Page 45 of The C*ck Down the Block

Can you do an early lunch? I missed breakfast and I’m starving.

It took her a few minutes to reply back.

I can, but you probably can’t. Karter just left here, and he is all bent out of shape. He thinks your newfound fame crashed the library’s site over the weekend.

What the fuck? I opened the browser on the computer at the teen desk and opened up our website. It looked fine to me. Maybe a little laggy, but we’d needed a new server for a while now.

I looked around before I texted her back just to make sure Karter wasn’t lurking somewhere and ready to jump out at me for being on my phone while I was on the desk.

WTF?

She just sent back the shrug emoji and the raised eyebrow irritated face emoji. That said it all.

Before I put my phone away, I decided to send a quick text to Chris. I hated that we didn’t get to talk or anything this morning. But what to say? Thanks for all the orgasms last night didn’t feel quite right.

If I thought about it too long, I was going to need a fan and maybe a change of undies. In the end, I just sent a kissy face. Gah, I hoped that wasn’t too corny. It wasn’t like he was actually my boyfriend.

I didn’t know what he was. Which was why I needed to talk it all out and overanalyze everything with Lulu. Friends with benefits? But we’d both said we wanted to be more than friends. Did sex count as more?

He immediately sent back the smiley face sticking its tongue out emoji and followed it up with:

Thinking of what I want to do to you later.

Oh man, lunch could not come soon enough.

Karter did indeed show up while I was putting together my Books for Back to School display. It was mostly stories about kids in high school situations, but I threw in a few study guides and our flyer about our school supplies drive. He literally just stood there and silently watched me.

If he wanted to be weird and awkward, I was going to let him. It wasn’t my responsibility to help him with his social skills. Should he really need to talk to me, he would figure it out eventually, or send me an email. Even better.

When one of the other librarians came to take over the desk, he left, and I practically bolted for my car. There was a cute little locally owned coffee shop in between the library and the central office where Lulu worked, and we met for lunch there at least a few times a week.

When I got there, Lu was already at a table, my standard cinnamon oat milk latte and their to-die-for peanut butter and jelly scone, waiting. Thank god. She closed the book she was reading on the history of sapphic literature, and looked over at me as I sat and shoved half the scone in my face.

“Spill.” She narrowed her eyes at me and raised an eyebrow while I chewed.

I did not finish chewing. Gross, but I couldn’t hold this news in any longer. Crumbs tumbled out and right down my shirt when I blurted out, “I had sex with Chris last night.”

“Wait, what?” I was pretty sure I’d almost gotten latte spit on me just then. “Like P in the V, as in you’re no longer a virgin?”

I rolled my eyes at her and made a face. “You know I don’t like that moniker, it’s outdated and—”

“Are you, or aren’t you?” She tapped the table with one finger, so hard it rattled my plate. That had some of the other patrons looking over at us.

“Technically,” I lowered my voice to near a whisper, “he did not put his penis into my vagina. But he did put his fingers and his tongue in, and then his tongue again, and there was that tentacle while I gave him a blow job. That did not taste like what I thought it would.”

Oh man. I’d swallowed too. Did that mean I wasn’t a vegan anymore?

“Hold up.” Lu gave me a bombastic side eye and used her latte to point at me. “Tentacle? Did your life just become a monster romance? Like, by day he’s the quarterback for the Denver Mustangs, and by night, he’s your tentacled lover?”

“Not the point. It was a toy my mother sent from Japan. He accidentally found my stash, and we, uh, played with some of the items.”

“Okay then.” She took a sip. “Continue.”

“That’s it. That’s what I got. I slept with Chris and left him in my bed this morning.” And I really wished I was there with him right now.

My heart did an extra little kerthump.

“Harsh, Trix. Did you at least leave him a note and a flower on the pillow?”

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