Chapter 7

I gotout of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and grabbed my phone to check the time. Six-thirty. I didn’t need to be at Zach’s until closer to eight. Plenty of time to check in with my favorite online gal—or guy. I still wasn’t sure.

I dropped onto the edge of my bed and re-read our last text stream. Damn, Wash972 had mentioned making tough business decisions, and somehow I’d made the conversation all about me.

I fired off a quick text.

ShopGuy24:

Hey, you mentioned making some tough choices for your business. Everything okay?

Wash972:

Not really. I’m stressed, and my grandmother will be here tomorrow.

ShopGuy24:

Not the type to hand out hugs and freshly baked cookies, I take it?

Wash972:

No. She’s a businesswoman on the verge of retirement, and she’s not pleased that I’ve created a mess.

My brows drew together. Wash had mentioned tough decisions, but this sounded like a bigger problem.

ShopGuy24:

A mess? That sounds serious.

Wash972:

I don’t want to talk about it. I’ve been trying to read my copy of Pride and Prejudice to distract myself, but no luck.

ShopGuy24:

Ah, yeah, I’ve seen the movie.

Wash972:

Not a reader?

ShopGuy24:

I read! News articles and whatnot. Guess I’m more of a movie guy though. My friends and I get together every week. They love romance, so I’m well acquainted with Colin Firth in a wet shirt.

Wash972:

Is that right? Do you enjoy that scene?

ShopGuy24:

You’ll never know ;)

Actually, I’m there mostly for the snacks. Last week I had some bisexual Oreos. That’s what my friends called them because they’ve got blue and pink cream.

Wash972:

Do you often put your mouth on bisexual things?

I gave a startled laugh at the text. Was Wash972 hitting on me? Sussing me out as straight or queer? Did that mean they were a man…or not? It still didn’t give me the clues I needed.

I flopped back onto my pillows. My hair would probably dry into weird shapes, but I was too invested in this chat to care.

Wash972:

Sorry, just teasing. Didn’t mean to cross any lines.

ShopGuy24:

It’s okay. A little flirty banter never hurt anyone, right? Or even sexting?

Wash972:

It would be a nice distraction for me…if you were interested. Just for fun.

Heat flooded my body and my cock rose, pushing the towel up. Okay, so part of me was very into the idea of sexy chat with Wash972. But…I still didn’t know who was on the other end of that screen. Was I really okay getting off with a guy, if in fact, Wash wasn’t the woman of my dreams?

My body didn’t have any reservations, my nerves tingling in anticipation. It wasn’t really any different than masturbating, right? I’d just have a partner.

ShopGuy24:

All right, but this is your show. Take the lead.

Wash972:

Gladly. Tell me what I’m seeing right now.

I groaned quietly. I’d never been so turned on by words on a screen. It had clearly been too long since I’d had a satisfying sexual relationship. Before answering, I tugged open my towel and exposed myself to the room. Cool air brushed my cockhead, making me tremble.

ShopGuy24:

Just took a shower. I’m lying on my bed, my towel open, my cock already hard. You can see everything.

Wash972:

Fuck, you don’t hold back, do you?

ShopGuy24:

Moving too fast?

Wash972:

No, just right. I want to taste the shower water still damp on your skin. I’m very good with my mouth.

ShopGuy24:

Yeah? Would you suck my cock?

Wash972:

Slow down, cowboy. There’s this little thing called foreplay. First, let’s pinch your nipples. I want you to tug and twist until they’re red and aching, just like I would.

Fucking hell. I laid my phone on my stomach so I could grab both nipples. I wasn’t really a nipple guy, per se. I didn’t mind if my sex partners skipped straight to a blow job. Generally, I focused on them more because women needed a little more warming up than I ever would. But…this focus Wash972 was putting on me, on my body, was hot as hell.

The moment I pinched my nipples, pleasure flared. I rolled and tugged them hard, wanting to give Wash exactly what they’d asked for, and holy shit, it set off sparks that shot straight to my cock.

When I picked up the phone again, Wash was waiting.

Wash972:

You there?

ShopGuy24:

Sorry, got carried away. It felt so good.

Wash972:

Mmm. Yes. It feels good for me too. I’m imagining you undressing me and touching me, kissing and licking my nipples too.

My cock throbbed insistently enough I reached down to squeeze it. If Wash continued to move so slowly, I was gonna blow early.

ShopGuy24:

That’s really hot. I don’t know how long I can last at this game.

Wash972:

LOL. Eager much?

ShopGuy24:

Hell yes. You’ve got a way with words.

