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He was right to stop her. She’d been lost in the sauce. Hepped up on horny juice. Olin had been so amazing and receptive that she forgot for a moment how new he was to all the BDSM business. She had also underestimated how serious he was about focusing and learning. And boy, did he learn. Meegan squirmed in her driver’s seat, remembering the way he’d watched her while she touched herself and then how he’d touched her.
He’d asked all the right questions and she was pretty sure she’d answered them to his satisfaction. He’d been honest with her and told her his side of things had come to their logical conclusion a little earlier than expected. She could easily see someone being embarrassed by that, maybe even hiding it. The way he’d let loose, how he’d been so turned on that he came in jeans. It may have been one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen.
Undoing his pants, revealing that the inside of his boxers and that tattoo carved right down the outline of his pelvis was covered in his cum, was enough to get her all revved up again. So was taking him into her mouth. Meegan knew it had been a while since Olin had been with anyone, but she had some questions for him, because that tattoo placement was true slut behavior in action.
By the time she stepped into her place and set down her overnight bag part two, she was wet all over again from thinking about how they’d spent the rest of the night talking and touching each other. Man, she liked him a lot.
Meegan knew he had things to do today. Important businessman things. It was a Monday and he’d mentioned that he had to get Pamela ready to spend the week with him at his dad’s. There was also the matter of the large stain on his leather couch. After she did the little dirty laundry she had and put her clean clothes away, she had almost another eight hours before she headed over to the Song-Kenney’s for TV night. She caved and sent Olin a text with a link to something that might come in handy, a waterproof blanket for “adult use”. She knew he could be busy, but he replied right away.
I’m ordering one for every room in my house and my car right now.
Meegan couldn’t help but appreciate that he had a sense of humor about it. Her laugh was cut real short when he sent the next text, though.
I was thinking about making you come in the kitchen next time. And on the stairs. When my new couch gets here.
That should be easy to clean up.
Of course that’s exactly where Meegan’s mind went. She pictured it easily. Olin with his hand between her legs on the steps or fucking her senseless, bent over the kitchen counter. The ease of it shocked her and then that shitty feeling dropped into the pit of her stomach. She was being silly again, but everything about Olin had been so unexpected. She was convinced something would go wrong. Definitely not ready to fully talk herself out of their potential quite yet, she texted him again.
You need to come over to my place sometime.
It’s not as big as yours, but there are plenty of surfaces to ruin.
She glanced around her over-the-top bedroom. Everything was pink and white. She called it the Champagne Palace, but the last time Xeni had been over, she’d dubbed it Barbie’s Slutty Dreamhouse. She looked down at the ratty boxers and oversized Britney Spears t-shirt she had on and made a quick decision. She dug out one of her favorite slouchy sweaters. It was cream colored, nearly threadbare and her boobs looked so sexy in it without a bra. Then she grabbed a pink pair of panties. The full length scalloped mirror opposite her bed came in handy yet again.
She slid to the floor, resting her elbow on the edge of her low bed. She stopped herself before snapping a picture in the mirror. She tried to think of the last time she’d sent a man a photo. Especially the last time she’d changed her clothes to send a man a photo. She knew her friends would tell her to take the picture and send it. Hell, Keira would probably ask for her own framed copy. Still, she hesitated.
She liked Olin and she wanted him, but she was scared. The sex was, god, the sex was amazing. The cuddling was top tier. She liked how affectionate he was, even when he seemed to be deep in thought. It made her realize how long it had been since she’d been really touched. Not that she hadn’t had friendly offers, not that her friends and family weren’t always in line to get her big, warm hugs. Being touched by Olin was different and definitely notfriendly.It was oh so horny and attentive, and at times Meegan was almost convinced it was possessive, too. Possessive in a way she liked a lot.
Pushing her nerves aside, she snapped a few suggestive pictures. Some with her legs tucked together and one with her knee up and just a hint of the pink fabric of her sheer panties. She was arranging her underwear in the most revealing way ever when another text from Olin popped.
I’d like to come to your place.
Touching you in different locales is now on my bucket list.
Meegan smiled to herself and sent Olin three of the pictures, each more revealing than the last.
Do you want to touch me here?
She buried her face in her blanket and let out the most ridiculous scream. She’d been out of the game for way too long and didn’t know what to do in the texting phase of things. She looked back at her phone, wondering if she should wait to see if he responded or get on with her day. Two seconds later, her phone rang. It was Olin. She giggled, then hit accept.
“Yes?” she teased.
“When can I see you again?” Olin asked quietly.
“Where are you?” A snort ripped out of her as she pictured Olin getting those pictures in the middle of an important meeting.
“I’m at PetSmart. This is a family establishment and now I’m thinking about what I can do on that pink rug.” Olin’s flat, unaffected tone of voice somehow it made the way he said suggestive or filthy things that much better. Like there were no games behind his words. No doubts.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I have waited to send those?”
“Absolutely not. Send me pictures like this all the time. Whenever you like.”
“I’ll think about it. So, you want to see me again?”
“Uh, yeah. If I didn’t have to see my stupid brothers and our dad who insists on cooking for us and spending time with us?—”
“Your dad is cooking?” Meegan said, a smile in her voice.
