Date Me

by Logan Chance

  What kind of fucked up love connection game was I playing?

  My phone pinged, and I nearly tripped over myself trying to grab for it. Glad no one saw that. It wasn’t a text. And it wasn’t from Kayla.

  It was a message from Belinda.

  I had fun tonight. I hope you did too. Weren’t Kayla and Connor great? We should do it again soon. Can I ask you a question? Do you like me?

  Gah, that sounds so fifth grade. I guess I should tell you which box to check.

  Sorry, just want to know if the feelings I’m feeling are reciprocated.

  I chuckled briefly as I read the words. She was cute with her do you like me. And suddenly, I felt like shit. I really did like her. But, Kayla.

  I was in a hard spot—literally.

  My hands paused over the reply button, unsure if I should even answer her. But, within seconds I had a response typed out to her.

  I had a blast tonight, too. I think you’re great, and I would love to get to know you more.

  And I did want to get to know her more. Maybe I wouldn’t be so obsessed with Kayla if I did.

  Truth of the matter, I loved messaging Belinda and liked the person I was getting to know. Either way, I still glanced at the phone waiting on the text from Kayla to come through and didn’t know how to feel when another response from Belinda lit up my phone.

  What would you like to know Mr. Kickass?

  Ask me anything. There's a lot I need to tell you.

  This seemed like a good time to find out exactly what Belinda felt about our chemistry. No more fucking around. Because no matter how attached I was getting to her messages, if it didn't carry over in person then I needed to stop the fantasy. Start simple. Needed to know if she was attracted to me.

  Do you think I’m sexy?

  And then what took place next was very unexpected.

  Belinda: Yes. Very. It’s your eyes and the way you speak: low and deep. It's hot.

  Me: Yeah? So, a voice turns you on? What about in the bedroom, do you like talking?

  Belinda: Yes, I love dirty talk. The dirtier the better. What about you?

  Me: Love it. I like to call myself a scholar in the art of dirty talk. What else do you like?

  Belinda: I like the moaning and the sounds of listening to the man I’m with being brought to his knees by me. What about you?

  Me: Yeah? So, you would like to hear me groan in your ear? I’d love to spread you open and lick you all over. Have you ever experimented? You once mentioned a leash.

  Fuck, this was messed up. Chatting to Belinda, but damn my fucking mind was on Kayla. She hadn’t texted, and it had been well over an hour. I was headed to a point of no return with Belinda, and I was hard as a rock. My body still hadn't recovered from the make out session with Kayla.

  I leaned into the couch, getting comfortable as thoughts of Kayla’s sweet lips remained in my mind.

  Belinda: Yeah. I haven’t done much, but it doesn’t mean I’m not open to it. What kind of experimenting did you have in mind?

  Me: I’d like to blindfold you, maybe tie you up.

  Belinda: Oh? Well, what would you do to me if I was tied up?

  Me: I’d explore your body with my fingers. Starting with your neck.

  Belinda: I’d probably love that. Then what would you do?

  Me: Well first what are you doing right now? Are you in bed?

  Are you getting turned on?

  Belinda: Yes. I’m getting very turned on. Wet even.

  Me: How wet? Will you slide your finger in your pussy and tell me how wet you are?

  Belinda: Soaked. Are you stroking your cock?

  Fuck. She said cock. Seeing her type something dirty turned me on. This was escalating. And I’d be a fucking liar to say I hadn’t already pushed my shorts and boxers past my hips and started lightly tugging at my cock.

  But, the main problem was Kayla. I couldn’t erase the thoughts of her in my head. I couldn’t stop. I was so worked up; my cock was ready to explode. And the pain, my god.

  Me: Yeah. I'm running my hand up and down. Slow for now. Are you touching that little pussy of yours?

  Belinda: Yes, imagining it’s your tongue. Will you rub the tip of your cock and imagine it’s my tongue?

  Me: Fuck, I’d love that. I want to taste you. Run my tongue through your wetness. Lick your fingers. Tell me how sweet you taste.

  Belinda: Ok. Mmm, so sweet. You’d love it.

  Me: I’m sure I would, baby. Slide your fingers in and fuck your pussy for me.

  Belinda: I am. How would you fuck me?

  Me: Fast. Rough. Hard. I want to feel your nails digging into my back. I want your legs thrown over my shoulders so I can get in even deeper. How would you want me to fuck you?

  My cock swelled as I rubbed my hand down the long, thick shaft. I let out a groan and ran my thumb over the drop of precum, smearing it down myself as I kept pumping. My hand fisted tight imagining how Kayla’s pussy would feel. I was glued to my phone.

  Normally I would call a girl, but it wasn’t Belinda’s voice I wanted to hear on the other end of the phone.

  I wanted to get Kayla off. To claim her orgasm. It had to be mine. I was no longer watching the phone waiting on Kayla’s text. Instead, my mind was busy imagining Kayla coming for me. Even though I was chatting with Belinda. Yeah, I know. I’m an asshole.

  But right now, I didn’t fucking care.

  Belinda: Fuck, Erik. This is going to make me come fast.

  Me: I’m so fucking hard right now. Are your legs spread?

