Page 3 of Big Pucking Deal
“I, uh, I haven’t seen him. He’s a busy guy and I don’t want to bother him. I’ll catch him some other time,” I stutter.
“Nope,” Jordan says, plain and simple. “That won’t do. Jo has been asking about you for days now. If you leave here without saying hello, he’ll be crushed.”
I roll my eyes and swat at his chest. “Whatever. You’re being ridiculous. I guarantee the last person Joaquín is thinking about is me. He’s probably wondering what to wear for his date tonight.”
“That would be false,” a voice calls out from behind me. “I’m actually wondering why the best tagger in Houston hasn’t come by to see me. Are you ignoring me or something, Jo?”
I spin on my heel and meet the jaw droppingly gorgeous face of Joaquín Santos. It’s been years since I’ve seen him, but he’s every bit as handsome as I remember. I try not to eye him like a piece of juicy steak, but they have a mind of their own and take a pleasurable stroll over his body.
The smile is the same but that body…goddamn.The guy I left behind is no longer a boy. He’s a smoking, mouth watering,walking sex on a stick and I’d love nothing more than to take a big lick.
“H-hey, Joaquín,” I laugh, nervously.
He reaches me in three big steps and scoops me into his arms before I can react.
“Hey Jo. I missed ya,” he says into my ear as he continues to hug me.
I look over his shoulder and see Brooke mouthing“oh my gaaah”before letting her jaw hang open. Instead of hanging awkwardly in his hold, I snake my arms around his neck and return the hug.
“Yeah. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it.”
“C’mon. I need to hear all about my girl making the dance team and what we’re going to do to celebrate.”
The words leave his mouth and I think,my girl?
What the fuck is this fool talking about?
MY GIRL?
Where the fuck did that come from?
Jordan told me Jolie was going to be here today, and I knew what she looked like from her social media pages but fuck, I was not expecting her to look like my wet dream come to life. And that’s exactly what she is; my wet dream.
From the time I popped my first boner, Jolie has been the leading star in my dreams. The first time I jacked off was to a picture of the three of us at the pool. Well, not quite. Jordan and I had been cut out on either side. It was just too weird to see her twin brother standing next to her while I choked the chicken.
I made sure to tell Jordan that she was not to leave without saying hello today, so I was prepared to face her. Needless to say, I was not prepared. Not in the least.
Most girls use filters to smooth out their flaws, or emphasize those features they wish were bigger or smaller. But not Jolie. She is what every girl is trying to achieve. Yes, she looks like her twin brother and if I was gay, Jordan would definitely be my type. But since I am strictly chickly, I can honestly say I have never seen a more beautiful woman than Jolie Fairchild.
“Yes. Let’s celebrate. The three J’s are back together,” Jordan says, coming up behind Jolie and wrapping his arm around theboth of us. “It brings a tear to my eye.” He fakes a sniffle and if I didn’t have this beauty in my arms, I’d knee him in the nutsack.
“Well I’m feeling a little like a peeping Tom, so I’mma head out.” A voice I don’t recognize pipes up and it has me scrunching my brow.
“No, Brooke. Don’t leave. Wait. Just,” Jolie releases her hold on me and tries to wiggle free. “If these buffoons will let me out of this awkward sandwich, we can go.”
“Go? Go where?” The panic in my voice is only slightly evident, but inside I’m shaking. “Why don’t we all get some dinner? Or we can pick up some food and beer and head back to our place. We want to celebrate you ladies making the team.”
If Jolie couldn’t hear the panic in my voice, she can surely hear the desperation. It’s pathetic, I know, but I need more than two minutes with her. I’ve thought of her and only her for the last week once Jordan told me she was going to be living at home with her parents while she searched for a job.
She graduated in May with a dual bachelor’s degree in early childhood education and Spanish. Jordan said she plans to be an ESL teacher –English as a Second Language. But she’s had a rough go of finding a job in Colorado, not to mention the cost of living there is quite high in comparison to Texas. Her parents encouraged her to move home and live with them until she could find employment and a place of her own.
I hear she was pretty hesitant about moving back, but damn am I so grateful she did.
“Yeah, Jo. Don’t leave. What’re you gonna do? Go hang out with Fred and Roselyn and play an exciting game of ‘what should we watch’?” Jordan snorts a laugh, as do I.
“Who’s Fred and Roselyn?” the unknown woman asks.
I take it as an opportunity to introduce myself and convince this girl to spend the night with us.
