CHAPTER 2
“What the fuck happened to your hair, Devin!” Tiffany hollered at me in surprise as she fingered through my short black hair. “I fucking love it! You look like a kinky little sex kitten now! Meow!” She screeched in excitement. I laughed nervously, but also with pride.
“Why are your clothes all messed up and your hair?” I looked at her puzzled and she took both of her hands and balled them into fists while doing the humping motion, in public nonetheless.
“We hooked up in a fitting room and it was fucking amazing, D.J. His cock was like one of those huge, thick long dildos that we didn’t believe could actually fit into a vajayjay.” Tiffany sighed, still on cloud 9. “Seriously, my vagina has not been rocked like that in…well…ever.”
“How the hell could you just hook up with a stranger in a fitting room, Tiff?” I asked concerned and surprised. We started walking toward the exit of the mall.
“Well, at that point he wasn’t really a stranger anymore… we ate lunch together first and exchanged names, his is Christopher by the way, and numbers and he gave me his address to write him letters when he deploys next month.” She bit her bottom lip and a smile grew on her face.
“Dear Lord, you’re insane. You need to be locked away in an asylum. You’re going to end up getting murdered someday.”
“Live a little. The only thing that's going to be getting murdered is my vagina with his sledge hammer of a cock.” Tiffany stuck her tongue out at me.
“Whatever you say. Guess what I did?” I bit my lip.
“Deleted Aaron’s number finally?” Her eyes widened with hope.
“No…” I rolled my eyes, “I signed up on a dating site.”
“I don’t believe you. Let me see.” She held her hand out for my phone, pulling the page up and I passed it over to her.
“Damn, woman… what happened to you? Where did my little cry baby Best Friend go?” Tiffany teased.
“She left with all of my hair back there.” I pointed back toward the direction of the salon and Tiffany threw her fist toward me for a fist bump.
“Fuck yeah. That’s what I wanted to hear.” She smiled at me proudly and kissed my cheek, and then kept poking around on my phone as we walked out of the doors, she almost ran into someone so I pushed her to the side of me.
“What are you doing?” I asked nervously.
“Finding you a match.”
“Um let me do that, and you pay attention to where you’re walking.” I snatched my phone from her grip.
“Too late, already matched you with MrPlaya69x0.” Tiffany stated proudly.
I quickly looked at his profile and saw he wasn’t too bad of a looking guy. He sported a nice defined six-pack, a little thin for my liking but whatever. Nice scruff on his sharp jaw and a backward hat. The only thing that really seemed to pose an issue was the floral pink bathroom his pictures were taken in and the fact it shows he’s in between careers. This is just a hook up. Not your soulmate, I reminded myself. As soon as we reached her car, we slid in and sat there while she freshened her up in her visor mirror.
Ding!
An alert went off and showed I had a message from @MrPlaya69x0.
“Fuck. What do I do?” I asked Tiff. My hands were getting clammy and I felt a nervous knot form in my stomach.
“Um, first you read his message and then you reply…” Tiffany sighed as she finger brushed her long blonde locks.
I opened the message and my mouth dropped, a tingle zinged between my thighs and I felt almost guilty. Staring back at me was a mammoth of a cock. I’d never seen something so big in my life, though I didn’t have much to compare it too. I’d only ever seen one real life penis and the other penises I saw were just dildos. His cock was veiny, thick, and erect.
“I-I… uh-umm… I don’t know how to reply!”
I threw my phone at Tiff and she surprisingly caught it and looked down at the screen.
“That’s a nice one! Say, it’s so big you can already feel it poking your ribs.”
“Hell no! I can’t say that.” I gasped in shock, my mind clouded with the image of his cock. Tiffany interrupted my thoughts by handing my phone back to me. I looked down to find that she had already sent the message on my behalf.
What the fuck…
I slapped her arm and she started laughing.
“Come on, you need this excitement! Just hook up with him. With a username like that and being on this app, he’s exactly what you need right now.” Tiffany smirked at me. She did have a point. I just didn’t know how to hook up with someone; I’d never done it before.
Ding!
He responded within seconds. I took a deep breath before glancing down at my screen to see what he’d sent.
@MrPlaya69x0: When and where?
“He asked when and where… what do I say?” My eyes widened and Tiffany proudly smirked at me.
“Say tonight. We can go out to the gay bar, get you a little liquored up to make things less awkward for you, and then you guys can hook up in my backseat or his backseat. Just make sure you turn your location on and send it to me frequently if you decide to leave with him.” Tiffany spouted off.
“Ugh… okay. Here goes nothing.”
@DownForTheD_DJ: Okay. Meet me at Club Y at 10pm.
@MrPlaya69x0: No car. Pick me up at 178 Holland Dr.
No car. In between careers. Takes his photos in his grandmother’s or mother’s bathroom… yeah, definitely just a hook up.
“He doesn’t have a car… I have to pick him up.” I muttered out to Tiff and she chuckled.
“Okay, well, I guess no drinking beforehand…” Tiffany backed out of the parking spot and we headed back toward our apartment.
A smile stretched upon my lips and heat filled my cheeks, I stared out of the open window and soaked in the breeze as it laced between my fingers and blew against my freshly cut hair.
I’m getting fucked tonight.