I sat at the pub for an hour. No text came through. Two hours. Still no text.
Maybe Diane had changed her mind and didn't want to go through with it. Perhaps they were just talking it over. It could be that she was happy with just a little kissing and perhaps some fumbling around.
I decided that I'd be relieved if that were the case. But... how would I feel if she gave him a handjob? Jealous, I decided, but fine. A blow job? If he got her tits out; if he fingered her; if he... fucked her?
Oh god, stop!
I had to quit thinking about it.
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