Pegging Brent
I came back a few days later in hopes of seeing him. This time I had to make up a book for him to find, so we could spend countless minutes together looking for it. I got rather nervous when he found a book of the same title, thinking I’d have to buy it if he produced it, but fortunately even that one was out of stock. Of course it didn’t matter, and shortly thereafter he managed to ask for my number. I played coy for a few seconds before giving it to him, feeling like such a girl playing...