Too Hard(8)

I look down at my phone on the bed and see she’s typing. She stops a few times before it starts again. Finally a text comes in and I look down at it smiling.

Harlow: The number you have reached is no longer in service. Please check the number and try again. If you need help hang up and then dial the operator.

I text back with my left hand, which is much slower, but I can’t stop jacking off long enough to use my right.

Me: I’ll see you in twenty minutes.

There’s another pause and then more typing before she sends another text.

Harlow: Okay

I laugh to myself as I rub my cock and think about how embarrassed she probably is right now. In my mind she’s got her face buried in her pillow and I come up behind her and pull her ass in the air as I sink into her. Only one thing is going to make her feel better and that’s my big dick inside her. I bet she thought about it last night. I wonder if she put her fingers in her pussy while she did it. That thought alone has me cupping my hand over the end of my cock to catch my cum.

“Fuck,” I curse as it pours out of me and into a pool in my palm. I stumble back a little at the force of it and I’m shocked at how powerful and fast that was. I haven’t gotten this hard since I was a teenager.

After I clean up I fix my clothes and grab my tool belt and load up my truck. I’ve got what I need to fix it and I can’t wait to see her today. There’s a niggle of guilt and doubt in the back of my mind, but it’s overridden by my curiosity to find out what that first text message was about.





Chapter Five





Harlow





I fling open the door before Nellie can bring her hand down to knock. “You’ll never believe what I did!” I yell.

“Trust me, I’ll believe it.” She walks past me and into my apartment without asking what I did to get myself into a mess.

“Is that Donut King?” I nod at the bag she’s holding in her perfectly manicured hand as she drops it on the counter. I can’t see her face, which is probably a good thing right now.

“This is why we can’t have nice things,” she mumbles before turning back around. “Yeah, it’s Donut King. I wasn’t sure which one of us would need them more.” She takes one out before handing me the bag. “Looks like we both do.”

I pull out a sprinkled one and take an extra-big bite. I really do need this right now.

“I’m guessing you did something besides this?” She motions towards my kitchen. At least I have something to talk about besides the kitchen. The less focus on that, the better.

I shove more donut into my mouth as I hand her my phone and show her my mortification. It only takes her a second to read it before she gasps and then bursts into laughter.

“I was wondering why you didn't text me back.” She’s laughing so hard I watch tears fall down her cheeks. “Maybe dating isn't your thing. The first time you text with a guy and you send this.” She hands me back the phone as she tries to pull herself together. “You didn't tell me you were going to text him.”

We talked about what it would be like to date an older man off and on in texts last night and this morning. I didn't bring up the fact that I’d broken down and sent him a message saying I wanted him to come over today.

“I wanted to make sure he would agree to come back.”

It was either text him and confirm or think about it all night and get no sleep, not that I’d gotten much anyway. His son, or as I learned last night, his nephew, friend requested me on PlayStation, and I ended up playing video games with him all night. We had fun, but I spent most of the time trying to listen in the background for Butch. I got nothing but a kickass kill streak that made Owen tell me I was the coolest chick ever. Then I think he might have tried to ask me out, but I disconnected to be safe. I went completely offline so it looked as though maybe I lost internet. I’m not so sure I should play with him anymore because it’s his dad I’m after. That could get awkward, but I guess I’ve already done that with the text I sent this morning.

“Oh, I’m sure he’s coming.” She polishes off her donut and goes for another.

My cousin Nellie and I are close in body type, but she’s got long blonde hair and mine is red. She loves food more than I do, but she’s got toned curves because of all that yoga she does. She invited me one time to go to a class with her, but I complained the whole time that it was boring and she didn’t ask me back. I’m just impressed she can put her legs behind her head. At the time I didn't understand why someone would need a reason to do that, but now I keep thinking about Butch’s broad size fitting between my thighs. I should have stuck with the yoga.

“I can’t believe you tried to pretend the number didn't work,” she laughs and I cringe. “I mean, he doesn't know it’s him you were talking about.”

“I'm not sure if that’s better or worse.” I walk over to the sofa and sit down. I don’t want him thinking I want someone else, because what would be the point in that?

“Your outfit is cute,” she tells me as she comes to sit down next to me.

I never pay a ton of attention to what she’s wearing, but today I notice she has on a bodysuit with wedges. Nellie is always in heels and is done up, but suddenly I feel self-conscious. How do I look next to her? Will Butch compare us or maybe even hit on Nellie? Everyone always hits on her, and I wonder if it’s because she’s more talkative than I am. She’s friendly whereas I’m blunt and don’t talk unless I’ve got something to say or someone asks me a direct question.