  Belinda: Yes. Oh, god, I’m so wet.

  Me: Take one hand, play with your tits. Fuck, squeeze your nipples for me.

  Belinda: I’m so close. Please don’t stop.

  Me: Slide another finger inside you. Imagine my hard cock slamming into you.

  Belinda: It won’t fit, it’s too tight.

  Fuck. A smile spread across my face. I kept pumping as I pictured Kayla riding my cock, her tits bouncing in front of my face. Me sucking her nipples into my mouth. Her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders.

  Me: Damn, if that doesn’t make me fucking harder. Would you be able to handle my thick cock?

  Belinda: I want to. You might have to go slow at first.

  Me: I don’t know if I’d be able to control myself with you. I’d tie you up, hold you still, and I’d make it fit. And if you scream, I’d only fuck you harder.

  Belinda: I wouldn’t be able to hold still.

  Me: Then I’d punish you. I’d spank you, maybe even bite you.

  Belinda: Oh, god, Erik. I’m coming.

  My body shook, and I fucking came, hard.

  Real hard. Loud. Cum covered my abs. I glanced at my phone, and the guilt and regret washed over me before I even settled down.

  I threw my phone. Fucking shit. I left her hanging, and I didn’t know what to say to her. I pressed at my temple, not knowing how to handle the mess I was in.

  Chapter Eight

  So, life comes at you quick. One minute you’re in a dry spell with no women around for ages and then, bam, you have two. Funny how that works. My every thought was wrapped up with Belinda and the actions from last week. I never answered her. I never received that text message from Kayla, either.

  As I flew over the Atlantic Ocean, I tried to concentrate on the dials and knobs in front of me and not Connor’s incessant rant about Kayla.

  “Dude, she wanted to fuck me. I just know it. But, once we left the club she claimed the ol’ headache bullshit and went home.”

  “Yeah.” I didn’t care. Maybe she did indeed have a headache, and that’s why she never called me.

  Didn’t matter. I would not pick up the phone to reach out to her. Or Belinda.

  My phone was like a toxic creature and the only way to escape it. Avoid it. My mood depressed as I tried to figure out what to do. It had been a week since the double date, and I had no contact with either of them.

  We were flying back to Florida, and once we arrived, I
knew I needed an emergency session with the sisters.

  Marley and Lexi would be able to help me out of the mess I was in.

  ***

  “What the fuck you mean you had phone sex?” Lexi asked as we sat in a quiet corner coffee shop.

  “Messaging. Through the app. But, that’s not the important part.” Leave it to Lexi to hone in on the one detail that wasn’t important.

  “Ok, so let me get this straight,” Marley said, stirring her coffee with a little black straw. She pulled it out, licked it, and pointed it at me. “Two girls, best friends, and you like them both?”

  “Yeah.” Sounded kind of bad when she put it like that.

  “Shit.” Marley blew out a breath.

  “Oh please, which one makes your dick hard?” As usual, Lexi spoke loud enough to border on embarrassment, and Marley tried to hush her. “What? It’s a simple question.” Lexi’s blue wide eyes glanced innocently between Marley and me.

  I narrowed my eyes at Lexi. “I’m not having this conversation. What do I do?”

  Lexi leaned closer to me. “Which girl turns you on?”

  “Ok, fine. Kayla does. Happy?” I leaned further back into my wooden chair, crossing my arms.

  “Then she’s the one. Now hurry, we don’t have much time until this wedding.”

  “I’m not going.”

  Both of them started at the same time. “Yes, you are. Now pick a girl,” they both said, sounding like a fucking choir.

  “Ok, calm down. It’s just there’s no sexual spark with Belinda.” My agitation grew.

  “Listen, you need to pick one, and end it with the other. No sense in leading anyone on. Someone's going to get hurt. Belinda is the one you sexted?” Marley made a valid point. She was the wise one, even if she was the youngest, and when she spoke, I listened. I didn't want to be an egg crusher. A choice had to be made, once and for all. But how?

  “Yeah, but in person there’s no chemistry.” I couldn’t understand it.

  “Well, sometimes love isn’t about a quick exploding spark but maybe more like a slow burn. The more you get to know her, the bigger that flame grows. You like her?” Marley asked.

  “Yeah, I look forward to her messages everyday. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met.” And she was. Our virtual conversations were some of the best I’d ever had.

  “Well, there’s your answer. Drop Kayla, if that's all you're attracted to, because looks fade, but a personality is what’s important.” Lexi grabbed my arm, her serious face staring at me from across the booth.

  A slow burn. I liked that. I wanted the girl I was getting to know through the messages. Yeah, Kayla was hot, but I needed to move forward with Belinda. And, maybe one day there would be an everlasting love. A love like we had talked about in our messages.

  I hopped on my Harley and headed off to the bakery to find Belinda. With confidence I was making the right decision, I drove off down the road.

  The sun burned my skin as I pulled into the small parking lot. The waves crashing off in the distance were drowned out by the hum of my engine.

  A tinge of anticipation skated over me as I held the door handle in my fingers. I pushed inside, and a startled Belinda leaned up from behind the counter.

  Her blue eyes were huge and directly focused on me.

