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Scott—So I asked for my father pt 2
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2024-12-31 18:32:11And it was the worst thing I could have done. The worst part? I was such a fucked up mess that if I went home tonight and she was there waiting for me, I would likely do more.
"So I did. Strictly platonic, don't marry some other guy/I might die kisses. Do those really even count?" I said, my pulse climbing as I waited to hear her answer.
Why the fuck did I say some other guy, like I wanted her to marry me instead?
"Well they did to me. Everything that's happened over the last two days… I don't do stuff like that. You're not just anyone," she said and I could have cried, because it was everything I wanted to hear and everything I didn't.
"You know what? I met my dad at the precinct and he wants to have dinner. I might just crash at his place," I said, hating every word.
I could feel her hopes dash despite her not saying a word, but I couldn't be around her right now.
"Okay. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Sure. Tomorrow."
With that, I ended the call and changed my destination to a nearby motel. Once I got into the room, I stripped down to my undies and got into bed. I was ready for sleep to take me. Instead, on instinct, I checked my phone one more time.
Stacy: You up?
Scott: It's not even nine. Of course I'm up.
Stacy: Kenny met some chick at the crime scene. I give it six weeks, tops.
I smiled at this.
Scott: Kenny needs better friends than us. I say they go the distance. Same bet as last time?
Stacy: Too easy. You're on.
Stacy: Since when are you such a romantic?
Since losing her became possible. Since she said that she might walk out of my life.
Scott: Honestly? Since I won you in a poker game. I thought I was very valiant.
Stacy: Fuck off. You did NOT win me.
I smiled again. I knew that would get her going.
Scott: Stace?
Stacy: Yeah Scott?
Scott: Don't stop talking to me.
I was lying in a cold, empty bed while she was probably sitting on my couch, just in case I came home. Waiting for me. I was pathetic.
The next ding of my phone brought with it a photo. It showed the red lace bra I'd put on for her just a few hours ago neatly tucked away in my sock drawer. I shook my head and cracked yet another smile.
Stacy: Why is there a picture of me crumpled up in your sock drawer?
I wondered if she had guessed the answer and was just asking to get a rise out of me. If yes, what did she think about me jacking off to thoughts and photos of her?
Scott: Stay the fuck out of my shit.
Scott: Miss you, Stace.
She sent another photo. This time she was sitting on my bed, legs crossed, wearing my favorite tshirt (which just so happened to be hers too) and not much else.
Stacy: Smells like you.
Scott: What did I say about staying out of my shit?
Stacy: Come home and stop me.
Knowing she was indeed waiting for me, I almost did go home. The most primal parts of my mind took control in a way I was unaccustomed to and I could almost feel my dick sinking into her warm, tight, little pussy.
It's not that I don't objectively find women attractive. I just struggle to enjoy fucking them. I'm not the kind of guy who lies awake thinking of getting his dick wet. Obviously, that does not go over well for a 21st century man claiming to be straight. That's why when it comes up, I do my part and get it over with. Pretty sure Jeff fucked up the joys of sex for me. Over the last two days though, all that changed. Thinking of fucking her became my curse. Ever since I kissed her, she had me hard all the fucking time.
But what if I make her feel good beyond her wildest dreams, only to feel nothing at all for her afterwards? What if things ended just like with everyone else?
Snapping me out of my brooding, my phone dinged again. She had sent a video. I pressed play.
"Hi Scottie," she said, shuffling away from the phone to get onto my bed. "Miss you so much. I'll be here when you get home. Bring coffee. And food because we both know I can't cook to save my life. Have a good night," she said, blowing a kiss into the camera as she jumped up and down on my bed.
I must have watched it on a loop for hours in between texting her. Not just because I was thinking with my dick again, trying to figure out how transparent that shirt actually was or because I noticed her cute bikini cut panties with little red hearts on them. It was her voice that reeled me in. It filled the room and lit up my world.
We texted until she finally wore me down and got me to talk about my biggest taboo topic: my father. She knew that he was FBI. I told her that's how I got out, but I knew she could sense there was more going on. I didn't mention my dad often, but when I did it was never in a good way.
As soon as she gave me an opening, I changed the subject. We texted some more until I passed out from sheer exhaustion. As my eyes closed, the last thing I saw was the door I had been watching all night, trying not to fixate on just how hard it was not to go home to her.
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