Stanley
I don’t know what to make of this. I kissed Frida on impulse, and now I can’t stop thinking about her lips. I moaned her name the other night while jacking off in the shower. I’ve never done anything like this over a woman I barely know. Never!
Fuck…I want to see her again.
Would it be too weird to call her? Wait…I don’t even know if I have her number!
As if on cue, my phone starts ringing, and I see Frida’s name show up on the screen. “Frida?” I ask, amused.
“Hey, I hope it’s not too weird to call you at this hour,” she says.
“No, of course not! You can call me anytime,” I quickly reply. Hopefully, I don’t sound too desperate.
“Great, I was calling because…” she hesitates.
I hold my breath, waiting for her response.
“I wanted to see if you wanted to go to this club tonigh
