamily out of the coffee shop window and says he'd love to have a football player boyfriend.

I follow his gaze outside, watching couples stroll by on the sidewalk, hands linked together. The sight makes me ache inside, longing for a real relationship.

"You and me both," I say with a sigh.

"You already have yours. I need mine."

"Mine isn’t a certainty yet."

"He was certainly into sucking your cock."

I roll my eyes, refusing to give Waxley the satisfaction of a response. Let him think what he wants.

The barista calls out, "Peppermint mocha and pumpkin spice latte."

I stand up. "That's my cue. I should get back to Stella."

"And I should get back to studying." Waxley makes a face, closing his textbook. "Or at least pretend to study. Let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

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