Hefty

Not like the obsessive ones I have for her.

There is a very real chance that getting physical with Jill could make it harder when she moves on someday. When she finds someone perfect like her.

I’m just here for practice.

But I can’t say no. I’m not that strong. I’m already hard again just thinking of her using me to get off. Using me over and over and over again. Like her personal servant.

“I’ll be exploring you next time, Jill,” I say hoarsely.

Her kiss-swollen lips puff open, a tremble passing through her. God, look at her. She’s horny we hell. She’s a horny girl and I get to service her needs. Maybe she doesn’t want me to be her boyfriend or anything public, but a guy like me getting this lucky happens once in a lifetime. So while my heart might ache like a fishing hook is stuck in the side, there is no way I’ll complain.

“See you tomorrow night, Zach.” She turns on a heel, her blonde ponytail swinging behind her. “I’ll text you later.”

And she does. At eleven oh-nine.

Home safe. xo

I groan at those two little letters—xo—and roll over onto my stomach, pumping roughly into my fist with my open mouth pressed to the screen of my phone.

3

Jill

There are always a few flutters in my belly when I’m at Harper’s house. After all, the potential always exists for a Zach sighting. But this time? It’s different. Ringing the doorbell, I feel like I’m going to hyperventilate.

Who was that girl on the bus last night?

She was bold. She asked for what she wanted.

Maybe it had something to do with the darkness on the bus. The seclusion of the back row. Or maybe I was just mega horned up after watching Zach mow through boys half his size.

I don’t know, but I’m almost afraid I dreamed the whole thing.

All my fantasies have to be reimagined. He surpassed them all. I can still feel the taste of his kiss on my lips and I’ve been licking them all day. The size and shape of his sex is branded on my palm and those sounds he made when he came. I get goose bumps every time I think about them. How he pushed his hips up off the seat, into my grip. How he called me “baby.”

Oh God, what if he regrets it?

What if he hides out in his room all night and I’ve sprayed body mist on my underwear and bra for nothing? And if he doesn’t avoid me, what is going to happen?

What could happen?

I shocked myself last night by performing an adequate hand job. But I have no idea what is waiting on the next base or if we’re playing by the rules at all. All I know is that I am craving his closeness so badly, my throat hurts. I miss him. I always miss him, but this time it’s more intense. Acutely physical. We didn’t have time for him to touch me last night and there’s a lingering ache between my thighs that seems to pulse in his name.

Harper opens the door with a smile, but her expression quickly turns to puzzlement.

“Why are you bright pink?”

“It’s hot out here,” I say too quickly.

“It’s October,” she points out.

“Oh, just let me in,” I sniff, breezing my way into the house I’ve considered a second home since I was a kid. “I got here early, because I need to talk to you.”

“Oh yeah?” Harper closes the door behind me and we head for the kitchen, as usual, because that’s where the snacks are located. There are party sized bags of Doritos and a carton of donuts on the kitchen table, all ready for the group of five girls coming over tonight for the sleepover. “Did Miguel finally ask you to homecoming?”

“What?” I shake my head. “No. It’s about…”

I point in the general direction of Zach’s bedroom.

Harper tilts her head with interest. “What about him?”

I’m nervous now that the moment has arrived to confess what happened on the bus to Harper. But I didn’t even consider not telling her. We’re best friends. We tell each other everything and this is no exception. Also I’ve had a crush on Zach for so long that she stopped being grossed out by it a long time ago. “We kissed,” I whisper. “On the bus last night.”

Her eyes double in size. “What?” she mouths.

“I know!” I mouth back.

She falls back against the kitchen counter. “Holy shit. What now?”

“I don’t know. It was spur of the moment.” I dance nervously on the balls of my feet. “Maybe he just wants to hook up a couple of times?”

“You know I have no clue how he feels. About anything except lasagna and the Cubs. Zach is a locked safe.”

I nod. “I don’t know how he feels, either. But I wanted to make sure you knew what happened. I wouldn’t keep anything like this from you, Harps.”