54. Nice Place

Stanley

I don't know what to make of this. I kissed Frida on impulse, and now I can't stop thinking about her lips. I moaned her name the other night while jacking off in the shower. I've never done anything like this over a woman I barely know. Never!

Fuck...I want to see her again.

Would it be too weird to call her? Wait...I don't even know if I have her number!

As if on cue, my phone starts ringing, and I see Frida's name show up on the screen. "Frida?" I ask, amused.

"Hey, I hope it's not too weird to call you at this hour," she says.

"No, of course not! You can call me anytime," I quickly reply. Hopefully, I don't sound too desperate.

"Great, I was calling because..." she hesitates.

I hold my breath, waiting for her response.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to go to this club tonight. It's new, and I wanted to see it."

Clubs aren't really my thing, but I can't lose the chance to see Frida. "Yes, I would love to! Do you want me to come pick you up?"

There's a moment of silence, and