I tapped on the name Jake Belanger on facebook, and it brought up the page of a handsome young man.

"Jake." I sighed.

He was fairly tall, with spiky black hair, and freckles that dotted his face. He was wearing a tuxedo in his profile picture, and smiling widely at the camera.

I fantasized for a second, about what would happen if I could get him to like me, before I lay down on my bed.

The man was muscular, and he had the perfect tan, not too dark, not too light.

I set my phone down on the bedside table, and began to pleasure myself.

The phone rang, closing the picture of Jake, and I quickly scrambled to answer it.

"Guess what?" Called my friend Trisha. "We're invited to a party at Ben's house!"

"Yeah, no thanks Trish. I'll pass." I said quietly.

"What?" She screamed at me. "You can't pass! Ben invited us to his party! BEN!"

"I know you like Ben, but I'm kinda tired tonight. You can go." I said.

"Are you OK? Is something wrong?" She asked. "Why don't you want to come to the party?"

"I'm just tired Trish. I'll see you tomorrow." I said grumpily, before hanging up my cell phone.