Faux Pas Girls 1: Game On, Master (Monique)

Chapter 9: Kalma your ______

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The excited poks in me had all these crazy scenarios (again, surprise!) how I would see Callan's dcky. For all I know, he might be hard right now returning from a run. Boosted testosterone in doing something physical makes for a good, hard flagpole. It makes the kind you could grab really tight like a door handle and still stick out. I miss that kind in my hand, fck.

Pero ako na rin ang nagsaway sa sarili kong imagination. Callan being Callan would surely get a way around his do you wanna see? paasa. The guy's made for a seriously fcking loooooooong foreplay. It would be good if we're already heading for bed, but because it's a no, my hoo-ha drools and weeps. All these teasing that we do make me want him more and he knows it. He's making himself really interesting and appealing to me. Good thing na rin 'cause I easily lose interest in guys.

True enough, Callan being Callan had another idea how I could measure his thing. And no, it's not with the use of a ruler.

"That's lame," sabi niya habang nakatingin sa picture sa phone ko.

I looked at the dcky na naka-outline sa workout shorts ng lalaking tinitingnan namin. We're at Tinder on my phone, looking for boys na may bakat sa shorts, o boxers, o pants. Callan proved me wrong. I thought before that I could only do men shopping with the poks.

"It looks. . . noteworthy," sabi ko at ngumiti. "That's a really good outline there. It looks big."

"It couldn't be that big with his pose. Hindi bumabakat nang ganyan katikas 'yon kung nakaupo siya nang ganyan," sabi ni Callan.

He was still casually sipping his coffee. And I was casually looking at him. He's amusement and amazement in one. He's fun to look at.

"Why?" Nangalumbaba ako sa mesa. "Na-try mo na 'yong ganitong pose with your hard-on?"

He just smiled.

"What? You should tell me, you prick. Ngiti ka lang nang ngiti!" reklamo ko.

Tumukod din siya sa mesa, sapo ang batok niya. He was chuckling. "I didn't try to take a picture. I just saw once in the mirror."

Tumaas ang isang kilay ko. "Interesting. And you're telling you're also bigger than this?"

"Like I said. . . his is lame."

"Lame 'cause of the pose he's trying to strike or lame-lame?"

"Lame-lame."

I browsed for bakat pictures again. Callan's saying lame, not real, and maybe that size.

Sa bawat that size niya, tumititig ako nang mabuti sa pictures. But all the pictures he'd say his maybe, medyo madilim at angled to tease. Naumay na 'ko sa mga bakat.

I sipped my coffee when we're done sizing maybe a dozen pictures. "Kaysa nagme-men shopping tayo rito, you should just let me grab yours and see for myself if it's good enough."

Tumitig siya sa 'kin. "You just want to touch me."

Sinalubong ko ang titig niya at inilapit nang kaunti ang mukha ko sa kanya. "Of course I want to touch you. I'm clear about my motive since day one. So you should give me something here, baby."

He smiled playfully and looked at my lips. "Ten tasks from that jar and I'll kiss you."

I bit my lip and looked at his lips. "What kind of kiss?"

"However we like it."

Napalunok ako. "Swear? No getting around it?"

"Swear. You can come collect it anytime, anywhere."