Page 44 of Just for Fun
I jump when Kyle’s voice sounds right next to me. I guess he followed me into the room.
“It’s my mother.” I turn my phone around to show him the screen, like that should mean something for him.
Kyle grins at me. I guess he finds all this a lot more amusing than it is, especially when the phone starts ringing for the fourth time in a row, all because I am too slow at answering.
“You want me to get it for you?” he asks.
I about faint when he just takes the phone from my hand. I watch in horror when he slides the bar over and brings the phone to his ear.
“This is Zara’s phone. Kyle speaking,” he says in a way too cheery voice.
I have never wished for the floor to open up and swallow me whole as much as I do in this moment.
FOURTEEN
Kyle
I situp straight when the alarm on my cell phone goes off. It takes a minute for my eyes to focus. They feel like I got sand in them, and I am really tempted to go back to sleep. After all, I didn’t get into bed until close to five this morning. And now it’s… I reach for the phone and turn it over.
“What the fuck,” I mumble to myself when I notice it’s seven ten in the goddamn morning.
After much struggle, I throw the covers off me and stand up. With a jaw breaking yawn, I slowly walk toward the bathroom, trying to remember why I have to be up this early.
I make it to in front of the toilet and take my cock out of my boxers, ready for the relief peeing brings. That’s when it hits me. I am up this early because I am supposed to meet Zara for breakfast.
“Oh fuck!”
Peeing in record time, I shake it off before pulling my boxers back up. I glance toward the shower but decide there is no time for that. Brushing my teeth is not optional though.
Rushing as if my life depends on it, I wash my hands, then stab the toothbrush in my mouth, very aggressively brushing for a lot less time than I’m supposed to. Once I spit the paste out of my mouth, I throw some cold water on my face before sticking my head under the faucet.
The cold liquid snaps me out of my daze as it runs down my chest and on the back of my neck, but still manage to walk straight into the door jamb when done.
“That fuckin’ hurt,” I whine to the empty room as I hop around.
I don’t even know what I should wear, or, to be more exact, what Zara would expect for me to wear. What I do know for sure is that if I don’t leave this house in the next four minutes, I am at the risk of running late.
“Shorts and a T-shirt,” I decide out loud. “It’s just a breakfast place, nothing fancy.”
I drop my boxers to the ground, put on a clean pair of briefs before pulling up my most comfortable shorts. Since I didn’t do laundry in a few days, I don’t have any plain T-shirts, so I grab one that has the name of the last game I created across it.
Smoothing my hair back, I am ready to go, with thirty seconds to go, I might add.
“Phone, check,” I say as I grab it off the nightstand.
The key fob is always in my truck, so I don’t have to look for it. I open the garage door, surprised when a gust of cool air breezes through. It’s not as warm as I was expecting. Thankfully, I have a hoodie sitting on the passenger seat, so I don’t have to go looking for something else. Once done with that, I am finally ready to go.
I glance at the clock on the dashboard, realizing that I am in danger of being really late if I hit more traffic. Zara doesn’t seem to have any tolerance for being late, and I’d hate to blow this off.
A grin spreads across my face as I think of her. Meeting her last night was quite the experience, in the best of ways. I didn’t expect that at all. I found her address and showed up there, my brain at a standstill as far as common sense went. All I knew was that I wanted to see her again. I wanted to make sure she didn’t forget our connection from earlier in the evening.
Not to be conceited or anything, but I think we forged an even stronger connection after I got to her apartment. The way she grinded her hips on top of me told me everything I needed to know.
I did expect for her to return the favor after the explosive orgasm I gave her. I guess she more like took it from me. But the look on her face when I took my cock out was not one of excitement. She was horrified, giving me the impression that she does not sleep around. That is a good thing, although, I would not have judged her if she did. After all, I’m not exactly a virgin myself.
Pressing a fist to my chest, I try to calm down while I make every effort not to run over the cars in front of me. It shouldn’t be this complicated getting to this coffee shop where I’m supposed to meet Zara.
I let out a big sigh of relief when I finally see it in the distance. My clock says I have two minutes to get there, and there are three stoplights in between. If they all turn green at the same time, this shouldn’t be an issue.
