Resolution Good Text: A New Years Short Story

By Deana Farrady

A sports jock and art geek collide in this adorable romcom novella!

 

He's Rafail Slutsky, Olympic medalist. Women drool over his ripped body. He helps charities. He's basically a god in a man suit.

I'm Cecily Spangler, geek. I snark. I draw. I huddle in my shell like a turtle. Nobody has ever heard of me.

Do I need to spell out how wrong we are for each other?

Luckily, I'm done with fantasies of celebrities I have no hope of ever meeting. On New Year's Eve, I resolve to flirt with the nerdy guy I've been crushing on over on my favorite forum. I know nothing about him, but I just have this feeling we have a lot in common.

And then, joy of joys, he messages me back. Before I know it, I'm in deeper than I ever expected. The connection between us SIZZLES. I only hope that if we ever meet in person, I'll live up to his imaginings.

One small problem: he just sent me a text. He wants to meet me. Now.

I figure the worst that can happen is that we have no chemistry, right?

Wrong...because there's a lot more to this nerd than I ever dreamed...

A cute, laugh-out-loud, happy romcom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deana Farrady
• Release date: Dec 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223162902

Deana Farrady

Deana has lived in various cities across the U.S. Currently she finds herself living out in the middle of nowhere where the fields grow and the wild animals roam, along with her husband, son and assorted pets. Writing and books are her passion. She always writes feel-good, optimistic stories regardless of the angle at which the story starts.

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Chapter 1

CECILY

Just one...more...line.

There. My drawing was complete.

Rafail Slutsky, in all his bold, naked glory.

At least, Slutsky as I imagined him. I’d never seen him naked. But the whole world had seen him as near-as. That was Olympic swimmers for you.

To say it was a beautiful drawing was an understatement. A full monty take, complete with imagined (and ridiculously huge) cock, it showed every inch of Slutsky’s perfectly proportioned, magnificently muscle-bound body in profile. I’d used my Wacom drawing tablet to hand-draw him, then added shading to set off my favorite of his major muscle groups. It would make an awesome black-and-white addition to The Slutsky Files.

I exported the file, then went into BodyDraw to upload it. I guess it says something about me that I was always logged into the BodyDraw forum.

I placed the file in the public space. If you were logged in, you could see all the explicit, loving details of my drawing. If you visited the forum as a guest user, you’d see a fig leaf overlay where his cock would be.

And that was the other reason I was always logged in. Fig leaves were utterly pussyblocking.

BodyDraw had started as a stalker forum, a fan art site for popular sports personalities. I was one of its founding members. From the start, my favorite dude to idolize was Rafail Slutsky. Some of the first drawings ever posted were my interpretation of the gorgeous blond’s famous, studly body in...oh, about fifty unlikely poses.

Over the years, the forum had evolved into much more. Now it was a general figure-drawing forum with thousands of registered members. Our big thing was the Model Salon, where members placed nude pictures of themselves for other artists to use as reference. The forum administrators made sure nobody got sleazy and uploaded porn or anyone’s pics without consent. But otherwise, the rule was, any nude pose goes.

I’d never put photos of myself there. I'd draw anything and anybody, but I didn’t want anybody drawing me. Nobody on the forum even knew what I looked like. My avatar was a picture of Slutsky’s tight ass clad in a white Speedo.

File uploaded, I went to the members list.

I saw right away that ThinkTank was online. And instantly my heart began pounding.

I almost clicked out of the forum to go huddle, cowering, in a dark corner, like the wimp I was, but then I remembered my promise. My big, bad resolution.

On New Year’s Eve, I’d done a stupid. I'd been lamenting how my life was in a rut just when the text message came in from Stacy, past president of our Mi Alpha Alpha sorority:

Remember, ladies. Do it. Whatever it is you want to do. Wherever you have wanted to go. Whatever you want to try, to taste, to feel, to live....do it. This is our year.

Maybe because of my recent family drama, her message struck a chord with me. It felt like fate. A sign that I should take the new year seriously. Most years I drunkenly vowed to lose those extra twenty pounds, just for the sake of having a resolution. Then I’d put it out of my mind.

This year, Stacy's text got me thinking...and I came up with the perfect resolution. I'd stop waiting for that mythical day in the future when I’d work up the nerve to try to make friends with ThinkTank, a guy I liked from the BodyDraw forum.

No more waiting. This would be the year I would do it...get down and personal with him. And this time I wouldn't flake out.

Rushing for Mi Alpha Alpha was one of the most daring things I'd ever done. I was the oddball sister in the sorority house, with my hermit ways, spending most of my time in my room or the library. Since graduating from college, it had been work, work, work. These days I hardly even dated. So for me, deciding to poke my head out of my shell was radical.

My fellow sorority alums rolled their emoji eyes. They thought it wasn’t enough to reach out. They thought I should chase poor ThinkTank down wearing a trench coat and stilettos. But ugh. Not this turtle.

I hardly even knew the man. Sure, yeah, ThinkTank gave my posts thumbs-ups sometimes, and from what I could see, I was special that way, but that was it as far as bonding went. I didn’t know his real name. He'd never posted a picture of himself. I had no solid proof he was even a man. He was just this dude I sort of knew from the forum.

He was an artist, I presumed, like the rest of us. Not the best artist. Actually he