“Hello?” She answered the phone in a sultry voice.

“Hey Lily, it’s Rhett. From accounting.” I added in case she didn’t remember who I was, though I knew that was highly unlikely.

“Oh, hi Rhett.” She said smoothly, but I could hear the excitement in her voice.

“Want to get breakfast?”

“I have a class in fifteen minutes.” She sounded sad. “Maybe we can get lunch.”

“The offer’s for breakfast.” I grabbed my jeans and pulled them on. “If you can’t make it, that’s fine.”

“No, no. I can make it.” She spoke quickly, not wanting to miss her chance at a date with me.

“Meet me at IHOP?”

“IHOP?” She repeated.

“Yes, IHOP.” I spoke slowly. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Okies.” She agreed. “Thanks, Rhett. I’ve been wanting to...”

“See ya.” I hung up as she spoke and rolled my eyes as I pulled my shirt on. I really didn’t want to hear what she had to say. I hope she didn’t think this was the beginning to some beautiful relationship. I wanted someone to eat breakfast with. I wanted someone to take my mind off of the questions spinning around my brain surrounding my friendship with Clementine. I sure as hell didn’t need someone trying to make this seem like more than it was.

I walked into Clementine’s bathroom and washed my face quickly. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and studied my features. My eyes seemed even bluer in the morning light. I smiled at my reflection and gave myself my signature Rhett smile. Clementine always laughed when I tried to use it on her. I frowned at the thought. Why couldn’t I stop thinking of her? I grabbed her toothbrush and rinsed it and then used it to brush my teeth. I knew she’d be pissed if she knew I was using it, but I wasn’t scornful of using it myself. I brushed my teeth quickly, spat out the toothpaste and walked through her apartment quickly.

I got to the IHOP within ten minutes and saw Lily waiting for me at the front of the restaurant.

“Hi, Rhett.” She grinned at me widely, her green eyes pleased to see me.

“What’s up?” I smiled and opened the door for us to go into the restaurant.

“Pretty good.” She licked her lips. “Did you just shower?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I spent the night at a friend’s house and so I just washed my face and brushed my teeth. With her toothbrush.” I stared into her eyes, unflinching. She looked taken aback but still she continued smiling.

“Oh.” She bit her lower lip. “Was that your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?” I laughed out loud. “No.”

“Oh. Friends with benefits?”

“She doesn’t give me any benefits.” I put my arm around her waist, eager to move the conversation away from Clementine. “That’s why I called you.”

“Oh.” She blushed and smiled at me.

“Let’s have a seat.” We sat down in a booth and I sat in the seat next to her. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.” She nodded and her eyes widened as my hand moved to her leg. She was wearing a pair of short shorts and I allowed my palm to rest on her thigh.

“Me too.” I moved my hand further up, so that it was close to her wetness. Or what I assumed was growing wet as we sat there.

“I, uh,” She looked at me with eyes full of lust. “You have beautiful eyes. Has anyone ever told you that before?”

“No,” I lied. “Thanks.” I moved my hand from her legs and opened the menu. “I think I’ll get pancakes and coffee.” I closed the menu and sat back. I looked around the restaurant and then turned back to her. “So what do you want to do after we eat?”

“Well, I have another class.” She mumbled and shifted in her seat.

“You don’t really want to go to class, do you?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Well, depends on what your offer is.” She smiled and looked down at my pants suggestively.

I grinned at her. I liked a woman who got straight to business. “It depends on what you want it to be.” I winked at her and ran my fingers through my hair. “I’m pretty down for whatever.”

“Good.” She looked around the restaurant quickly and then I felt her fingers on my crotch. She undid my zipper quickly and pushed her hand into my jeans and grabbed my c**k through my boxer shorts. She moved her fingers back and forth quickly and I shifted in the seat, not feeling turned on at all. “Hmm.” She frowned as she played with me, but I didn’t grow hard.

“What?” I muttered annoyed, not understanding why I wasn’t turned on.

“I just...” She sighed. “Hold on.” She dropped her napkin on the ground and quickly got under the table. I stared down at her in shock. Not because she was about to give me a blowjob under the table, but because she was going to give me a blowjob under a table with no tablecloth. I felt her pulling my c**k out of my jeans and then I felt the warmth of her mouth as she took me inside of her and bobbed up and down. I felt her tongue licking me as she sucked on the tip of my cock, and yet I still couldn’t get hard. I sighed and closed my eyes and tried to concentrate. There was no way that I wanted her to think I couldn’t get it up. My mind immediately flew to Clementine and the previous evening when she’d pulled her bra off. I wasn’t sure why that image was so ingrained in my mind. She’d done the same thing so many times before, but I had never paid attention to the bounce of her br**sts before, or the way her hard ni**les felt pressed against me. I groaned and shifted as I felt myself finally growing hard. I knew that Lily was pleased at the fact because she increased her actions and started nibbling on the tip of my cock. I felt myself growing soft again as I thought of Lily. I frowned to myself. I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t feeling Lily and her blowjob. She was hot, in a nondescript way. Not that that had ever bothered me before. I didn’t go out with all these girls because I wanted anything from them. All I cared about was having a good time. I wasn’t like Clementine. I didn’t believe in true love. I didn’t believe in soulmates. She was a fool for believing in that shit. I couldn’t believe that she was saving herself for marriage. Silly girl. An image of her lying on a king sized bed, na**d and waiting for her husband to take her virginity filled my mind and I felt a swirl of jealousy in my stomach. Then I remembered her legs wrapped in between mine, so soft and silky. Shit, she was sexy. I allowed myself to imagine that it was Clementine sucking me off for just a brief second. I felt myself growing hard again, but this time, I could feel my body heat rising. I pictured Clementine’s face and reached below and grabbed Lily’s hair, imagining that I was pulling Clemmie’s silky brown locks. Shit! I sat back and tried to stifle a groan. I was going to cum. I felt Lily’s lips moving back and forth furiously and I imagined Clementine looking up at me with her laughing brown eyes as she sucked on my cock. I couldn’t take it anymore. I exploded in Lily’s mouth and pulled her hair hard. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling guilty and ashamed of myself. I couldn’t believe that I’d actually had to think of Clementine in order to cum. I was angry and quickly zipped up my pants as Lily quickly moved back to the seat from under the table.

