Page 77 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Milo and another man called “Big” were talking about love in a sexual encounter, then the man ran off and it was giving fairy tale vibes…until you saw the cartoon dildos and mention of dicks. I chuckled and took in another detail. The man was lamenting his large dick.

There were too many coincidences between my brief time with Miles and this comic. The only thing that didn’t parallel that game night was them getting together at the end and finding out my—um, Big’s dick was a perfect fit for Milo.

It was time to reach out to our mutual friends.

Chapter Nine

Miles

Despite the praise I get from my Sunday comic being well received, I realized what I really wanted was to make the happy ending part come true. Shane was still on my mind, and a constant distraction. I found myself zoning out of conversations, tripping over my own feet, and out of sorts with how often I conjured up the memory of his sweet kisses and gorgeous cock.

Despite my original thought of never wanting Shane to see my little comic strip, I fantasized about him realizing it was by me and about him, then rushing to show me what a great fit we could be.

It was silly and romantic to imagine, but also pointless. Who reads the newspaper anymore?

Cielo knew of my regular spot in the SF News from my pay stubs and messaged me about how cute they found my art. But…I refused to confirm or deny if it was based on what happened at Game Night after everyone went off to get kinky.

That was on Monday, and it had been a few days since then. I was starting to regret my decision not to spill the truth and ask for Shane’s contact details.

How often did you meet someone with the exact thing you were turned on by, chemistry up to your eyeballs, and a connection you just can’t shake?

Never. The answer was never.

Standing from my work desk, I started pacing my small studio apartment. It was afternoon on a Friday, so the traffic two floors below was filtering through my windows. It had been two days since I left my place, and I had to do something. Instead of coming up with the following weekend’s panels, I pulled out my phone to message Cielo.

Miles: Heyyyy…you know how I said I didn’t want to admit my comic was about Shane…

Cielo: I knew it! Ready to fess up? I dare you ;)

Miles: yeah, no, you’re still not getting the details lol

Cielo: Boo! It was such a pretty cock. I need to knooowwwww!!!

Whiny Cielo almost had me caving. It felt like I was back in high school, asking if someone liked me and for them to tell their friend to tell my friend to tell me. I was coming off too desperate. Cielo would tell their Daddies who would tell Shane I was pathetic, and I’d never get my Dick Charming!

Typing and retyping my response, I finally ended up with a rambly mess reflecting how scrambled my brain was by a great dick.

Miles: Ha! Well, I was wondering if you could, maybe, pass on my number to Shane?

Miles: I mean, only if he asks about me or something? Not as a favor or anything.

Miles: Just, like, if he asks… It would be cool.

The message showed me Cielo was typing, and I started chewing at my chipped, black nail polish, waiting for a response. Instead, all I got was the same thing I saw when they were typing.

Cielo: …

Miles: you’re messaging me the typing dots? What does that mean?!

Cielo: Just making sure you were done gushing over Shane and seeing if you were actually going to give me any of the tea. But since you’re not…

Miles: Brat

Cielo: Never going to find your Prince with an attitude like that ;)

For all I knew, Cielo didn’t even have Shane’s number. I couldn’t remember them talking to each other at the party outside of the game, but I’d only had eyes for Shane from the moment we met.

Miles: You might as well send him my address, then he can come try me on for size himself!

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