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I don’t know what we have in there. Doesn’t matter, you need a punch for the girls that don’t drink beer.
It’s a party rule.
“Umm you have orange, a little bit of apple, and fruit punch that says ‘Greg’s Do Not Drink.’ Which would you like?” She asks, holding out the orange and apple juices.
“Oh, we’re definitely using the fruit punch.” I use all three and leave a drop of the fruit punch in the container and put it back in the fridge.
I even used all of Luca’s seltzer to make it bubbly.
“It’s adorable you’re sticking your tongue out while you concentrate,” Cora comments, making me lose focus.
I hate when girls call me cute or adorable.
“Hot? Yes. Sexy? Fuck yes. Cute or adorable? Babe, that’s not me.” I say with another wink.
I shouldn’t be flirting, but I can’t help it.
Cora smirks and stands up against me, pushing her large chest into me.
“Don’t call me Babe.” She warns as she reaches down and grabs my balls tight.
Yup. We’re definitely on the same page.
“We have to travel in the morning for a game.” She lets go of my junk and heads out of the kitchen. “Too bad we can’t have too much fun tonight.”
She walks out to the back where the other girls from her team are.
Man, she is a beast. In the bedroom and on the ice, but I’m glad she’s leaving early.
Tonight, I want passion with the sensational Lenny. It’s all I can think about since I saw her Thursday night. The way she was so obsessed that her sign was crooked. And the way she was failing at fighting back a soft moan while I massaged her shoulders.
She has passion in everything she does. Whether she’s hanging a sign, chewing me out for making a bad comment about her sorority, or riding my cock.
I want more of that tonight.
I want real passion.
I’ll get more of the kinky stuff from Cora another time.
Everyone else starts filling in at eight forty-five. The real party start time. I keep glancing at the door waiting for Lenny to walk in.
Nope, just another brunette nobody.
I find myself imagining what she looks like all dressed up, but can’t picture it. In my head, she’ll show up in her gym tank and bicycle shorts that she wore the first night we met.
I really need to get this girl out of my system. She’s consuming my thoughts way too much.
I’m trying to stay sober until she gets here, but it’s already after nine-thirty. The guys are pressuring me to play flip cup, knowing I have the quickest hands.
I pour my second cup when Cora finds me in the kitchen again.
She’s a few drinks in and extra flirty.
“Have you been avoiding me?” She squints at me, cornering me against the cabinets.
Yes.
“Now why would I do that?” I flirt back.
