Jay invites Sofia out for his birthday

It’s only another few nights before I’m sprawled on the couch, scrolling through porn, when my phone lights up with Sofia’s name. It’s crazy how fast it goes from me letting her know about Carlos calling me, to her and I texting. It was pretty much all just innocent stuff, which makes sense all things considered. She sends a photo of Mateo’s latest masterpiece of a car tower, and I send back dumb memes, which may or may not be followed up by her replying with laughing emojis and the occasional “You’re terrible.” Nothing to write home about, but I felt like the man every time.

“Hey, you,” I answer.

“Hey yourself,” she says, and this time she sounds happy when I answer, unlike the last call. “You busy?”

“Nah, just avoiding adulting. What’re you up to?”

“Same. I just finished making sure the boys are asleep, so I can finally relax. I was thinking about our last talk and the way you make me laugh. And… well, I just wanted to hear your voice. Is that weird?”

“Not even a little,” I tell her, shifting so I sit up straighter, feeling my dick twitch at what she said. “You can call and listen to my voice whenever you want.”

We quickly move into small talk like we’ve been besties for years. We joke about some of the crazy people I’ve delivered to. She tells me Mateo asked if the “food guy” is coming back soon, so I tell her she can tell him I’ll bring him a new Hot Wheels next time I’m in the neighborhood.

Eventually she brings up my birthday again.

“So… two weeks from Saturday, and you turn the big twenty-one, right?”

“Yeah,” I confirm. “It’s creeping up quick. Dan’s planning some low-key bar crawl I think, which is what we did for his birthday. We’ll probably end up at the same three places we always go.”

“Hmmm.”

“What?” I ask.

“Well, you can’t do that,” she states matter-of-factly. “The obvious is that you already go to those places, so that’s not fun. Plus, you can’t even use your own ID there, because then you’re just telling them they’ve been serving you underage this whole time. You have to tell him he’ll need to do better than that.”

“Fair,” I say, seeing the logic in her argument.

“Isn’t there any girls you can invite, so it won’t just be you and Dan? Someone special to celebrate with?”

I laugh, but it comes out a little awkward. “Nah. No girls. But there’ll be a few other guys there. Maybe one or two of their girlfriends. My dating life’s been… uh, pretty nonexistent lately. Not many girls at this age really want to date a guy that doesn’t have a real job. At least, not any of the girls I’ve been interested in.”

There’s a pause, and I can hear her shifting, maybe settling deeper into whatever she’s in. Next thing I know, I’m half-joking and half-hoping, but one-hundred percent cringing at what I ask her.

“You could come if you wanted, you know. Obviously we don’t have anything fancy planned, so there’s no pressure. I mean… I’d like it if you were there, but you don’t have to.”

The second I put it out there, I wanna punch myself in the dick for letting it think for me. Inviting a married mom who’s going through a “rough patch” to my twenty-first birthday bar crawl with my dumb friends? Yeah, that’s what a woman like her wants to do.

She takes long enough to respond that I start mentally drafting the apology text I’ll send when we’re off the phone.

When she finally does say something, the tone is a little bit higher-pitched than I would’ve expected, giving me a renewed sense of hope. “You serious?”

“Yeah, why not? I mean… if it’s weird, forget I said it. I just thought-”

“No,” she says, cutting me off. “It’s not weird. It’s actually… really sweet. I haven’t done anything like that in years. Just gone out and had a drink with people when it wasn’t some sort of function for… well, for Carlos.”

I can hear the change in her voice when she mentions him, like she doesn’t even want to think his name.

“I’m not saying no, but let me think about it, okay?” she asks. “I’d have to find someone to watch the boys, but maybe Marisol could take them for the night. I’d hate to have to try and tell Carlos why, so I don’t want to ask him. He’ll probably say he’s got plans already, even if I do ask. But… I think I kind of like the idea. A lot.”

“Cool. Just let me know either way then.” I quickly go from wanting to give my dick a beating, to thinking I’ll have to give him a proper beating.

“I appreciate it,” she says, followed by an almost shy-sounding giggle.

Not wanting to give me the chance to make things weird, I change the subject, and we talk for another half hour. Eventually the conversation makes its way back to her teasing me about my first legal bar night and me joking that I’ll need a designated driver because I’m “delicate.” When she yawns, she sounds **** to hang up.

“I should really go,” she murmurs. “The boys always wake up early. But thank you for wasting your night talking to me.”

“Anytime,” I tell her. “I like hearing your voice too,” I throw out there, hoping she knows I’m referencing her comment at the beginning of the call.

“Night, soon-to-be birthday boy.”

“Night, Sofia.”

I set the phone down with a big-ass grin, unable to believe she didn’t immediately hang up when I invited her out. The fact that she might actually show up is mind-boggling. And even if she doesn’t, the fact that she didn’t laugh me off the phone feels like the biggest win I’ve had in months.

Opening my camera up, I flip through different filters and take a cheesy picture, adding a party hat and celebration crap around me, hoping it’ll help push her that little bit further into committing. She sends back a laughing emoji, and before I get too lost in my own thoughts, I’m surprised when I get a picture back from her. I think she must’ve used one of those glamour filters and took a picture with her lips pursed together, and then put stickers of a cone birthday hat on her head, and a kazoo at her mouth.

I instantly “love” the picture and head to bed with it still open, picturing my cock where the sticker of the purple toy sits.

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