“I don’t date often, but the ones I have were… from our neighborhood.”
“You mean Mexican?” I decided to just say what she was trying to avoid.
“No! I mean, yes, some, most.”
“I get it. I’ll admit I don’t get out much. I hardly ever came to your side of town before last week. But I’m glad I get to now.”
“Really?”
“I am. Most of the girls I’ve dated were all the same.”
“Which means?”
“The name means more than the person.” My face darkened, despite my desire to stay upbeat and enjoy the day with Scout, anger was creeping its way in. I reached for the stereo and turned it up. Soon, we pulled up to the restaurant, and I helped her out of the car. We went inside and were greeted by a hostess in a cocktail dress. She looked at us and frowned.
“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any tables.”
“I have a standing reservation with Andre.”
“He’s not here right now, Desiderio.” Her voice was cold as she looked from me to Scout. “And there’s a dress code.”
“I don’t give a fuck about a dress code. I’ve come in before like this.”
“Yes, but she hasn’t. You know, now that I think about it.” She paused to tap her chin. “I have seen you in here, haven’t I?” The look in her eyes was like a douse of water on me. I didn’t know her, but she knew me.
And she knew Aleida.
“Let’s go, Desi. This is embarrassing.” Scout tugged on my jacket.
“Yeah, let’s go.” I made a mental note of the hostess’s appearance so I could call Andre later and ask that his hostess shut her fucking mouth. “Actually, a burger sounds good.”
“And a beer?” Scout perked up. She was almost bouncing with happiness as we walked to the car.
“Beer sounds even better.” I peeled out of the lot.
“I used to work at this place when I was a teenager. I used to get in trouble all the time for eating pickles out of the bin.” She giggled.
“I can’t wait to try it.” The place was one where you parked and people on skates came to take your order. We got our food fairly quickly.
“Okay, now, beer run,” she directed.
I drove us to a liquor store, and she insisted on going in. “You paid for the food. I’ll get this.” She came out with two six-packs and then we ended up at the park by her house, eating burgers and drinking beer while sitting on the table. We talked, laughed, ate and drank. Eventually, we were pretty buzzed, and stumbling out of the park.
“By the time I get you home and then walk back to my car, I’ll be good to drive,” I assured her. She paused by the car and suddenly we were kissing. One kiss turned into a second one, and our tongues entwined. We found ourselves in the backseat of my car. She straddled my lap, our mouths pressed together, while I explored her skin. She was so soft…
My hands roamed over her body, and I slipped under her bra and pinched her nipples. The groan that escaped her lips caused my cock to twitch, begging to be let out. All that stood between us was my jeans and her thin panties.
“Oh Desi,” she groaned as I began to kiss and suck on her neck, moving down.
“Yeah?” I answered, as one of my hands abandoned her tit to slide under her skirt again. I pet her panties and found them damp.
Jesus Christ.
I slid them to the side and found her pussy smooth and freshly shaved. I was going to come without even being inside her. My fingers spread her lips apart, and I swirled her arousal around. She was drenched.
I had done that to her.
She wanted me.
