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¡°So, what do you say?¡±

I looked at the clock, it was nine o¡¯clock. Seemed like it could be a booty call, but that

was perfectly fine by me. You don¡¯t fall in love with the bad boy. You have fun with them.

¡°Sure, uh¡­ can you give me an hour?¡±

¡°Ah, gotta finish up?¡±

¡°Oh my god, shut up!¡± I said, though in between giggles. ¡°See you in an hour?¡±

¡°Sure. Oh, and Samantha?¡±

¡°Yeah?¡±

¡°Make sure you wear pants.¡±

¡°Uh¡­ ¡¯kay?¡± Did people usually not wear pants on his dates? Sure, he was hot, but not

that hot. He asked me for my address, and I told him my dad¡¯s house, lying by saying I

was staying there for the week due to a maintenance issue in my apartment.

¡°See ya soon,¡± he said and hung up. For a straight minute, I stared at my phone, naked

in my bed, with a giddy energy exploding inside me. Quickly, I hopped in the shower,

ready to freshen up for my evening with Isaac. Once the warm water hit my back, my

actions over the phone washed over me and I covered my mouth with shock.

I masturbated over the phone with a man I hardly knew. Who was I? What happened

to me? Even when Travis and I were on stretches of long distance, we were both too

awkward for phone sex. He especially. One night I got home after drinking and dancing

with Lizzie and called Travis, frisky, initiating phone sex. He tried, he did. But he spent

most of it giggling, totally ruining the mood.

I paused in the shower with a poof of coconut shampoo on my blond head, forehead

scrunched as a thought intruded my mind. How the hell did Travis manage to seduce a

woman over the internet? My heart sunk, thinking of the hours he must have invested

into her¡­

Snapping my eyes shut, I shook my head and forced Travis into the cellar of my brain.

Tonight isn¡¯t about Travis, I thought. It was about Isaac. The sexiest man who¡¯d ever

blinked at me, let alone unintentionally almost made me cum over the phone in two

minutes. With that, I vowed to not think of Travis for the next twelve hours.

I turned off the shower, once I made sure all my important areas were smooth and