Screwed

Chapter 7

Colton

My dick and I had come to an understanding.

He wouldn't spontaneously erect, and I wouldn't place a bag of frozen peas on him again.

After my dick pressed into Luna the day after we went shopping, I went home and jacked off. I told myself it was from watching porn. Most likely, it was from watching Luna eat her ridiculous pizza in those tiny shorts. And her tits pressed up against me in that surprise hug.

I jacked off twice.

I was wondering how long an erection could safely last, by the next afternoon. What started out as a perfectly normal morning woody, turned into a painful case of chafing. By that evening, I was seriously considering seeking medical help. The bag of peas went down my pants as a last ditch attempt. It wasn't a good time for either of us.

It worked. It worked really well. I didn't get even as much as an indifferent chubby.

"Are you feeling okay?" Kendra asked when she came to stand at the service bar I was wiping down.

"Yeah, why?" I frowned at her.

"You just seem..." She shrugged and gestured her hand towards the girls giggling at the bar. "Not like yourself."

My frown deepened.

"You haven't gone home with anyone this entire week. You're not even flirting." The look on her face is suspicious.

"I'm just not feeling it." I don't tell her that I'm scared of my dick.

"You're not feeling it," she parroted dumbly, then raised an eyebrow. "How's Luna?"

"Luna?" I kept my eyes on the clean spot I'm still rubbing at with my cloth.

"Yes, Luna," I looked up to find Kendra eyeing me up and down, as if she was assessing something. "You know, five foot nothing with curves for days? Looking for an orgasm? Looks good in tight jeans and..." I put a hand up to stop her talking, the tingling in my pants making the presence of my cock known.

"She's fine. She's coming in tonight for phase two." I stuffed the cloth into the back pocket of my jeans and turned to face the group of girls trying to get my attention.

"Aaaah," Kendra mused from the side, like she knew something I didn't.

I ignored her. "What can I get you ladies?" They ordered the Appletinis I knew they would, so I went about making them.

"Keep the change." The one in the middle smiled suggestively, ignoring her giggling sidekicks, as she slid the bills to me. Underneath was a napkin, no doubt with her number written in it. I rung the bell hanging over my head, like we always did when we got a particularly good tip. I winked at her and watched them leave. The number went into the bin under the counter, and I shoved the tip into the shared bucket hanging behind me. When I turned back around to serve the next person, I sucked in a breath.

"Hi," Luna gave me a little wave and bit her lip. My eyes snagged on that shiny red lip caught in her teeth, I think I licked my own when she let it go, all plump and pouty. Her dark hair was around her shoulders, her bangs just reaching the edge of her glasses. She pushed them up her nose and then her hands fell down to tug at her shirt. It was some kind of vest thing that stretched over her tits and flared around her midriff, leaving a strip of skin over her stomach exposed. Something was written on it, but I couldn't read it. My eyes were to busy sliding between her exposed stomach and her cleavage.

My dick surged. It looked like I was going to have another date with a bag of peas.

"Hi," I finally said when I could finally release the breath I was holding.