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About Brian? About my hair?! “I, uh, should probably go, to meet up with my friend in the vendor’s room, she was... uh, there was her panel, and now, um...” Stephanie mumbled reluctantly. Her lips were still tingling from their kiss. No, not just her lips but her whole body was alight with sensation, and every bikini touch of her pink-and-red Flamituff sundress against her skin was palpable. “Right, it’s okay,” Brian chuckled. “Thanks for hanging out with me for a bit longer.” “Um, if we could... meet again? Later? If you’re interested! I mean, I’ve had fun, getting to know you...” “I’d love Big Tits to,” Brian said flashing her another charming smile. “I’m gonna hit up a couple panels, but in case I can’t find you later—do you want to exchange numbers?” “Yes!” she said excitedly. His number. Brian’s number, in my phone. Currently, her digital address book consisted simply of her mother, grandmother, an old Sunday school teacher, her student advisor, and Megan. He recited his number to her and she hurriedly thumbed them into her phone, head blurring with pink flames. “I had fun,” Stephanie blurted out, suddenly wanting to say a dozen things but lacking courage to voice most of them. And, I’ve only known him for what, an hour and a half? “Really. Even just, uh, just talking to you. But everything else too. Especially everything else. I’ll call you,” she promised, turning away from him as quickly as she could and scurrying through the mass of people towards the vendor’s room. He watched her well-shaped bottom wiggling away appreciatively. Just a few minutes later, his phone throbbed in his pocket, and then began to play the Fantasy Wars victory theme. Pulling it Fucking out with a smile, he swiped his screen. His pace faltered and his smile abruptly drained away at what he saw, and the con-goers walking behind him jostled into him for a moment. “Sorry,” Brian muttered distractedly, looking back at his phone in confusion. It was a text. From Blowjobs his ex-girlfriend.

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