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Where the hell am I going to live when I get back to Silver Lake?
Am I even going to have a home?
Everything is up in the air. My entire life has been turned upside down, and I feel helpless. And on top of it all, now I'm crying like a fool in this guy's truck, my nose running, my chest heaving hard and fast as I ugly cry. These aren't pretty, tender tears, they're rabid, angry, hurting tears.
I'm sure my mascara is running down my cheeks, my lipstick is probably smeared, and I look like a hot mess.
“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,” I say as I try to dry my eyes and catch my breath. “I don't—” I can hardly speak as I try to breathe between my words. “I don't mean to cry like this. I don't know what's going on with me right now.”
“It's all right,” he says, taking a cautious look over at me. “You can stay at my place tonight if you want, and tomorrow once you're a little more levelheaded, I'll take you home.” He lays his hand on mine, giving it a tender squeeze. “Don't worry about it, you’ll get it straightened out tomorrow.”
His eyes draw me in, so big and clear and blue as the ocean. I'm leaning into him, falling freely into his gaze.
“Yeah, you’re right, that sounds good.” His words are soothing, calming me instantly.
The tears subside, my breathing levels, and the alcohol is doing its job. It's pushing me up the hill on the other side of the drop I just hit. I'm going home with a guy, it's exactly what I was looking for all night, although this wasn’t exactly the approach I’d been planning. Who knew a snot covered face and total emotional breakdown might reel one in?
Maybe I will get some tonight. . .2AndersGlancing over at passenger side, the girl is leaning against my arm as we drive back to my cabin. Her jacket is open, and her skirt is riding up her thighs, giving me little peeks of the lace top of her thigh highs.
My eyes keep drifting from the road to the soft skin of her legs and the way her cleavage pops as her chest lifts with every breath. My blood starts to pump hard and my cock is firming.
What the hell am I doing?
I only came down into town from my cabin because my power went out and I ran out of gas for the generator. Normally I can live my life without socializing much in town. Every once in a while I'll make an appearance, catch up on the town gossip and goings on.
Today was one of those days. I ran a few errands to stock up on some essentials, shot the shit with Gerry when I bought some gas for the generator, and ordered a bowl of Candice's gumbo. The plan was enjoy my gumbo, say hello to a few neighbors, and then retreat back home. I’d be good on any socializing for the next few weeks. I didn't intend for my trip to end like this, with a nameless girl, drunk in my front seat, balling her eyes out because she's an emotional drunk.
She is gorgeous though, even with black smudges of make-up running under her swollen red eyes and pink lip gloss that's been wiped across her cheeks. With curly black hair that's pulled back at her bangs, and porcelain skin with rosy red cheeks, she looks like Snow White.
Turning the wheel, my elbow brushes her chest and I can feel the softness of her tit. The cab is small, and I don't have much room to maneuver with this girl squished against me. My dick is thickening as every turn equals a swipe across her tit, and I'm not sure if she's doing this on purpose or if she's just too drunk to notice.
Pulling up the long dirt road to my cabin, the truck bounces and bucks over the dips and holes. Hitting a large dip, the girl's hand jumps into my lap, landing on my cock.
Clearing my throat loudly, I wait for her to pull away, but she doesn't.
“Look—,” I start to say as I pull her hand off my dick. Looking down at her, her head rocks on her shoulders, and her eyes are closed.
She's sleeping. . .
Softly, I place her hand in her lap. Her head falls against my shoulder, but I don't move it. I like having her there, it feels. . . Nice.
Her hair smells like lilacs, and it smells so good I inhale another deep breath. My nose is hovering over her head, and my hands itch to wrap around her shoulder. My cock jerks in my pants as she lets out a little coo under her breath as she exhales.
I want to fuck her right here. My dick hurts, it's painfully pushing against my zipper as my eyes keep drifting to her chest. Her tits look so perfect, so plump and lickable. I could run my tongue all over her body, tasting her, enjoying every inch of her.
