Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero

I guess I could’ve gone on a date tonight. Greg from the legal department has been asking me out for ages, but I just can’t fathom wanting to go on a date with him enough to get my sorry ass off the couch and out of this tub of ice cream that I’ve practically emerged myself in.

Hmmmm … bathing in ice cream …

To be honest, it sounds super cold and sticky and one hell of a mess, but … on the other hand, oh-so-delicious.

I stare down into the tub in my hands, ignoring Piper and Alex’s argument playing out on TV. How many tubs would I have to buy in order to fill my bath—

My phone starts vibrating next to me on the couch. I jump three inches into the air. When I come back down with an ooof, I grab the phone, staring at the screen. It’s an unknown number, which probably means—okay, maybe means—Stone Slayer?

“Hello?” My voice sounds confident. I’m so good at faking it, I almost believe it myself.

“Hey

.” His silky smooth voice comes through the speaker clearly. “Is this the hot chick who signed her underwear with lipstick and then tossed them at me?”

I stare at the far wall for a minute. Stone thinks he’s being funny, but I decide to be even funnier.

“Yeah…?” I say, as if hesitating. “Sorry, which one is this?”

“What?” he yelps, all suaveness gone.

Yup, I definitely broke his shell of confidence. I grin to myself and start drawing on the arm of the couch lazily. Really, this is what he gets for waiting a week to call me.

“Well, it’s kinda hard to keep track,” I say innocently. “Now, if you could just describe to me what your cock looks like, that’s how I would best remember which one you are.”

“You want to know what my cock looks like, huh?” he says, and his rumbly deep voice is back. Despite my best intentions, a shiver runs down my spine at his words. “Long—really long, actually.”

“Really long?” I repeat, my voice as breathy as his. I hate myself for that, but I close my eyes, shutting out “Orange is the New Black” and imagine his giant cock in my hands—in my mouth.

Really long is actually an understatement, if we’re being truthful.

“I think some women have even called it massive.” Now we’re getting closer to the truth. “A thick vein runs up the side of it and when I’m really turned on, the head turns this dark purple color, just begging to get inside of your pussy.”

Well, my plan to tease the hell out of him has totally and utterly failed. In just minutes, I’ve gone from having the upper hand, to being this close to begging him to fuck me, and fuck me hard.

This is not how this conversation was supposed to go.

“You really liked running your tongue up the bottom side of my cock, and then playing with the crown of it, if I remember right,” he continues. “You—”

“Hold on, you can’t remember us fucking!” I burst out, and then I hear him laughing. Dammit, he won. I cracked first and admitted I knew who he was.

Dammit, dammit, dammit. I’m not used to losing.

“So Gisele,” he says in a normal tone of voice again, “wanna go out with me tonight?”

“I don’t know,” I say in a pouty tone of voice that grates even on my own ears. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I should surprise you. What is your street address?”

Oh fuck!

I get over my prissiness real quick as I realize what his words mean. If he’s going to come over here tonight, I cannot open the door in my PJs, a carton of ice cream in my hand. How pathetic would that be?

As I vault off the couch and begin sprinting through the house, I do my best to keep my voice even as I give him my address. It wouldn’t do to huff and puff in his ear as I run. I begin yanking off my socks, hopping madly toward the bedroom as I go, because dammit it all, I was in the middle of my own pity party and dressed just how I like to attend them. OMG, can you even imagine me opening up the front door wearing Hello Kitty PJs and my warm fuzzy purple socks? I would die. Just die.

“Cool. I’ll see you in fifteen, then,” he says. The phone goes dead and I toss it on my bed while simultaneously tearing through the clothes in my closet. It's time to wow Stone Slayer.

It's time to make him wish I threw my panties at him every night.