Page 28 of Sam & Justin

Well, the reviews and the hours. The old one was going to be closing soon, and even if I rushed there, I might not have time to find what I was looking for.

Axel

How’s the reunion going? Get laid?

I grinned at my phone as my best friend’s text popped up, blocking out the information on the secondhand store I was looking at. I rolled my eyes when I read the actual words. Typical fucking Axel.

Sam

Reunion’s going okay. None of my friends showed.

Saw my old tutor though.

Axel

The hot one you told me about?

Sam

He’s gotten a hell of a lot hotter too. Aged like a good bourbon.

Axel

Pretty sure the saying’s like fine wine.

Sam

Fuck wine. You know I don’t like that rancid ass grape juice.

Axel sent back a laughing emoji, and I knew he was waiting for me to answer the second part of his question. Normally, I wouldn’t have been bothered about telling my best friend about the guys I’d hooked up with. It wouldn’t have been a big deal. He’d heard his fair share of stories, even back when all the stories were about me and Tim. He’d told me his fair share, too. I knew more about the women he hooked up with than he did; at least that’s the way it felt sometimes.

But telling him about what went down between me and Justin felt like it was crossing a line. I knew what me and Justin shared was a one night thing, me getting to finally taste my high school crush, but telling Axel made it feel like I was cheapening it.

Sam

Going to some lame ass prom thing tonight. Didn’t even go to my real prom.

Axel

This gotta do with the hot tutor? Trying to make him your reunion fling?

Shit, are you going to take him back to your hotel room and let him fuck you seven ways to Sunday? Play the blushing virgin on prom night?

I sent him the middle finger emoji and pocketed my phone. There was no denying that my brain was filling with mental images of him fucking me seven ways til Sunday after prom. Of course, my brain had some good stuff to fill in the fantasy with. I already knew how he kissed, and I knew how his dick felt inside of me. I leaned back on my bed and closed my eyes, letting thefantasy play out. He wasn’t wearing some stupid suit from the 80s. My mind put him in some James Bond style tux, one of those really fancy ones with the crisp white undershirt.

My dick throbbed at the mental image. I was just about to whip it out and jack off when my phone buzzed again. Axel had a few other smartass comments, and my dick went from half hard to softer than a gummy worm. Probably for the better. I needed to get to that stupid thrift store and find some suit that would bring James Bond to tears.

It took me about fifteen minutes to get off the bed and stop texting Axel. He kept prodding me about Justin, and it took everything in me not to tell him that he was barking up a tree I’d already climbed. Might have done it if he hadn’t had a tattoo appointment step into his shop just as my determination was wavering.

I drove across town to the thrift store. Some teen girl with curly dark hair greeted me and pointed me in the direction of the men’s suits. “You know if any of these are 80s?” I asked her before heading that way.

“Let me guess,” she drawled in a bored voice. “You need something to wear to the reunion? Leaving it a bit late, aren’t you?”

I shrugged and nodded. “Wasn’t sure I was going to go,” I admitted.

“Well, I think we might still have a few pieces. Dorian, the owner, he put together a little rack of all of our 80s stuff and has been keeping it stocked up the last month or so.”

Well, that was handy. I let her point me toward that rack of vintage garb and made my way to it. There were five suits left, and I started rifling through them. One of them, probably the most normal looking one, was too small. I found two that didn’t look too bad that might fit well enough and started toward the dressing room.