Chapter 9 #2
I guess Vic’s right in her sentiment, but I would know if I truly felt anything for Celeste.
I’ve had past relationships and felt the bubbles of jealousy, the heat of romantic chemistry, the anger of a misunderstanding, the joy in shared interests.
What I have is just a solid friendship with Celeste.
She’s awesome, but it’s clear she wouldn’t be into me even if I felt that way to her.
Which I definitely do not. Just friends.
As I mull over Vic’s words my phone vibrates in my pocket. A small ball of giddy anticipation has my brain hoping its Celeste. I shake my head at the thought and open my phone reading the message.
Jude
Dom, this is Jude. Pass my number to Celly, thanks
I reread the message wracking my brain trying to remember who the fuck Jude is.
I suddenly remember the guy I had seen on campus whom I nicknamed in my head The Hair because of his ridiculously shiny blonde mop of cropped curls.
He kind of looked like a living breathing Prince Charming and I thought Celeste would get a kick out of it.
I didn’t really expect him to go through with it.
It is odd for a guy to approach another guy inquiring about a heterosexual blind date out of nowhere.
But here we are. I type out a quick reply.
Great, I’ll pass along your info.
I renamed him Jude “The Hair” in hopes of making Celeste laugh before sending his contact her way. One side of my mouth twitches in amusement and my stomach flips over itself a little when I think of Celeste’s laugh. Another text rolls in.
Hoot
Thanks! The Hair? Hm, if it’s good enough for a nickname from you then I should get his hair care routine.
As I read her text my lips tug into a smile at seeing her immediate reply. Just as I’m about to text back another text from Jude pops up.
Jude “The Hair”
Thanks dude. She texted, here’s to hoping I get something out of this
I grimace at his remark. He didn’t seem that selfish when I first approached him but I know Celeste will put him in his place, then swiftly tell me off.
Or maybe I’m just reading too much into a singular text and they hit it off right away.
From the brief conversation I had with him, he seemed to tick off a lot, if not all, of the boxes on Celeste’s list: Financially stable, intellectual, goal oriented, —and annoyingly—very handsome.
Physically they work like a match made in heaven.
I inadvertently picture his hands roaming her curves, pulling up the hem of one of her sundresses.
Her lips parting on a gasp as his teeth graze her soft neck.
I give my head a shake and rake a hand down my face. I’m just sexually frustrated and obviously just putting the two people I was just talking to together in my mind. Nothing else. The idea of Celeste and Jude being intimate though…
I push off the counter trying to shake all the swirling thoughts out of my brain and join everyone else in the living room.
I try to jump into the conversation but images of Celeste and Jude kissing erode my ability to form words.
I don’t have feelings for Celeste and I’m certainly not jealous of Jude or his beautiful hair.
I call it an early night and walk to my apartment a few streets over from Rick and Vic’s place.
By the time I flop into bed, I toss and turn, unable to settle my mind.
I roll over and grab my phone, scrolling Instagram.
I find Celeste’s profile, my finger hovering over the follow button.
I bite my lip and quickly press down before losing my bravado.
I continue scrolling for another few minutes before getting a notification that she’s followed me back.
A smirk works its way onto my face. I close the app and stare at my new background photo.
It’s one Celeste took of us that night we went to Maria’s ice cream shoppe.
Celeste has her pink tongue sticking out with one eye closed and I have my head tilted, chin almost resting on top of her.
I look over the photo, remembering the electricity I felt when we were so close, her hand bunched in my sweater when she got scared. She got scared and reached for me.
My mind floods with an image of her hand traveling south, unbuttoning my jeans and grasping me in her delicate grip.
Would she bite her lower lip like I’ve seen her do before?
My cock stiffens at the thought of those perfect lips.
I let my hand slip under my boxers, stroking myself slowly.
I can’t tell what’s got me more turned on, the idea of her full lips on me, or using them to tell me off.
I work my hand faster, my head thrown back against my pillow, envisioning Celeste beside me, wrapped in my sheets, her fingers working me into a frenzy.
I wonder what she likes. Would she tease the fuck out of me, edging me for hours before finally giving me release?
Or would she want me to take that off her hands and relinquish control to me?
I imagine tying her up to my bed and running my tongue all over her body, teasing her.
I’m as hard as a rock and pre-cum beads the slit of my cock.
My breath comes in fast pants and I feel heat tingle in the base of my spine as my balls tighten.
A final image of Celeste, the look on her face when I told her she didn’t need to wear heels to make her legs look sexy, floods my thoughts.
The slight blush that rose to her cheeks has me groaning.
I picture myself, instead of walking away in that moment, pushing her against her stupid little car and worshipping her senselessly from behind.
The image does me in, spurts of cum land on my stomach in rhythmic succession.
Once the waves of pleasure end, I look down at the mess I made on myself and toss my head back with a groan, this time from frustration.
I’m ill-prepared for the mess, like a teenager with no self-control.
Fuck. Time for another cold shower.