“Yes. Why?”
“You packed all that kinky stuff for a girlfriend?”
She picks up a long, white, silky negligée. “This was the bag I was taking on my honeymoon. I never got the chance to repackit.” She lays the garment over her arm. “Where’s the bathroom so I can change?”
Holy fuck! She’s wearing that? Tonight? While my dick is getting harder by the second? Oh hell no. “As you can see, the cabin is only one room. It doesn’t have a bathroom. There’s only an outhouse.”
Her lip curls. “An outhouse? Likeoutside?”
“That’s where you find them.”
She hugs her arms around her waist and glances out the window. Without a flashlight she won’t be able to see two feet in front of her if she goes out there. “I guess I’ll have to get changed here.”
“You’re not wearing that, are you?” I point to the negligée on her arm.
“I have nothing else.”
“I have a t-shirt you can use…you know, so you’re more comfortable.” And to cover up as much of her body as possible.
“That would be great. Thanks.”
At the dresser, I take out the first t-shirt I find and hand it to her. She looks at me and doesn’t move. “Is there something else you need?” I ask.
“Can you turn around please?”
“Sure.” I turn. The rustling sounds of her removing her clothes has me itching to take a peek.
After a moment, she says, “I’m decent. You can turn around.”
When I do, my tongue gets stuck to the roof of my mouth. She is anything but decent. I thought seeing her in a t-shirt would be better than the sexy negligée. Man was I wrong. There’s nothing sexier than a woman wearing a man’s t-shirt. Why didn’t I remember that? The neck of the white top slips off her shoulder, exposing her creamy skin. The hem falls mid-thigh, showing off a decent amount of leg. Holy shit! I can’t drag my eyes away from her.
She adjusts the neck of the top so it covers her shoulder. “Thanks for this.”
I clear my throat. “No problem.”
Pointing to the recliner, she says, “I should get some sleep. Do you have a blanket?”
I nod toward the small closet in the corner of the room. “You’ll find them in there.”
She gives the closet a dubious glance. “Nothing furry and creepy is going to jump out at me, right?”
“Last I checked it was safe.”
As Penelope walks to the closet, I get the back view of her in my t-shirt and my gaze lands on her ass. The fabric rises with each step she takes, threatening to expose what panties she’s wearing. It makes me want to tell her to forget the recliner and join me in my bed so I can take it off her and explore her body.
This isPenelope Aldin. Why am I thinking of her this way? It’s the last thing I want to do.
Except once there was a time I did.
Then everything turned to shit. Instantly, my dick deflates. My back stiffens. I move away and get into bed. Turning my back toward her, I flick off the light. Let her manage to get back to the recliner in the dark.
There’s a bump and a hiss like she’s hit something. Then a moment of silence before she says, “Goodnight.”
I don’t answer. If she hadn’t gotten me expelled from high school, my life would have taken a different route. I wouldn’t have fucked around for months with no purpose.
I wouldn’t have called Garrett one drunken night.
And Garrett would still be alive.
