scream out my name as I made her come. Then feeling her liquid heat coat my cock in her sweet juices.
What I wouldn’t do to shove my face between her thighs and munch on her pussy like a starving man. No one’s ever saw that part of her before and I couldn’t wait to see how she would react when I got to suck her pretty, little clit in my mouth, push into her pussy with my tongue until she came on my tongue. I knew I could get drunk on her taste. I wouldn’t stop until she couldn’t take it anymore then I’d fuck her hard until I busted my load straight up into her.
It didn’t take me long, pulling and jerking on my dick with hard strokes before I was shooting thick, hot, jets of cum to the wall.
Sweet mother of God.
And she wanted to be just friends? Fuck my life. I washed my body and got out of the shower.
I dried off, threw the towel in the hamper and went to bed. I didn’t sleep with anything on. I got comfortable and started thinking.
Thinking about not talking to Scarlet? Not seeing her? Thoughts like that made my heart clench tight with an uncomfortable feeling. It literally hurt. That thought of never being around her. I rubbed at my chest, just over my heart. She was right, I barely knew her. I wanted to know more. Of course I wanted in her pants, what guy wouldn’t? She’s like a short, stick of dynamite, but I wouldn’t treat her as if once I had her, I’d move on. I knew once would never be enough. The thought about moving on made me feel seriously unhappy.
How could I feel so strongly about this girl after only seeing her twice?
I felt propelled in her direction. It was like she was the light in a seriously dark fucking tunnel. Not that I didn’t like the dark. It was actually pretty fucking good there. I was a solitary guy, got what I wanted, when I wanted it. Yet, what I wanted right now, was refused to me.
I’m done thinking about this. Tomorrow Danny had those stupid try-outs for a new dancer. Some poor sucker was going to have to be desperate to work there. Danny said she already had a line of fifteen girls signed up. She wanted me there to look at them. I planned on staying an hour, and that was it. I hated watching the girls dance. I made it a rule to never get with SnS girls. That’s why I worked only Monday through Friday, during the day. I knew the weekends were packed and made the most money. I only went there during working hours and weekends if I absolutely had to. God knows if I worked from home, that’s the only place I’d be. I’d never leave.
That’s why I opted to work the books there during the morning and sometimes after hours. I guess what you could really call me besides the accountant was a manager of types. I did all the inventory, ordered whatever equipment Danny needed replaced or whatever. The bar was handled by our top bartender, Chris. I did the inventory and he told me what we needed and so on.
I really hoped tomorrow was not going to be a disaster. Maybe Scarlet will go out to a movie with me. That would de-stress me. Yeah. I’ll give her a call tomorrow, see if she wanted to hang.
See? I could do this friend shit. I’d be a damn good friend.
Before shutting my eyes, I thought, I’d be the bestest damn friend she’d ever have, until she wanted more, that’ll have to be enough.
⟡
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Danny. This girl has two left fucking feet.”
Did I say that out loud and loud enough for the girl auditioning to hear? Yes. Insensitive? Probably. Did I care? Not really. I might not care about what happens during working hours, but the last few girls who danced were not cut out for the dancing routines I knew Danny would put them through.
“Dax, that’s number seven. Do you want to do the hiring?” Said Sebastian, mom’s right hand man.
I grew up knowing him. He’s been mother’s best friend since high school. They separated ways when he went to get a degree in fashion and she got with Mike, but reconnected
What I wouldn’t do to shove my face between her thighs and munch on her pussy like a starving man. No one’s ever saw that part of her before and I couldn’t wait to see how she would react when I got to suck her pretty, little clit in my mouth, push into her pussy with my tongue until she came on my tongue. I knew I could get drunk on her taste. I wouldn’t stop until she couldn’t take it anymore then I’d fuck her hard until I busted my load straight up into her.
It didn’t take me long, pulling and jerking on my dick with hard strokes before I was shooting thick, hot, jets of cum to the wall.
Sweet mother of God.
And she wanted to be just friends? Fuck my life. I washed my body and got out of the shower.
I dried off, threw the towel in the hamper and went to bed. I didn’t sleep with anything on. I got comfortable and started thinking.
Thinking about not talking to Scarlet? Not seeing her? Thoughts like that made my heart clench tight with an uncomfortable feeling. It literally hurt. That thought of never being around her. I rubbed at my chest, just over my heart. She was right, I barely knew her. I wanted to know more. Of course I wanted in her pants, what guy wouldn’t? She’s like a short, stick of dynamite, but I wouldn’t treat her as if once I had her, I’d move on. I knew once would never be enough. The thought about moving on made me feel seriously unhappy.
How could I feel so strongly about this girl after only seeing her twice?
I felt propelled in her direction. It was like she was the light in a seriously dark fucking tunnel. Not that I didn’t like the dark. It was actually pretty fucking good there. I was a solitary guy, got what I wanted, when I wanted it. Yet, what I wanted right now, was refused to me.
I’m done thinking about this. Tomorrow Danny had those stupid try-outs for a new dancer. Some poor sucker was going to have to be desperate to work there. Danny said she already had a line of fifteen girls signed up. She wanted me there to look at them. I planned on staying an hour, and that was it. I hated watching the girls dance. I made it a rule to never get with SnS girls. That’s why I worked only Monday through Friday, during the day. I knew the weekends were packed and made the most money. I only went there during working hours and weekends if I absolutely had to. God knows if I worked from home, that’s the only place I’d be. I’d never leave.
That’s why I opted to work the books there during the morning and sometimes after hours. I guess what you could really call me besides the accountant was a manager of types. I did all the inventory, ordered whatever equipment Danny needed replaced or whatever. The bar was handled by our top bartender, Chris. I did the inventory and he told me what we needed and so on.
I really hoped tomorrow was not going to be a disaster. Maybe Scarlet will go out to a movie with me. That would de-stress me. Yeah. I’ll give her a call tomorrow, see if she wanted to hang.
See? I could do this friend shit. I’d be a damn good friend.
Before shutting my eyes, I thought, I’d be the bestest damn friend she’d ever have, until she wanted more, that’ll have to be enough.
⟡
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Danny. This girl has two left fucking feet.”
Did I say that out loud and loud enough for the girl auditioning to hear? Yes. Insensitive? Probably. Did I care? Not really. I might not care about what happens during working hours, but the last few girls who danced were not cut out for the dancing routines I knew Danny would put them through.
“Dax, that’s number seven. Do you want to do the hiring?” Said Sebastian, mom’s right hand man.
I grew up knowing him. He’s been mother’s best friend since high school. They separated ways when he went to get a degree in fashion and she got with Mike, but reconnected
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