Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Me: Koda, you’ve met my dates.
Koda: Maybe they were your crutch.
Me: How the hell did we go from Sandra Bullock to me being gay?
Koda: Well, you are good-looking, hot, and you dress like you’re a GQ model, so it could have gone either way.
Me: I’m happy to announce that I’m one hundred percent heterosexual. I like women. I love women, actually.
Koda: You are trying really hard to convince me that you aren’t gay. Is there a reason for that?
I don’t bother texting her. Instead, I call her, and she answers right away, and I hear the laughter from her side. “You are just fucking with me.”
“Who, me?” She feigns innocence, but I can hear the teasing behind it, and I fucking love it. “I would never do that to you.”
“Yeah, right.” Those are the only two words I could come up with. Her laughter is shooting straight to me. “Are you done?”
“Just about.” Her laughter fades. “That was fun.”
“Was it?” I ask, thinking if I can give her this escape, then I would do it over and over again.
“It was.” Her voice goes soft. “How was your day?”
“I’m in Detroit,” I tell her, “got here this afternoon. What about you? How was your day?”
“Amazing.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “I had an amazing therapy session, and I got a job.”
“What?” I ask, shocked. “No way. Where?”
“Zara’s Closet.” The second she mentions my aunt’s business, all I can do is let my mouth hang open. “I was talking to Zoe on Sunday about maybe getting something to pass the time. There is only so much I have left to do around the house. The kids are both at school, and I have nothing left to keep me busy, so…”
“How is this going to work?”
“It’s all online based, really. Unless I have to go meet a client, but from what Zara said, most of that is done via Zoom these days.” Her voice is so free and excited, I wish I was in front of her.
“That’s amazing. We have to celebrate when I get back.” I ignore the way my head laughs at me. I’m trying to get in any way I can, apparently even throwing myself at her.
“We don’t have to do that.” She chuckles. “It can be a dual celebration.”
“Of what?”
“My new job,” she says, and then I know it’s taking everything in her not to burst out laughing when she says the next thing, “and the fact you aren’t a gay uncle, but instead a hot one.”
I shake my head. “Whatever. I’m back Friday morning, so we can go out Friday night.”
“Sounds good,” she agrees. “I’m off to bed.”
“Same,” I tell her, but I don’t want to end the call. “Have a good night, Koda.”
“You too. Good luck tomorrow.”
“Thanks,” I say, and she hangs up. All I can do is look at the phone when she sends another text.
Koda: I promise to stop fucking with you. Unless you don’t want me to.
Is she flirting with me? I look at the text over and over again. The biggest question is, do I want her to flirt with me? And do I want to flirt with her back?
I throw my phone on the bed before I answer her back that I want her to fuck with me. I want her to fuck with me whenever she wants to fuck with me. I want her to fuck with me morning, noon, and night.
I get off the bed and pull off my sweatshirt and also my T-shirt, tossing them on the desk under the television. Before walking to the bathroom and turning on the shower, I try to clear my head. I think of the game tomorrow as I unbutton my pants and push down both my pants and my boxers at the same time before my socks join the pile, and I step into the water. I let the rain shower wash over me, putting my head down so it can roll down my neck. The tension in my neck is getting tighter and tighter when all I can do is picture Koda. I place one hand on the shower wall and the other on my cock. The water runs down my shoulders, over my chest, and straight down to my balls as I stroke myself. I can hear her voice calling my name, the way her eyes darkened when I got closer to her. The way her mouth opened when I leaned in to kiss her cheek. The way her mouth might have tasted. The way she might taste. The way she would slide down my cock while I would watch her pussy take me all in. The way her tits would bounce up and down, the way I would lick my thumb to play with her clit. It doesn’t take more than that before my balls get tight, and I come on the shower floor. I tug my cock a couple more times before I’m done. “What the fuck did I just do?” It’s a question I don’t know if I can answer. It’s also a question that is so loaded there is not a right or wrong answer. The guilt that I just jerked off over my friend’s wife comes barreling through me so fast I can’t stop it, making it even harder to breathe, let alone think.