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No, this woman is far from old. She's barefoot and wearing a pair of denim shorts that are just an inch or two longer than Daisy Dukes.
Okay, that's it. No more old TV shows for me.
But damn. Those shorts are hot.
"Can I help you?" she asks. She's shifting from foot to foot and holding her long section of hair in one hand while she strokes it with the other.
"Oh, yeah," I say, trying not to stare at her legs.
"I'm Caleb," I tip my hat. "I'm just stopping by to see if you need anything."
"Oh, Caleb," she says and she looks relieved. "Yes, I was told you'd be checking in on me. Thanks."
I'm about to explain that I'm not the actual Caleb she was expecting when I take a step back and that weak spot in the porch gives way. I catch my heel and go tumbling onto my ass and all thoughts of Caleb one and Caleb two go out of my head as I make a complete fool of myself in front of the prettiest girl I've seen in a long, long time.
"Oh, my God. Are you okay?" She rushes toward me, her weird hair flapping as she moves, but she catches her foot on the same spot and lands on top of me.
Holy shit.
She lies the length of me and my hands automatically come up around her. We're face to face with her spiky hair sticking up and blocking my view while the long bit on the side gets stuck between us and she winces when she moves her head.
I suppose I ought to let go of her, but damn. I don't want to. She feels good against me and up close like this I can see the golden flecks in the brown irises of her eyes. Her pink lips fall open slightly and she runs her tongue over them. I stare. I know I shouldn't, but I'm a red-blooded man and she's all woman.
Those sexy legs of hers are tangled in mine and when I raise my head and look down the length of her back, her Daisy Dukes have ridden up, exposing the bottom curve of her ass cheeks.
Jesus. How am I supposed to not stare at that?
My cock responds. I feel it firming up in my jeans and panic surges through me at how completely inappropriate it is for me to get a hard-on like this, so I roll us over a bit and then I try to stand up but she screams and I stop mid-way up in a crouch.
The weird long bit of her hair is caught in one of my shirt buttons so we're tethered together with about four inches between us.
And the shirt button is the one right above my belt buckle.
Basically, I'm kneeling over her and her head is in my crotch.
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ALEX
Crappity crap.
First, I open my door to find the sexiest cowboy I've ever seen. Hell, sexiest man, with or without the hat and boots and tight fitting jeans, standing on my porch.
Of course this happens when I've got my hair into some weird side mullet but I forgeot all about that when he tipped his hat and said hello. It’s like something out of an old John Wayne movie.
He was polite about my weird hair, so I give him credit for that. He's much cooler than me because right now I'm staring directly at his denim-clad cock and I'm pretty sure it's getting hard.
And I'm getting wet.
I'll be damned. I thought for sure that function had been deactivated on my body.
But my interest is definitely piqued.
"I'm so sorry," I say, though my words are muffled since I'm attached to his shirt, staring at his crotch and my ear is sort of resting on his belly button. I never knew that ears were so sensitive, but there's no doubt this guy's got a flat stomach with a little nub of a belly button that's just perfect for licking.
What?
Oh God. I hope I didn't say that out loud.
