Paul tells Lacey about his plans to fuck

As they reached her front door, she turned to Paul. "So, when are you going to find a place of your own?" she asked as she unlocked the door.

Paul had a sheepish smile. "I’m working on it! Actually, I matched with a girl on Tinder last night. She might let me stay with her for a few days."

Lacey sighed. "They call guys like you ‘hobosexual.’"

"I’ll own that. It’s a lifestyle choice. Who doesn’t like a free place to crash?"

"Why would she let you stay before she’s even met you? That seems a bit reckless."

He smirked, a little embarrassed, a little proud. "We’ve been sexting. So I think she’s a little thirsty about it."

“You move fast." She went to the fridge.

Paul chuckled and took a seat at the table. "What can I say? I’m just that charming."

Lacey shook her head. "If you were that charming your ex wouldn’t have kicked you out." She took out tomato sauce and meatballs. "Just be careful. What if she turns out to be a total nightmare? Then you’re back on my couch."

The air between them was a little frosty. Lacey hadn’t expected that. They had known each other for years, and things had always been comfortable. He had come to her first for a reason. She tried to think of something to say. “So what kind of sexting? Is she sending you some bomb ass nudes or something?”

“So bomb,” he said. “And so much ass, honestly.”

Lacey snorted laughter. “Is that what you like?” Her hand drifted down from the counter, almost falling on her own butt. Before she had gone to class the day before she had hit the gym. Leg day was her favorite, but she really thought of it as glute day.

“Ass, tits, all good,” said Paul.

“Eyes, personality, interests,” Lacey went on. “This is how I know you’re not a lesbian. We don’t think about girls like that.”

“You don’t like ass in your face?”

“Okay, I like ass in my face. But I like Maeve’s feelings in my face just as much.”

Paul laughed. “If you like ass, check this out.” He opened up his phone and scrolled through his texts.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to show me that.”

“No, I know, but seriously, you’re gonna want to see this.” He turned his phone for her to see.

Against her better nature, Lacey peeked. She was immediately happy she had. “Oh shit,” she said. “Wow. Look at that.” The girl was bent over in front of her mirror with her ass in the air. She was wearing lacy underwear, but almost as notable was the leash in the hand holding her phone. Lacey felt like she had been hit by a truck.