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Fuck, Phoebe looks good tonight. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail, my favorite look on her because it reveals her slender, smooth neck. She wears a big, comfy looking sweater and a tight pair of black jeans that show off her incredible ass.
Another of my old friends, Garrett, joins us.
After a while, he tips his head towards the other side of the room. “I must be going crazy, because I think Paula keeps looking at me.”
“Nah, she’s looking at me,” Brent says, not missing a beat.
I laugh. Garrett had a crush on Paula all through eleventh and twelfth grade, but they never got together. She was dating another guy for a while, and besides, Garrett’s never been too bold when it comes to girls. He’s on the shyer side.
But I reposition where I’m standing to look in Paula’s direction surreptitiously. Sure enough, it actually does look like Paula’s glancing at Garrett. Frequently.
I nudge him. “Yeah, bro. She’s looking at you. Go over and talk to her.”
His face turns white as a sheet. “Talk to her?” he stammers.
I chuckle. “Yeah. Tell her you’re glad to see her. Ask her how her semester’s been.”
Garrett’s expression still broadcasts his nervousness, but he overcomes it with a surge of courage. He nods to himself. “Yeah. I’m gonna go talk to her.” With three big gulps, he downs the rest of his beer, sets it on the bar counter, and then marches over.
Me, Brent, and three other of our friends and acquaintances who have joined our group watch with interest as Garrett approaches her. Within minutes, they’re chatting away, Garrett looking confident and suave, and Paula clearly engaged.
When she laughs at something he says and brushes her fingers over his chest in a flirty gesture, I pump my fist slyly.
I finish my drink. Glancing at Phoebe, I see a spark in her eye. She runs the tip of her tongue across her lips. My cock stirs.
I think it’s time we make this place erupt.
I set my drink down and make my way towards her, zig-zagging through the crowd.
When I approach Phoebe, I tap her on the shoulder. She turns around. And I kiss her.
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PHOEBE
For a second, the bar seems to go silent. Even though my eyes are closed as Hunter’s lips press against mine, I can feel the eyes of all our classmates burning on us with astonishment.
Hunter pulls away and slings his arm over me, pulling me closer to him. My group of high school friends are gawking at us.
I hope Tom, the owner of the Windmill Tavern, mopped the floor recently, because jaws are scraping against it.
“Oh, I didn’t mention?” I say to my friends, absentmindedly. “We’re dating now.”
We’re inundated with questions and exclamations. Some of our friends and acquaintances are saying “I knew it!” while others are countering them with “No you didn’t,” or “Bullshit.”
Hunter’s friends rush over, equally shocked.
“You knew about this?” Brent asks Casey, who’s grinning ear to ear.
“Trust me,” Casey says, “it washardto keep the secret.”
Eventually, though, everyone adapts to the new information and things go back to normal in the bar. Though people are still throwing us looks of disbelief.
I’m feeling happily tipsy as I snuggle up under Hunter’s arm, leaning against his solid frame. I drink another beer as we talk to our friends about how we met again in Ridley this semester at the community ice rink. The alcohol is flushing my cheeks and giving me a warm, light feeling in my chest.
Hunter dips his shoulder to nudge me and then nods his head across the room. “Check it out,” he says.
I follow his eyes and see his Garrett and Paula, two of our former classmates, snuggled close together in a booth, ogling each other like lovesick puppies.
