Page 43 of Run For Me
JT:Like this?
Another photo comes in, one of his hand over the outline of his dick in his jeans, squeezing.
Holy mother of gods, this man!
Me:Now that’s not fair.
JT:Meet up with me and I’ll show you fair.
Me:When?
JT:This weekend.
This weekend? That’s so soon…
Am I ready for all of this to happen that quickly? We’ve been chatting for only a few weeks. I have no idea who he is. Do I really want to lose my virginity to someone I don’t know?
Yes, I kind of do.
The thought has an ache forming between my legs.
He could be a serial killer…
Agreeing to meet up with him won’t change that. He has all of my information and could come here on his own just as easily.
Me:Okay.
JT:Really?
Me:Yes.
JT:Saturday, 10pm, Brennan Park. Walk down the path to the hiking trails, but don’t go into the woods until 10:10.
I look over his instructions. They seem simple enough. Yeah, I can do that. I want to do that.
Me:I’ll be there.
JT:Make sure to wear something you don’t have an attachment to.
My lips part at the thought of hands tearing my clothes off. Literally ripping them to pieces like an animal. I close my eyes and grin at the imagery in my head… it’s so good.
I put my phone down to get ready for class before I’m late. Mondays truly are the worst, and I have no idea why I chose morning classes any day, but especially on Mondays.
Something hits me then.
I lost my journal on a Monday. In one of my first two classes. He found it.
Meaning, he’s likely in one of those classes.
Crap, how did I not realize that before? They’re both held in auditoriums with at least a hundred students, if not more. I doubt I’d be able to pick him out, but maybe I could.
Do I want to?
Part of me does. A bigger part of me doesn’t. I love not knowing, but I am curious.
Surprisingly, I leave the house in enough time to stop for a coffee on the way to school, and when I pull into the parking lot, I find myself looking around for motorcycles but find none. Does he have the helmet because he rides a motorcycle? Did it belong to someone else? Would he even ride it, knowing he’s given me that bit of information about him?
Once I get to class, I take my usual seat in the back and pull my things out. My gaze wanders around the class and I take in the people sitting around. No one looks this way. No one pays me any mind. If he’s here, he isn’t making it obvious.
