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Because college is fine and all, but it’s not for me. I’m not into books or classes, I’m into working with my hands, making things, looking back on something I created with a sense of pride and accomplishment. So yeah, I’m grateful to Brent for hooking me up with the union, it’s a perfect fit with where I see my life going. And I know I’m lucky that Brent stopped by my tent that first day to make conversation.
But I’m a lost boy no more, I’m a man, hard, muscled, on a solid path with the prospect of a steady paycheck, and needs. And god, but those needs were driving me crazy now. The entire day I thought of nothing but Katy at school, how I planned on getting her naked, those big boobies bouncing, those wide hips so sensuous and curvy, parting the thickness until her pink cunt was revealed. And fuck, the things that I was going to do to that pussy … fuck, I had a slight hard-on just thinking about it and it was only sixth period.
So I forced myself to get back to woodshop, to focus on my cabinets. Most of the other kids were crafting boxes, planters, things for beginners that didn’t take much more than two pieces of wood slapped together. But I love true artistry, so I was building cabinets that we could install in the mobile home complete with raised panel doors, custom handles, and beveled glass to show-off fancy dishware. Shit, we didn’t have the crystal vases and dainty porcelain yet, but I was waiting for the day when we’d have enough to buy it all for Katy, treat my best girl to the finest things in life, give her everything she deserved.
Hands busy, I focused on the project in front of me, scrutinizing my work closely, glazing the wood with a deep oak varnish, classy yet utilitarian at once, something you might see in a decorator’s magazine. But once the bell rang, I ripped off my mask and put down the spray can, bolting to the door. Because it was time. Hell yeah, it was time to make Katy mine and I could hardly wait, dick stiff, eyes on fire as I drove like a wild man all the way home, tearing around corners, rubber squealing as the pedal hit the metal.
And whaddya know, she wasn’t back yet so I cleaned up a little, putting a couple dishes away, making my bed, picking up dirty laundry on the ground in my room. I’m not a slob but I’m not neat either and I wanted my first time with my best girl to be special, even if it was nothing more than having a tidy place to relax, to feel comfortable. And when the front door opened, my beautiful brunette stepping inside, things were ready.
“Hi,” Katy said breathlessly, turning to look at me with a smile, her pink lips so tantalizing, so gorgeous.
My dick turned to iron. How the fuck did this happen? The girl hadn’t said anything more than “hi,” yet I was on my knees already, ready to do her bidding, give her the moon, jump as high as she wanted. Struggling to stay in control, I shot her a deceptively easy smile.
“Hey yourself,” I rumbled, leaning a hip against the kitchenette, crossing my arms over my chest. The movement made my t-shirt pull across my broad chest, muscled arms bulging as they folded, strong, assertive, and masculine. And Katy’s indrawn breath, the way her breasts rose, pupils dilating told me everything I needed to know. The brunette wanted me as badly as I wanted her, and more than that, she was already hot, mere seconds into seeing me, her body preparing itself to harbor a man, taste a man’s dick, nestle him deep in her folds.
There was no point in beating around the bush.
“Good to go, baby girl?” I rumbled, arching an eyebrow at her.
She flushed because there was no mistaking what I was asking. I wasn’t getting ready to eat a snack or talk about our days, I was inviting her to get naked and explore each other’s bodies. I half-expected her to dawdle, to make some excuse, but instead the brunette took a deep breath, those huge tits lifting, and looked me straight in the eye.
“Your room or mine?” she asked, her tone direct even though her body was soft, wobbly, inviting.
And I chuckled deep in my chest.
“Mine, baby girl,” I rumbled. “Let’s do it in mine because I have a reinforced bed frame … which is perfect for what I want to do to you.”
She gasped immediately, cheeks growing even more heated, the flush spreading down to her chest, nips poking at me like rocks through her t-shirt. Oh god, what was it with girls’ t-shirts? Men’s t-shirts are often loose and have an actual “T” shape but the women’s cut she wore hugged every curve, the fabric stretched tight over her breasts, nipples jutting out proudly, emphasizing that tiny waist. Fuck, even the sight of my girl in a t-shirt was enough to blow the top of my head off, make me salivate and thrum like a sports car ready to race.
