Chapter 32 Quacks Like a Date
QUACKS LIKE A DATE
From the Email Correspondence of Bellamy Hart and Easton Ford
Dear Easton,
In light of our bet, I thought it wise to make plans to meet up again.
Perhaps for some background research? To make the best online profile possible, I might need to know a few more things about you.
Details that go beyond how much you like the way I look with your cock between my lips.
(Yes, I’ve known this about you since the night we met.
Did you think I believed you were staring at my lips so long for reasons other than blow-job assessment?)
Yours in blow-job lips,
Bellamy
Dear Bellamy with the blow-job lips,
You think so little of me.
Yours,
Easton
Dear Easton with the run-my-fingers-through-it-and-hold-on-tight hair,
I assure you, there’s nothing little on that front.
Yours,
Bellamy
Dear Bellamy,
Assurance appreciated.
But you’re wrong about my appraisal of your mouth. I enjoy all the things you do with it—talk, kiss, suck. Most of all, though, it’s the things you say to me that make me want to kiss off your lipstick.
Yours in now I’m thinking about kissing you senseless,
Easton
Dear Easton,
Kiss me senseless and shut me up.
Yours in that’s a direct order when I see you again,
Bellamy
Dear Bellamy,
Can you meet tonight? For dinner and drinks?
Easton
Dear Easton,
And understandings?
Bellamy
Dear Bellamy,
You know me so well.
Easton
Dear Easton,
I do. And that sounds suspiciously like a date, but since I know you well, I know it’s not.
Bellamy