Chapter 2

Friday April 22

So on the one hand, I kind of like the challenge and mystique of Oliver’s offer, silly as it is. On the other hand, I think I kind of like Paris. I mean, I barely know him, but he’s certainly on the boyfriend contender list. It’s been a while since I’ve had a boyfriend. The guys I slept with last semester were all losers, and my friend Martin over winter break? Well, I did it with him as a favor to him, and despite our intentions, things have been weird between us since.

So if I do take the saxophone picture, does that ruin my chance at maybe dating Paris? (Assuming he’s even interested.) I can’t imagine what Oliver wants the photo for, but I can’t think of any way it could actually harm Paris. Worst case, it gets stolen and his insurance buys him a new one.

The thought of going out with a good looking nice guy again has left my brain in dreamy rainbow land all day. Well ... sexy dreamy rainbow land. I made myself come thinking about Paris five minutes before leaving for the bus stop for work. I kept thinking that everybody on the bus and at work knew - like they could smell it - even though I knew they couldn’t.

I’m about to go to bed now, but, well, I can kinda feel my blood flowing down there. Maybe I’ll give myself another good rub. I wonder if he has thought about me while jacking off?

Saturday April 23

I had lunch with Paris at a cheap and casual Mexican place near the college. It went well. He’s funny.

I asked about music. He said that in high school he and a couple friends tried to start a jazz band. They never played anywhere, but their YouTube channel got a respectable number of subs.

After lunch I walked with him out to his car before we said goodbye. He had parked in the remotest corner of the parking lot, which struck me as odd until I saw his car. It’s a Porsche. I don’t know what kind, but it’s obviously sporty and expensive. I guess when you drive a car like that, you try to avoid parking near other cars as much as you can. He offered to give me a ride, but I declined and took the bus.

Work was a hassle tonight. One of the girls had a home emergency and didn’t show, so we were understaffed the whole shift.

I’m not going to masturbate tonight, but I am going to imagine what it would be like to fall asleep in Paris’ arms.

Monday April 25

I’ve been texting with Paris. Yeah, I like him. Our schedules keep aligning badly, but he offered to drive me home after my shift this afternoon.

I’ve never been into cars, or impressed by people who were, but damn, Paris’ car is fun. It purrs. He wasn’t driving especially fast or aggressively, but nevertheless, I could still feel just how powerful and agile it was. Maybe I’ll get one when I start making good money, a few years from now.

Thursday April 28

I got the picture!

I had watched the YouTube performances of Paris’ high school band. I’ve never been into jazz, but I think I just need more exposure. I told him that I’d like for him to play for me, so this afternoon he picked me up and took me to his house.

We didn’t have much time before I had to be at work, so he didn’t give me the tour or anything, but the house was big and very nicely decorated. His family is clearly quite well-off.