Wash972:

I’ll take it as a compliment. If I was there, I’d sink to my knees. Why don’t you grab some lube so you can feel just how good I am with my mouth?

I fumbled with my bedside table drawer and impatiently rifled through the junk mail inside it. My place was small, and there weren’t any separate rooms. Everything mingled together, meaning my side drawer was a catch-all for the whole house.

Finally, my fingertips landed on the small tube of lube and I pulled it out with a triumphant cry.

Wash972 had continued without me.

Wash972:

My hand is down my pants. Imagining your mouth. Are you touching yourself too? Tell me you are.

I hurriedly squirted some lube into my left palm so I could keep texting with my right hand. Normally, I wouldn’t jerk off with that hand, but something about my awkward fumbling made it feel more like the touch of a different person, heightening the pleasure when I touched myself.

ShopGuy24:

Yes

Wash972:

LOL too busy for words? How about you give me a little something?

ShopGuy24:

Fuck, sorry. I’m not a selfish lover, I swear. I would use my tongue and lips to reduce you to a quivering mess. I wouldn’t stop until you were screaming with pleasure.

Wash972:

I’d suck you deep into my throat, let you gag me, until you couldn’t stand it and you grabbed my hair and face fucked me until you came in a rush over my tongue.

Holy fuck. I stroked my cock fast and hard, imagining the incredible blow job Wash was describing. Images tumbled through my mind. Lush lips. Long hair.

What would it be like to grab a guy’s hair though? If Wash was male…

I shook my head, trying to brush the thought away as my stomach tightened and my balls drew up. Whatever their gender, Wash was about to make me come.

Maybe there was a guy on the other side of that screen. Maybe Wash was stroking a cock instead of…

I bit my lower lip, moaning as my body went rigid.

My back arched, my breath caught, and my orgasm hit hard. My cock spurted over my fingers, onto my stomach, and I stroked myself through it, drawing it out, draining my balls dry.

Had a man just made me come? I tried to imagine what Wash would look like, but Chase’s face came to mind.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my cock twitching in my hand.

Oh, hell no. That was just wrong.

It was only because I was trying to picture a guy, right? And I’d just talked to him today. Plus, he was gay, and he’d looked me over like he wanted to devour me.

Kind of like Wash972 just had.

Oh, shit. I grabbed for the phone to check the screen.

Wash972:

Oh, damn, you made me come so hard.

Wash972:

You there? Okay, well I’m choosing to believe you’re lost in the throes of pleasure and not ghosting me…

ShopGuy24:

Sorry, sorry! Absolutely came my brains out. I’d never ghost you.

Wash972:

Never? You don’t even know who I am.

That was true. And I was more than a little curious. I wanted to know who I was talking with, and not just because I’d come to their words. Wash had become my closest confidante recently. The first person I wanted to talk to when I woke up. The last I wanted to check in with before bed. The person who offered a listening ear and helpful advice anytime I asked.

Flutters broke out in my stomach.

Meeting would be a big step. If it went badly, it could ruin everything we had. But I needed answers.

I could ask Wash about their gender. Find out right now if I’d just come with a man or woman—or hell, maybe someone nonbinary. I wasn’t counting out any possibility. But asking now would be taking the easy way out, and it would only leave me with more questions.

Because thinking that Wash might be a man? That hadn’t turned me off. One bit.

Maybe it would be different in person. I’d never been attracted to a man. Or maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe our connection would go beyond the superficial construct of our bodies.

We had to meet before I could figure out if I’d met the one.

And that was romantic enough drivel it would make Zach proud.

I rolled my eyes at myself and bit the bullet.

ShopGuy24:

Wash, what do you say we finally meet? I want to know you for real.

Wash972:

I don’t know. What if you don’t like what you see?

ShopGuy24:

It’s a risk for both of us, right? But look, we don’t have to go into this looking for a romantic partner. We can just meet as friends. It’ll take the pressure off, right?

Wash972:

Friends…Yeah. I could do that.

ShopGuy24:

There’s this coffee shop I like, called Roasted. Know where that is?

Wash972:

I can find it. I’ll, uh, bring a copy of Pride and Prejudice, and you bring those bisexual cookies. So we can find each other.

ShopGuy24:

Good idea. Tomorrow afternoon?

Wash972:

My grandmother will be here by then. Can we make it Friday evening?

ShopGuy24:

Sure. See you then.

I tossed my phone to the side, exhaling a shaky breath. Well, there was no going back now. I’d find out who Wash was at a friendly coffee date, and I’d see how I reacted to him or her.

I looked down at the mess on my stomach and smirked. If Wash could make me come like this in person, I didn’t care if they were a freaking purple alien.

Bring it on.