JUDE
“Foxy, don’t be mad at me,” I answer the phone the next day on the first ring. I’m hoping like hell Ronnie doesn’t change her mind and stay at home after this call. As much as I wanted to stay on the phone with her until she was safely behind her apartment door, I refrained.
Fuck that. I didn’t at all. Instead, I used my hack like I’ve done from the very beginning I realized she meant something to me. The whole time Ronnie drove home and away from me, I watched the screen like a hawk, unable to breathe easily the whole time. The only reason I was able to exhale and stop looking at the screen was because I saw Ronnie park her car. And thankfully, she texted me once she was safely inside her apartment
“Jude, what did you do?” she asks with exasperation. I can hear her moving back and forth in her apartment and hope she doesn’t stop what she’s doing.
“I went to the ticket office.” I take a drag off my cigarette. I’ve never been one to chain smoke, and while I’ve been able to stick to my two-a-day habit for years now, I’m at my max for the day already.
“Please tell me you didn’t buy the tickets. You know I can’t pay you back.” The forlorn tone in her voice tells me that she really would be upset had I gone behind her back.
“Not at all. They had a few of those influencer people back out of the RV area and opt for hotels. Sucks for them, works for you. Only got one issue.”
“What’s the catch? Because there’s always a catch.” Ronnie isn’t wrong, and this could make everything go sideways.
“There are two options: you park in the overnight area, where the price is steep, as in forty dollars a night, the next three nights, which I already know you won’t let me pay. And then there’s one more option.” It’s a hell of a lot more doable.
“So, overnight parking with taxes and fees would be about a hundred and fifty on the high side.” She hums it over, probably weighing her options on if it’s worth it between driving back and forth or not.
“Yeah, kind of steep, if you ask me. Especially since you’ve already paid for day parking, they wouldn’t comp that. Believe me, I tried. They do have a spot in my camping lot, a few rows back, no charge to use that.” She will still be out the daily parking fee and there’s no way they’ll return it. She can try and sell it in one of the many groups on social media, but that’s a topic I’ll leave up to her.
“Oh, so, essentially, all these upgrades are free?”
“Yep, no money coming out of your pocket, and youwon’t have to drive to and from every day.” She pauses in moving around. I assume I’m on speakerphone since she answered the call.
“Okay, well, then, I guess it’s going to take me a bit longer to get out of the house. Plus, I’ll need to pick up extra drinks and food.” I hear her plop down on a piece of furniture, probably the chair she keeps littered with clothes that I noticed during our FaceTime call.
“You tell me what you want, I’ll get it ordered. There’s a big box store right across from the festival. You can pull up, and it’ll be ready. One less thing to worry about.” I packed plenty, but I’m learning a thing or two about Ronnie. She pays her own way. If you pay for one thing, she’s paying for the next, preferring to trade off the expense. A fact that pisses me off. Ronnie works damn hard for her money, her hours are shit, the people can be dicks, and how her brother and father allow her to close at night with neither of them there blows my fucking mind. Then again, she’s the type of woman who will do whatever she wants, when she wants.
“That works. I’ll text you the list as soon as I finish putting outfits together. But I’m paying you back the money for groceries.” I start to grumble about all this money talk, when she finishes, “Or I won’t stay the night, and I’m on the couch. Those are my contingencies.”
“Christ, Foxy, you drive one hell of a bargain. This goes against every ounce of my being, but having you here is better than the alternative.” My knee starts to bounce. The anxious jitters haven’t stopped, not since she left my sight last night. Even in the shower, I propped my phone up on ashelf, washed my body and hair all while ignoring the fact that my cock stood straight up.
“Well, babe, the same could be said for yourself. Anytime I tried to pay for anything yesterday, what did you do?” I had to finally let her take control of buying shit after the look she gave me.
“I’m pleading the Fifth,” I grunt, sitting back on the couch. It’s not comfortable in the least, feels a damn rock, and I’m going to try my hardest to convince Ronnie to take my bed. It doesn’t matter to me either way. I’ll take the couch, she can build a pillow wall between the two of us, or whatever else she wants. As long as she isn’t sleeping on this fucking brick of a piece of furniture.
“You do that,” she teases me with a playful chuckle.
“Oh, I will. Gonna let you get off the phone. Send me the list, finish packing, and get your fine-as-hell ass to me.” Usually during these festivals, I’ll walk around, meet a group of people, shoot the shit, and hang with them. The appeal isn’t there this year, probably due to the fact that my obsession with Ronnie is taking a turn of its own all while becoming uncontrollable.
“Jude.” The sound she uses is reminiscent of the one I heard yesterday when my mouth was on hers, our bodies so close together I could feel the way her nipples hardened while rubbing along my chest. Fuck, the scent of her arousal did nothing to calm my ass down, either. I was on edge all day, but by the time she left, I showered and waited for Ronnie to send me the text.
I left well enough alone, until now.
“Foxy.” I tip my head back, rolling my neck side to side, trying to hold back the urge to use my hand on my dick.
“What were we talking about?” she interrupts my thoughts on how I’ll be taking care of the flesh between my legs.
“You getting your ass to me.” I bite my lip, thinking about the first time I’ll sink my dick inside Ronnie.
“Right, I’ll get on that straight away. And, Jude?” It seems neither of us can keep track of this conversation, not that I’m complaining. I can only hope that she’s feeling like I am right now. She sure was yesterday and well into the night.
“Yeah, Foxy.” Every damn time she says my name, I lose myself. All the more anxious to see what it would be like when I’ve got her naked beneath me.
“I’m really excited to spend the weekend with you.” Her voice is low and sultry, causing a shudder to race down my spine.
“Me fucking, too.” While she’s dressed, moving about her day, I’ve yet to get mine started. I threw on a pair of shorts, a shirt, and slid my feet into a pair of shoes before traipsing my ass down to the ticket booth. It took a lot longer than I thought it would, the sun blazing down on my back and sweat coating my skin. After hoofing it back, I’d only just sat down to cool off when Ronnie called me. I know one thing for sure: once our call is over, I’ll be taking care of my dick, shower, and clean up around here before Ronnie arrives.
