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Danny
Breakfastdidnotgo at all how I planned. However, I should’ve expected with a town this small that something like this would’ve happened. I guess I should’ve been better prepared, perhaps choosing to dine outside of the town’s limits, but I couldn’t think of anything other than to see her again.
All I wanted to do was spend more time getting to know the beautiful brunette who had stumbled into the precinct, and spent the night running around in my mind. Was that really too much to ask?
In this town, apparently it was.
Instead, I spent breakfast listening to her tell the town busybodies—Elena and Stella—all about herself. When Elena and Stella invited themselves to join us during our meal, after the rest of the town returned to their tables. It ended up working out in my favor even though I wanted her all to myself. They asked all the intrusive questions I wanted to know but I never would have asked because my mother would have skinned me alive for asking any woman those types of questions.
I learned that Jenni was twenty years old, and with her birthday at the beginning of December, that made her a Sagittarius. She came from a small town like ours, further up in Maine, called Ochinwa, a town that I’ve never heard of. The small town was very religious, and she had been brought up very sheltered, with strict thoughts on right and wrong. I listened as she explained to Stella how she had only started questioning those beliefs this past year, when her best friend Becca had gotten pregnant with one of the players on the team. I remembered them both from last night, and found it hard to imagine what Jenni and her friend Becca had gone through meeting the members of the famous hockey team after the way they had been raised.
I had played hockey since I was a kid, never at their level, but I still enjoyed a good beer league game on a Friday night. The Mooseheads were just as famous for their time on the ice as for the time they spent off it. I had assumed they would be a bunch of stuck-up elite college assholes, but the kids I had met last night were anything but, in fact, they reminded me a lot of the guys I played with. So maybe the rumors weren’t all that true. Jenni didn’t seem like the kind of girl who would hang out with people like that.
I had also learned that Jenni was into art and design. She’ll be graduating next May with a bachelor degree in interior design, drawing, and computer-aided design. Then she’ll be doing her internship this summer with a well-known—not to me—designer. She also runs a side business painting designs on people’s walls or business windows. At one point, Jenni even pulled out her phone, and showed us some of her work. She was a damn good artist.
Breakfast went on for over an hour, and I could barely get a word in edgewise, but to be honest, it only intrigued me more. She seemed to have no problem chatting with the people I considered my friends and family, which turned out to be a good thing when I caught Amy glancing over and then discreetly sending a text when she thought I wasn’t looking.
I felt the buzz in my pocket and shook my head with a groan, knowing the Lighthouse Alarm had officially been sounded.
The Lighthouse Alarm was a text chain that was meant to announce emergencies, or ask for assistance, an evolved measure from the old phone chain of yesteryears. However, I learned when I turned twenty-one and got involuntarily added to the chain, that it served more as a way of spreading gossip as quickly as possible. And apparently me being here with a breakfast date was the hot new gossip.
“What’s wrong?” Stella asks.
“Nothing. Just a text that I got.” I say, giving her a pointed look.
“Oh, oops, forgot you were in that group now.” Amy shrugs as she walks by carrying someone’s order.
“Right.” I mumble under my breath, before turning to Jenni and saying, “There’s about to be a lunch rush, you just about done? Maybe we can take a walk, if you don’t have other plans.”
“Sounds great,” she says as she pushes her chair back and says goodbye to our breakfast companions.
I drop some cash on the table, shoot them all one last glare, and place my hand on her lower back to lead her out before the rush of busybodies from the Lighthouse Alarm come running in.
“Hey, Danny!” My friend Dylan shouts after us from up the block.
“Just ignore him and keep going.” I tell Jenni as I push us a little faster.
“I feel like I’m missing something.” She says, though she keeps up pace.
“You are, this town is a little, um… intrusive? We probably should have gone back to my place, at least we would have privacy for a little while.”
“I understand intrusive, I lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone’s business, and gossip was a currency.”
“Then you get it. It’s a lot for some people. Hell… it’s a lot for me and I grew up with it. But they all mean well. They don’t do it maliciously, so that helps… I guess.”
She laughs and the sound seems to have a direct line to my cock, which starts hardening. I try to adjust without her seeing but she turns at the last moment and catches me in the act. Her cheeks pink up quickly, and my mind takes off at all the dirty things I want to do to her and see if I can make her blush spread.
“Sorry, being around you does things to me. I’m hoping being around me does the same to you.” I tell her, and just like I expect her face flushes even more.
“I’m a virgin.” She blurts out awkwardly.
“Well, based on the way you blush every time I say anything even remotely sex-related, I assumed as much.”
“Does that bother you?” she asks timidly.
“Uh… no? Why would it?”
“I don’t know, some guys get bothered by me not having experience.”
