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“Are you free this weekend?”
“I’m free on Saturday and Sunday. Fridays are a bit iffy because I’m an advisor for the social justice club at my school, so I don’t get home until late.”
“I work at the club on Friday and Saturday nights. Sundays are my off day, but I’m free on Saturday until I have to go to work.”
“What time do your shifts start?”
“We officially open at nine, but we have to be there about twenty minutes before the doors open. We’re off around two most nights. Except for events and private things, those have their own rules.”
“How about Saturday?” he asked, his voice shy again. “Maybe in the afternoon?”
“Yeah. Sounds good. How about we make plans to make plans?”
“Okay.” It sounded like he was smiling. That made me smile.
“Great. I should probably go,” I said reluctantly. “I have a ton of stuff to do before work tomorrow.”
“Same.” A slight pause. “Talk soon?”
“Soon,” I promised.
“Okay. Well, I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
“Later. Bye, Hayden.”
“Bye.”
He ended the call. I dropped my phone on my chest, slipped my hands behind my head, and watched the pattern on my ceiling.
Today had been an adventure.
I’d gone on a date I hadn’t realized I was on, kissed a guy for the first time, and now I had a stiffy just thinking about getting to see Hayden again on Saturday.
Slowly, I stroked my hand down my shaft over my sweats.
Kissing Hayden hadn’t been strange at all. His hard body hadn’t felt weird, and I hadn’t even noticed his flat chest or lack of curves in my overwhelming desire to tease and taste him.
His stubble had been a bit of a shock, but the slight scrape felt good against my skin. And the sounds he made…they were all male. And I’d loved every single one of them.
Seeing and hearing my partners enjoy my attention was my biggest kink. Knowing they were getting off turned me on, and watching my partners come was the easiest and quickest way for me to finish.
Hayden’s hesitation when I’d first kissed him had been hot as hell, but it was nothing compared to when he kissed me back. He’d been forceful and needy, but still a bit submissive. He’d wanted me, but more than that, he’d surrendered to me.
My dick pulsed under my hand. I squeezed my shaft and let out a shuddering breath.
Feeling Hayden’s cock grow hard against my thigh had affected me on a level I didn’t quite understand. Knowing I’d turned him on, being able to feel the evidence of it, had triggered that primal part of me I didn’t usually feel with people, especially not the first time we locked lips.
Everything I’d told Hayden about my interest in sex had been true, but I’d left out a few important details because I wasn’t sure how to explain them without sounding like a broken toy.
I could get hard and get off without being all that into what I was doing. I enjoyed it because my partner was, but I never felt the sort of unrelenting hunger my friends and brother talked about when they were with their partners.
I’d had a taste of that with Hayden. I wanted more.
Closing my eyes, I slid my hand into my sweats and slowly stroked my cock. Memories of tonight flooded my mind as I teased myself. Hayden’s pupils blowing wide when I leaned in to kiss him. The way he gripped my hips tight but had been so gentle as he stroked my back.
How he let me manhandle him. The way he gasped and moaned when I pinned him to the wall.
The heat from his cock, so hard and obvious as we shared what was hands down the most satisfying and intimate kiss of my life.