My cheeks flushed at Cal’s texts. I hadn’t just dreamed about him… I had beaten off in the shower the night before to the thought of what he had done to me in the prep room.
Humiliation and embarrassment flooded my chest as I remembered how I had experimented with putting my fingers where he had.
I had never done anything like that before.
If I was being honest, I barely even masturbated that much, let alone touch myself…back there.
But I couldn’t help remembering how Cal had teased me and stroked me while he had his hand wrapped around my cock, and for some reason, it got me off.
What the fuck was happening to me?
My phone buzzed again.
Cal Sex God Walker:
You coming down?
Cal Sex God Walker:
Your mom and I are making waffles!
My mouth dropped open, and the embarrassment I had just been feeling turned to anger. What was he doing in my house…again!?A small twinge of panic nipped at me when I realized I might never get rid of him. I had agreed to be his friend the night before, but friends didn’t stalk each other and break into their houses!
Ryan:
What do you mean you’re making waffles?! And how did your number get saved in my phone? I didn’t add you to my contacts.
Cal Sex God Walker:
I saved it there obvi. Bet you didn’t know my middle name was ‘sex god.’ Bahahahahaha!
Ryan:
But HOW did you save it there? Did you not leave after I told you to go?
Cal Sex God Walker:
Wake up Caleb on your way down! His mom will be here soon.
Of course, he evaded the question, though it did make me happy to know that the kid’s mom would be here soon.
Learning from my mistakes, I made sure to change out of the cotton pants I normally slept in and pulled on a pair of jeans and a Fairview Funerals T-shirt. I would need to get into a suit later for the service, but for now, I would rather be comfortable… but not so comfortable that Cal would be able to see it every time my dick twitched.
Stopping by Caleb’s room on my way downstairs, I told him that breakfast would be ready soon, and he nearlyleaptout of bed when I informed him we were having waffles.
Feeling a little bitter that Cal’s forced waffle date had made him so happy, I did my best to pretend I was excited as well.
We headed downstairs to the sounds of bustling and the scent of maple syrup. Sure enough, when I entered the kitchen, there Cal was, standing in all his 6’4” punk-ass glory in front of a messy waffle iron.
Theo was sitting at the kitchen table in her usual athleisure with a cup of coffee. She had a gash on her cheek that was covered in black and green bruises. It looked like she had tried to tape it together with medical tape, but she really needed glue. It looked like it was going to scar.
I knew better than to ask what happened. It would only piss her off.
My mother was leisurely mixing batter next to Cal, looking like her usual whimsical self in a silk rose gold robe.
Cal spun away from what he was doing to face me with a giant smile on his face, and I had to stop myself from bursting out laughing when I realized he was wearing an apron.
Not just any apron. It was a frilly pink apron that said,‘I put the bitch in obituary.’My aunt had gotten it for Iris as a gag gift one year, and it had never been worn.
