Page 3 of Dickathlon

“You’re the one on his Instagram.”

“And that’s where I’ll be for the next fifteen minutes, counting his abs.”

I took a moment to remember the little garment that barely covered his body at the village pool. “I know, right?”

“Not gonna lie, this is kind of a strange experience, discussing a guy’s body with you. Don’t get me wrong, I support your sexual awakening, and will definitely help you however I can, but this changes things for us.”

Not what I need to hear right now. “In a good way?” I crossed my fingers and my toes.

“In the best fucking way possible! We can check out guys together. How fucking sweet is that? I just kept my mouth shut before because I didn’t want to hurt your ego."

“I’m not buying it. I don’t even know how to spell ego.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. I certainly won’t if Declan asks me about you.”

“I thought I told you not to get me excited.”

“Oh, fuck me!”

“What?”

She turned her phone to show me Declan. Shirtless. Wearing shockingly low athletic shorts. I stared, mesmerized by the 'V' and the veins disappearing into the fabric below his belly button. “Either he waxes, shaves, or has little to no body hair.”

“Who are you? The Nancy Drew of body grooming?”

“Well, if we aren’t talking to him yet, there’s no harm in ogling him.”

“We?”

“Who else have you got to guide you through the ways of luring a man?”

“I think I lured him just fine. And I can call Luke.”

“Mm-hmm."

"Fine. Tell me all your secrets, which don't work because you're still single."

“Wow, Ty. I may be single now, but I know how to date a guy. Do you?”

Fair point. “Fine. Lay it on me.”

* * *

September

“What happened?” Quinn asked.

“He tried to lick my ear.”

“That’s good, Ty. That means a guy likes you.”

“I don’t know, dude. I found it skeevy.”

“A lot of guys are aggressive, Ty. And since you’re so fucking hot and have the clueless face of an angel, they’re going to be all over you. What’s this? Like the fourth one to hit on you tonight?”

“Let’s just go home. I’m not ready yet.”

Declan never messaged me. I sent a few more texts, but even I didn’t need Quinn to tell me they screamed desperation.