  “Erik, what are you doing here?”

  “I’m here to talk to you.” I hoped she wasn’t mad I never messaged her after our sexting escapade.

  She tightened her hair in its ponytail and then smoothed down her pink apron. Her chestnut hair caught the sun, and she radiated from across the bakery.

  “Um, sure. What’s up?” She stood still. I made her nervous I was sure of it. Awkwardness washed over me. I moved closer to where she stood behind the counter display of cookies and donuts and glanced at the few customers sitting at the dinette tables. “Um…”

  “I can go on break,” she offered. “Meet me out back.” She untied her apron, and I nodded and headed for the front door.

  My heart raced as I walked around to the back of the brick storefront. Finally, a decision. This was the girl who I wanted to be with. The one who visited airports to watch families reunite.

  She exited the back door just as I rounded the corner. “Hi,” she whispered, and I had to master my willpower of the Gods to not think about Kayla in that moment.

  “Hi,” I laughed, slightly. “How are you?” Words, learn them. I was a fumbling fool unable to talk to her.

  “I’m ok.” She was still a little guarded. Guess I couldn't blame her.

  I stalked closer. “Are we going to discuss what happened after the double date?”

  She looked at me curiously. “What happened?”

  “Afterwards.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

  I scrubbed my hand over my jaw. “I wanted to explain why I never answered you back.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “The messages Belinda.” I stepped closer to her.

  “Ohhhh,” she drew out the word and then paused. She caught her bottom lip with her teeth, then released it. “Erik, I think I should tell you something.”

  What was she talking about? The tone of her voice made me nervous. “Ok.”

  “Just hear me out, ok?” I nodded, unsure what she was about to reveal. “When Kayla put me on that site, I wanted nothing to do with it. She told me she had found someone perfect for me. So, I agreed to the date.”

  I tried to pay attention, but this felt like a brush off. “Ok.”

  “You were great. But, it just wasn’t there for me.” She sighed. “No spark, no chemistry.” She leaned up against the wall.

  I wanted to agree with her and say I didn’t feel the connection either, but then I remembered Marley’s words.

  “Sometimes love isn’t about a spark, it’s about connecting on a deeper level. And, I think we did that. You’re amazing. Every time we messaged, I fell for you a little more.”

  She closed her eyes, then confused the fuck out of me with her next words. “That wasn’t me.”

  She was talking in code, some woman-type riddle talk. “What wasn’t you?”

  “The messages. Kayla. It was Kayla you were talking to. When she put me on that site she handled the messages.”

  Stunned, I stepped back and ran my hand through my hair. “Wait, what? What about your parents? And the late-night chats about life?”

  She shook her head. “Sorry, it was all Kayla,” she said, softly. “My mother actually fronted the cost of the bakery. Alive and well.” She chewed the corner of her lip, sympathy radiating from her eyes.

  I took a step back, trying to process the words coming out of her mouth. “What was Kayla? In the beginning?” I couldn’t believe it.

  “All of it. She told me about the messages the night at the club.”

  “And you didn’t tell me?” I didn’t know how to feel. I felt like I’d just been punched in the gut.

  “She’s my best friend. What do you think?” She smiled briefly.

  “Is this something the two of you do? Fuck guys over?” I took another step back away from her.

  “What? No, Erik. She really likes you.”

  “Then why didn’t she tell me. Oh, God.” Thoughts of the other night came crashing into my consciousness. Everything we did. And, the fact Kayla must think I wanted Belinda because of the sexting. It was a confusing mess. I needed to think. “I need to go,” I said, backing away more.

  “Erik, wait,” she called after me, but I was already heading to the front of the store to hop on my bike.

  So much for a slow burn. I didn’t know what to make of all of this. I wanted to confront Kayla, but I also didn’t want to see her right now.

  I rode my bike to the airfield, and waved to the man at the security gate, continuing down to the Gulfstream’s hangar. It was quiet. Peaceful. And, I needed to clear my head. Why wouldn’t Kayla tell me?

  I pulled out
my phone and swiped my finger across, bringing it to life. The Cupid app stared at me, mocking me, laughing even.

  The urge to message her hit me. Yet, I didn’t know what to say. I typed a few words out and then quickly erased them. Fuck.

  I sat down in a chair and stared at the landing planes just outside the hangar. I gazed at the phone, and made another attempt at a message.

  Anything you want to tell me?

  I hit send. Short and sweet. As I waited, my anger grew. I knew what her response would be before I even read it. She had no clue as to what I was talking about, which angered me more. Why the facade? Why the lies?

  I answered her back,

  Cut the shit, Kayla. I know it’s been you the whole time.

  My only question is why?

  Seconds after hitting send, my phone rang. It was her and I contemplated not answering, but I needed answers.

  “What?” I said into the phone.

  “Erik, please let me explain. Can you come meet me?”

  Could I meet her? I mean, of course I could. But, did I want to?

  “I don’t know Kayla. Why? Why did you do this?”

  “Please meet me at my house, please,” she begged. Her voice was soft, pleading me to let her explain.

  Fuck.

  “Give me half an hour.” I hopped back on my bike after hanging up. Time to find out exactly what the fuck was going on.