Sit with Callum (Pt. 2)

You reluctantly pick up Callum’s phone to add your number. But then something else smacks you in the face. A long, thick cock. Callum’s firm pecs. A Snapchat he must’ve sent to Sabrina.

Callum must’ve forgotten to close out of the message. He has no idea that you’re tracing his penis with your eyes, or that your mouth waters when he gropes his balls. You inhale slowly.

After closing out of the video, you add your number into his phone and pass it back to him. Callum smiles and gives you a fist bump. “Cool” he says. “I’ll text you when I’m at the gym.”

For the next hour, you and Callum flip through the pages of Coriolanus until you both have a decent idea about the plot and characters. Well, at least, you have a decent understanding.

“Okay, so,” Callum says, scratching his head. “The main guy is totally ripped and has a bunch of haters, because he wins too much. And then his mom gets pissed so, like, muscles vs. mom?”

You just blink. Well, at least Callum understands a fraction of the story. Poor guy. You take notes until the class session ends, and as you pack up your things, Dr. Theodore invites you to chat.