“I’m just having some fun,” I said. “Looking for that blue bra. I’m a little obsessed over it.”
“That’s what this is?” April asked. “All over a blue bra?”
I stuck my hand into the bag again.
I pulled out a black bra. Then a black pair of panties.
Then to be funny I made a vibration noise in my throat and shook the bag.
“I think I found a toy,” I said.
April leaned toward me. “I take the batteries out when I travel.”
Now that shut me up really quick.
I brought my hand out of the bag as I stared at her.
“You want to see the blue bra, Seb?” April whispered.
I didn’t answer.
I just stared.
April propped herself up higher, straightening her back.
Thrusting her chest out toward me.
She then reached down and grabbed the bottom of her hoodie -my hoodie she stole- and lifted it up, then off.
Arching her back a little bit more, her perfect breasts nestled snuggly and comfortably inside a blue bra.
The blue bra.
“You’re wearing it,” I said.
“I am wearing it,” she replied. “This is what you were looking for? Now what, Seb?”
I forgot all about her bag, the white bra and the yellow panties, the black bra and the black panties.
I literally crawled over her bag, squishing it. Anything to get to her body.
My right hand touched her left side.
My lips crashed against her chest.
I growled and curled my tongue against her soft skin.
April let out a playful laugh.
I kissed down her chest and nuzzled my nose against the top of the bra.
Now I hated that bra.
Blocking my way from the taste of her breasts. Her tender, yet tight nipples.
Easily fixed though.
My right hand slid to her back and I twisted the clasp.