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Immediately, I wanted to cringe.

Dan chuckled. “Yeah, I got that.” He straightened and grinned down at me, hands on his hips. My eyeballs strained with the urge to look down, but I resisted. Somehow. “I can’t stay, kitten, and I’m sure you’re still real busy preparing for the show.”

Yes, I should’ve been making sure everything was ready for the live stream later. Instead, I’d spent the last few hours reading up on how to suck dick.

I coughed awkwardly. “Uh, yeah.”

“I know you’ll probably be tired later, but I was wondering…”

Panic jolted in my belly. No, I wasn’t ready yet! I needed to do more research!

I had to figure out how to get in some practice before I tackled the real thing.

My gaze shot down to the real thing. It was hidden in his tiny jean shorts, but I’d seen it enough times by now to picture it perfectly.

It was big.

I definitely needed to practise.

“Uh… how about tomorrow night?” I asked hoarsely, raising my gaze back to his. “After work.”

“Sure.” He grinned wide, then paused. “Don’t you usually have a thing on Mondays? With your friends?”

“Oh shit. Yeah.” I felt immediately guilty for forgetting all about our game night, and felt even guiltier for the hint of frustration that followed. “Uh, well, it usually doesn’t end that late, and it’s at Neville’s this week. He lives pretty close, so I shouldn’t get home too late…”

Dan’s brow quirked at the mention of my friend who’d called him a fuckboy to his face. And thrown an egg at him. But then he smiled and nodded. “Sounds good, handsome. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Shit, that didn’t help with the nerves. He’d be sitting at home all evening waiting for me to get back. Waiting for sex. After spending his weekend wrestling, getting his blood and testosterone pumping. He’d be hoping for a nice, satisfying orgasm to get relief. He’d have expectations.

When he turned to leave, I tried very, very hard not to look at his ass in those tiny shorts, then gave up and stared at it until he opened the door and vanished.

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I spent Monday morning before work sucking on a cucumber.

It wasn’t something I’d ever expected to end up doing in my life, but here we were.

This felt dirtier than the pumpkin head, to be honest, and while it was definitely helpful, I didn’t think Dan’s dick would feel this textured. Kind of bumpy. And tasting of vegetable.

I also really, really hoped that it wouldn’t start getting all soft and mushy in my mouth mid-blowjob like the cucumber did. All my research had told me that plenty of spit was very important. Keep things nice and lubricated. I mean, I’d received enough blowjobs myself to know that was true, but apparently the integrity of a cucumber struggled to hold up when it was being shoved repeatedly into a mouth.

Still, I was feeling a little more prepared when I gave up and started getting ready for work. Not confident, but… technically prepared. I’d learned a lot from my research yesterday. I knew the basics and a couple of tricks.

I’d give it my best fucking shot.

The workday passed at an agonisingly slow pace. All I could think about was what was going to happen later. Usually I looked forward to game night with my buddies, but when I got home after work, all I felt was frustration that I still had to wait a few more hours before I could put my newfound knowledge to the test and hopefully make my neighbour blow his load.

In my mouth.

I hadn’t really thought about that part too much, but the moment it popped into my head, my belly dipped with fearful excitement. And lust.

If he came in my mouth, I’d know I’d done at least somewhat well. It’d be like… winning a participation ribbon. I may not have been the best, but I’d still got the job done.

I resisted the urge to jerk off in the shower. After pulling on jeans and a sweater, I made some dinner before grabbing my phone and keys to get going. Dan’s truck was in his driveway when I left the house, making the nervous anticipation churning in my stomach even stronger. He was waiting for me to get back. To have sex.

When I got to Neville’s, the others had already arrived. I hadn’t had a chance to speak to Nev yet—not that I was going to tell him about the pumpkin head—so when I stepped inside, he pulled me into a brief hug and whispered in my ear, “How are you doing?”

“Good. I’m fine.” I smiled at him as he stepped back. Actually Nev, tonight I’m going to suck Dan Ewen’s dick. “Busy weekend at work.”