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Hal's sister, Elizabeth, had come over earlier in the day. She and the boys spent some time at the park, and then she had lunch with them. Afterward, they seemed to be very comfortable with her, so I asked her to start right away.
“Oh, pooh! You’re no fun, girl!” Tammy pouted for a second before turning a bright smile to H. “How about you, hunk? Drink?” I turned my head to see Hal sitting in one of the bar stools beside me, but from the frown on Tammy's face, he must have turned her down also.
“How did it go with Elizabeth?” H asked.
“Good. She's great with them.” I replied and took another sip from my ginger ale. I was faintly aware that he was speaking but I couldn't make out the words. Something about his presence made me feel self-conscious. I had no idea why but suddenly my blouse felt too low, and I couldn't resist the urge to look down to see if I'd had an indecent amount of cleavage showing. Granted, I'd worn clothes with less coverage here before. The top seemed fine when I put it on, but now it felt uncomfortable and like my nipples were just barely covered by the thin white low cut blouse.
Discreetly, I tugged up my top in hopes of covering myself a little better. I nodded as he spoke but still barely hearing or processing anything he'd said. Something about Elizabeth, and something about Donnie but I still felt as he spoke his attention was on my breasts even if his gaze wasn’t directed at them. I thought about his smell, our kiss last night, and the way he walked away from a sure lay. When I lifted my glass of ginger ale to my lips, some of it spilled onto my chest.
Oh My God! Really? Why not just pour the rest of it on me and start a wet t-shirt contest right on the bar top. I was mortified because, in my attempt to draw attention away from my chest, I manage to direct all focus right to it. Grabbing my napkin, I dabbed away the sticky spill, feeling very stupid. The first thing out of my mouth…
“Oops.” I said, feeling like an idiot as heat rose to my cheeks, aware that my embarrassment had just become obvious.
H chuckled awkwardly before his attention was pulled to someone shouting over by the pool tables. He mumbled something about needing to see what was going on over there and walked away.
Deciding that I'd spent more than enough time being polite, I said my goodbyes to Tammy and headed through the kitchen which was the way to the back lots were employees parked. I step into the empty corridor and reached for the door handle when I smelled that deliciously familiar scent. I spun around knowing those all consuming eyes would be there waiting. Before I could react, his mouth was on mine.
The kiss was just as good as I remembered. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my breasts against his chest. In my foggy mind, it felt like we were moving backward but I didn’t care to break our connection to look around.
When my back hit something solid, we stopped moving then there was the soft click of a door closing. The place was dark and I could smell lemon scented cleaner which I thought meant we were in the janitor's closet. All alone in the quiet darkness, our kissing intensified. He cupped the back of my head with his hand as he pulled one of my legs up against his side. I wrapped my arms around his neck and raised up on my toes to get closer.
As his hand stroked the outside of my upper thigh, he murmured against my lips. “It took every ounce of strength I had to walk away from you last night.”
He plunged his tongue into my mouth, again and again. I moaned, following his cadence and rubbing myself against his front until I felt the hard erection straining behind his pants.
“I wanted you so badly.” He said against my lips while his hands moved down to rub my warm center through the material of my jeans. As he groaned, I rocked my hips against his fingers trying to work up enough friction. Moving my hand to his huge bulge, I slid my hand up and down the length as best I could in tandem with the movements of his hand rubbing the junction between my thighs. He broke our kiss with a gasp and unzipped my pants, after slipping two fingers inside my panties, he hissed.
“God, Annie. The feel of you is so... ahh.” His voice trailed off as I rocked myself against his hand. “There’s something about you...”
Feeling emboldened by his words, I pulled down his zipper, freed him then gripped his length firmly. I swirled my thumb over the drops of precum on the tip a couple of times before I began pumping him up and down. He continued working me with his fingers, slipping one then two fingers inside of me while rubbing my clit with his thumb. His mouth can down and devoured mine as my throaty moans grew louder and our movements became primal. Our breaths grew shallow with each touch as pleasure built between us. Grinding my hips into his hand faster as he rocked back and forth, driving himself more forcefully into my tight fist.
He released my mouth and rested his forehead against mine so he could look down between us, watching our hands as we pleasured each other. His lips moved to kiss my throat just as I threw my head back, crying out as the beginnings of my orgasm took over. I barely registered his muffled shouts against my neck as his hardness contracted in my fist and spurts of warm wetness drenched my hand with his release.
My first slightly coherent thought, Wow.
Loud laughter on the other side of the door instantly cut through our lust filled haze.
My next fully coherent thought was: What were we doing? Having a quick and dirty encounter in a cleaning closet? This was Hal. Somebody I wanted to mean something to and yet, things were starting out like all the rest.
The word mistake ran repeatedly in my head.
I put my clean hand on his chest and shoved him with more force than I intended because he stumbled just a little still trying to gather his own bearings.
“Sorry, I'm so so sorry.” I murmured, not sure why I was sorry but saying the words all the same. Stepping further away, I wiped my hand with one of the folded towels on the shelf. Wordlessly he tucked in his shirt and fasten his belt in the dim light shining from under the door. The only sound between us was the rustling of our clothes being put back into place. Feeling awkward and very ashamed, I reached for the handle about to pull it open when H gently grabbed my wrist and tugged me back.
“Wait. I--” He began but I interrupted quickly.
“I... I have to go.” I gave my wrist a strong tug and he released his hold.
“I hope he doesn't turn out to be another one of your mistakes.”
Mama's words filled my head and I felt like screaming. For once, just once, I wanted to get something right.
Chapter Thirteen
“Annie? What's the matter?” H asked, stepping up to me. I didn't speak because I didn't know how to answer that question. What was the matter with me?
Before he could say something to make this confusing moment any worse, I swung open the door and stepped into the corridor. The cool rush of air was a welcomed treat to my overheated skin. Walking on slightly wobbly legs, I quickly moved toward the ladies’ room. I’d been picking up pretty good speed until I felt his arm loop around my waist and spin me around to face him. His eyes were the color of warm chocolate and still cloudy with lust as he narrowed them on me. Just as he opened his mouth to speak a high pitched voice called from behind him.
