Page 60 of Dirty Chorus

Noah: Hey trouble

Charlie: Hi you. Where are you? I’m sooo lonely.

Noah: I’ll be there in five minutes.

My palms are clammy. I search around for the bra I needed to match, and now I can’t find it either. My patience runs thin. I gather all the clothes on the floor and shove them into my hamper and plant it in the corner of my room. I’ll go without. I put on a thin black crop top with short sleeves and low-rise denim shorts.

I managed to shave every inch of my body and I’m smoother than a baby drenched in powder. This time, Noah isn't leaving without touching me.

The knock at the front door was softer than I expected, barely audible over the frantic beat of my heart. I smooth down my shirt trying to stop my nipples from being pointy, hard nubs, but there's no use.

I race down the hallway, and as I open the door, it dawns on me. I haven’t even brushed my soaking wet hair. Noah lifts up the plastic thank-you bag with the glass bottle of vodka in his hands.

“I got it.” The low, gruff rumble of his voice sends shivers down my thighs. He steps into the house, and I use my back to close the front door.

“No one will be home for a while.” I bite my bottom lip and I deadbolt the lock. I’m sucking in a breath as the warm lights in the home highlight his features. They catch the gold flecks in his eyes, and the shy smile on his lips makes my legs shake.

“How long do you think we have?” he asks.

“My brother won’t be home until midnight.”

“Cool. We should have enough time to play a few rounds.”

And practice. As in practicing for him to take my virginity. Yes please. I have a stash of condoms in my top drawer. I’m so ready for this. And with him wearing his black baggy shirt and slim-fitting joggers, I’m definitely ready. He's already making me so hot. I might pass out. I’m already fanning myself with a hand, imagining him pulling off his shirt, revealing his toned chest, and I’ll stare at his abs covered in tattoos. Even glancing down at the drawstrings of his black joggers, I spot it. The outline of his dick, and I’m picturing its throbbing pink head centimeters from my face. I wipe the thought from my brain.

My mouth turns dry, and I swallow nothing but dust coating my tongue. What is wrong with me? Someone needs to slap me. I’m not usually an unfiltered pervert. But I can’t help it.

His hair isn’t in a bun right now. It’s just falling over his face. I’m melting into a puddle as his long fingers tuck away hair behind his ears, and I think my mouth is hanging open, but now I’m just thinking about those fingers digging into my thighs.

Oh, shoot. How long have I been standing here? It’s been far too long. Things just got awkward.

“You good?” Noah asks.

“Yeah...yeah...” I massage my neck as I tilt my head to the living room. “We can play in here,” I say. We finally got a small futon, so now our living room doesn’t look as terrible as it did before. There still isn’t a television, and the carpet needs a good cleaning, but he’s a guy. Hopefully, he isn’t secretly judging me.

Noah puts the bag down on the coffee table with a thud. He plops down on the futon with his arms stretched out over the armrest. His legs spread apart, and I soak in how tall and big he is against the throw pillows and cushions.

“How tall are you?” I ask.

He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m five-eight.”

I blink half a million times as he deadpans me. “You’re way taller than that.” I eyeball him as his legs spread out, and he sways his knees back and forth.

“Okay, okay...” He holds out his palms. “You got me. I’m five-nine.” He lifts his chin and smirks.

“You're over six feet tall. Stop messing with my head.”

“Anyone would look over six feet tall if they were as short as you.”

My mouth drops to the floor with the remark. “Excuse me.” I press a hand to my chest and scoff. “You forgot the shorter the girl, the crazier they are.”

“I know, you’re nine hot and ten crazy.”

“Did you just call me a ten crazy?” I ask, letting out little short bursts of laughter.

He drops his head down shaking it and chuckles with me.

“Wait... wait,” he taps his index finger on his lips. “Do you really want to know how tall I am?” he asks.