Page 15 of Big Dix

“Absolutely, but first show us the dick pic! Dick pic, dick pic, dick pic, dick pic…”

Her chant is enthusiastic, and it grows in volume when Christina and Glory chime in. I can’t help but laugh.

“Okay! Okay! Stop it! I’ll show you, but this doesn’t leave this room. You hear me?”

“Yeah, but who else am I going to tell? You all are my only friends.” Christina shrugs as Glory and Jen coo and hug her.

“Seriously, it is unbelievable.” I hold my breath and pass the phone to Glory since she is sitting in the middle.

“Holy mother truckin’ unicorn cock!” Glory shouts, and the girls squeal, and I can’t help but cover my face in embarrassment. That’s one emotion I’m not used to having. I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t actively participated in my own fantasies regarding that photo—a few times.

“Holy shit! It’s as big as Beck’s!” Jen yells, grabbing the phone from Glory.

“Wait, how do you know what my husband is packing?”

“How soon we forget. You don’t recall when Beck Junior made his appearance on our video book club when you were on your honeymoon?”

Glory is mortified. Tomatoes pale in comparison to the color of her face right now. “Oh, my god! You saw Beck’s weenie? I thought I closed out of the video soon enough!”

“Um, no, you did not.”

Glory looks to me, mouth agape in humiliation, and hands Christina the phone before covering her face.

“Niiice. You better ride that like you stole it, girl.” Christina takes one last view before she passes my phone back.

I take one last look, too. “That’s not happening. I haven’t heard a thing from him in three days.” Not that I’m counting, but I am.

Why hasn’t he messaged me? I swear I’m not this needy, clingy, whiny girl. I just don’t get it. He was the one who was adamant about us going out. He pursued me, well, until he didn’t.

My phone chimes. I freeze.

Holy shit.

The girls all stare at me, mouths open, breath held.

“Is it him? Shit, open it! What’s it say?” Jen’s squeal bounces around the room, heightening my anxiety. Her freaking popcorn hurtles around her like a cloud.

Note to self: never put out popcorn for book club again.

I turn over my phone and there he is. It’s a message from Atticus Dixon. It’s as if us talking about him were a summons.

Speak of the devil dick, and it shall come.

@BigDix.69

Tomorrow night. 8:00 pm.

The Palladian; room PH20.

There will be a surprise waiting for you there. Follow the instructions.

Big D

Big D indeed.My skin pebbles from the mere thought of this man touching me after all the months I’ve jokingly stalked him. A smile curves my lips seconds before I spring from my chair and squeal. My sudden outburst catches Jen off guard, and she flings popcorn everywhere. Again.

“It was him, wasn’t it? Does he want to see you? When? Where? Oh, my god, stop jumping and tell us!” Christina shouts, joining me in bouncing around the room like a lunatic.

IT. IS. ON. It’s been a long damn time since I’ve had sex, and tomorrow night, I fully intend to get a piece of Big D!

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