“Breakfast has been good so far.” She licked her lips and reached for my arm. I stared at her in distaste and pulled away from her. Looking at her face turned me off. Didn’t she realize that I’d been thinking of someone else while she’d been under the table? “I think I’m going to have an omelette for a second course.” She shifted in her seat. “Then maybe we can go to your place and you can have dessert.” She grabbed my hand and put it between her legs. “I’m ready to see if your tongue can work as hard as mine.”

“Yeah, about that.” I smiled down at her and jumped up. I pulled a couple of twenties out of my pocket and flung them on the table. “I just remembered something. I gotta go, but here’s money for breakfast and lunch. I’ll call you.” I looked at her hurt expression and gave her another quick smile. “See ya.” I hurried out of the restaurant quickly and jumped into my car, feeling slightly disgusted at myself.

“Get your shit together, Rhett.” I grunted at myself as I started the engine of my Mustang and pulled out of the parking lot. I was seriously losing my mind and I didn’t know what to do about it. I decided to go to the frat house that Tomas belonged to and see what was going on with the guys. I knew that I needed to occupy my mind. I didn’t want to think about what any of the craziness of the morning meant.

***

I went to bed and tried to sleep pretty early that night. I didn’t want to go on any dates and I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I’d nearly gotten into a fight at the frat house when one of the guys had started talking about Clementine and how he’d like to f**k her at a party. Tomas had had to restrain me as I’d grabbed the guy’s shirt collar. I knew I was losing my mind, but I didn’t know why. It didn’t help that Lily had sent me a hurt text message asking me if I was mad at her and if I had lost respect for her. I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to say. I wanted to ask her if she had respect for herself, but I didn’t care enough to get into any long conversation with her. I mean, what did she really think? I sighed and grabbed my phone as I realized I wasn’t going to get to sleep anytime soon. I automatically called Clementine to see what she was up to, but she didn’t answer. I lay there for a few seconds waiting for her to call me back, but when she didn’t I sent her a text message instead.

"What you doing?"

"Trying to sleep," she texted me back immediately.

"I tried to call you."

"I'm in bed."

"So you can't talk?"

"What do you want, Rhett?"

":("

"Not going to work."

":( with tears."

"That's pitiful. Haha."

"Are you laughing at the fact that I'm crying?"

"Rhett Madison, you're not crying. Smh."

"Call me."

"Tomorrow! :)"

"Want to go to breakfast?"

"No."

"What do you mean, no?" I frowned at the phone. Clementine never said no to breakfast.

"I'm on a diet. :)"

"What? Why?"

"I have a date next week."

I dropped the phone on my bed in shock. Clemmie had a date? I frowned. Was she joking? Who could she have a date with? She hadn't had a date in months. The beep of the phone distracted me from my thoughts. I grabbed it hoping to see the words ‘joke’ or ‘psych’. Instead I saw, "Did I shock you?"

"Who's the date with? Do I know him?" I waited for what seemed like forever for her to respond.

"You don't know him," she finally responded.

"How did you meet him?" My fingers tapped against the phone as I waited for her to answer. “And why didn’t you tell me about this date last night?”

"Damn it, Clemmie." I muttered under my breath and called her again. "Pick up the damn phone." I growled as the phone continued ringing.

"Why are you calling me again?" She answered the phone sleepily and I exhaled.

"Why didn't you pick up the phone?" I lay back in my bed, finally relaxed.

"Because I'm about to go to sleep. I need eight hours a night, you know."

"You never needed eight hours before."

"It's part of my new beauty regime."

"You don't need a regime," I sighed, starting to feel agitated again. "Who is this idiot you're going on a date with, anyway?"

She sighed and I waited impatiently for her to answer me.

"Clemmie?"

"It's a guy I met online,"

"Online where?" I frowned.

"On a dating site," she whispered.

"A dating site?" I exclaimed, shocked. "Why are you on a dating site?" I was pissed that she hadn’t even told me that she was thinking of joining a dating site. Why the f**k was she on a dating site?

"To meet a guy, duh." She said sarcastically and I half-smiled at her tone. I knew she was making a face into the phone.

"Why are you trying to meet a guy online?" I asked again, letting my annoyance show. I hadn’t even realized that she was seriously interested in dating. I thought she was just concerned about her studies.

"Because I don't meet any winners in real life."

"True, I'm the only winner you know." I joked.

"Real modest, Rhett."

"What?" I laughed. "It's true."

"Anyway, I need to go to sleep now, so I can look fresh for my date tomorrow."

"Is your date in the morning?" I didn't want to hang up, not now that I had finally gotten her on the phone. And I wanted to know more about her online dating. Had she met anyone already? What exactly was she looking for?

"No."

"So, uh, what does it matter what time you go to bed?" I said feeling annoyed.

"Because I have a lot to do." She sounded annoyed as I rolled over on my side.

"Like what?"

"Like I need to get a new outfit and I need a new haircut."

"Haircut?" I frowned as I pictured her long chestnut brown locks. "You can't cut your hair."

"Actually, I think I can."

"Let me come with you tomorrow. I'll help you choose an outfit and I want to see your haircut."