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JAY
It was Friday afternoon, and I couldn’t believe how excited I was.
Dream had been all I could think about ? the last thing on my mind before I’d gone to bed, the first image to appear when I’d woken up that morning. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had captured my attention in such a way – if ever.
As I drove my black F250 through downtown Charmed Bay on my way to Clarissa’s place, I did all I could to keep my excitement in check.
Stay focused, dumbass, I told myself. The whole point of this evening is to do her a solid to make up for what happened the other night. You show up sporting a hard-on and trying to get your hands down her pants that’ll just make things worse than they already are. Keep it together.
My pep talk worked – kind of. My focus was back on the evening, but damn if I wasn’t still thinking about her, thinking about all I wanted to do to her and that tight, perfect little body of hers.
I imagined slipping my hands down her pants, moving under the waistband of her panties, spreading her lips and entering her with my fingers. I envisioned watching her eyes close and her mouth open in quiet pleasure, her back arching as I moved in and out of her. And I imagined feeling her pussy clench around my fingers, her gorgeous face tightening in an expression of silent ecstasy as I brought her to orgasm.
Beeeeeep!
I came back to it, looking around and realizing that I was at a green light at the biggest intersection downtown. A row of cars was behind me, and when I figured out that it was me and my daydreaming holding up the show, I quickly stuck my hand out the window and waved in an apologetic way toward the cars behind me before pressing the gas and driving on.
The other drivers quickly passed me, shooting the daggers in my direction that I knew I deserved.
It wasn’t a good sign. I wasn’t even with Dream, yet I was already fantasizing about what I wanted to do to her. If there was one thing I’d learned in the service, it was discipline. I focused as I drove, using the old trick of paying attention to what was directly in front of me and nothing else.
It worked. That is, until I pulled up to Clarissa’s place and the door opened. Dream stepped out with a big, inviting smile on her face.
Damn, did she look good dressed in a pale blue maxi skirt and tight-fitting sweater that hugged her slim body in all the right places. Her hair was pulled back in its usual ponytail, and her eyes sparkled even from that distance. She was dressed modestly, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about hiking up that skirt, pulling off her panties, and having her spread her legs over my cock.
“Hey!” she shouted as I pulled the truck to a halt. “Good to see you!”
I hopped out of the truck, and she didn’t waste any time hurrying over and throwing her arms around me. Having her body pressed against mine reminded me of the other night, when my hands had been all over her, grabbing Dream’s thigh and squeezing the ripe, warm skin.
“Same to you, kid,” I said. I looked her up and down. “Happy to have brought the truck, but it doesn’t look like you’ve got much to carry.”
She flashed me a wry smile. “It’s all inside. Don’t worry – nothing crazy.”
I chuckled, trying to ignore the incredible sexual tension between us.
“Where’s Clarissa?” I asked.
“At work, slinging espressos and all that good stuff.”
That meant she was alone. Part of me wanted to say, “forget the farmer’s market,” scoop her off the ground, and take her inside for the screwing of a lifetime.
“Here,” she said, nodding toward the door. “Let me show you where it all is.”
I nodded, clearing my throat as we stepped inside the apartment. The place was small but open, the living room and kitchen in the same single room, separated by a bar. The floor-to-ceiling back door gave a really nice view of the ocean in the distance.
“Nice digs,” I said.
“Yeah, not too shabby. But they’re temporary. You are in my room, after all.”
“Huh?”
I wasn’t sure what she meant at first. With a smile on her face, Dream tilted her head toward the bigger of the two couches, which was draped with several sets of her clothes over the back, blankets folded at one end, and several pairs of shoes gathered on the floor in front of it.
“Ah,” I said, getting it. “Well, I’m sure you’ll have your own digs before too long.”
“I hope so. I love living with Clarissa – don’t get me wrong. But she enjoys the company of men, if you get my drift. And she’s not shy about expressing it.” Another head tilt, this time toward the open bedroom door. “Makes it hard to sleep, you know?”
I chuckled. It was funny but Dream even talking about sex was enough to make me half-hard. I needed to get out of there, and fast. Otherwise, I risked giving in to what I wanted.
