smile and drops to his knees with a twitching tongue.
“Such a good student, Johnny…”
“Oh, Ms. Hawthorne…” He kisses my inner thigh, targeting the cluster of freckles as he always does. “I’m just getting started.”
Chapter 17
John
There are plenty of options for private dates with Rose Hawthorne. A swanky hotel upstate. A nice B&B in the next town over. But neither of those are as impressive as taking a girl for a ride in the legendary Junior-mobile.
Sure, it’s not much to look at on the outside. Just a crappy mini-van; something Junior picked up cheap at some used car lot but stripping the backseats out and putting in a mattress was a stroke of pure genius. Everyone on campus knew what it was, who owned it, and, naturally, not to come knocking if they ever saw it rocking.
Then, Junior met Eliza and officially passed it on to his former roommate, Ty Fisher.
I park on the street outside of Ty and Grant’s place, casually eying the van sitting in the driveway as I climb the porch to knock on the door.
The door opens and Ty smiles at me. “Hey, John. What’s up?”
“I need to borrow your sex van.”
He tilts his head. “My what ?”
“The Junior-mobile. ” I point at it over my shoulder. “Let me borrow it. You can use my car.”
“Tonight?”
“Yeah, tonight.”
“For what?”
I blink. “It’s a sex van.”
“Fair enough,” he shrugs.
Grant struts into the entryway, drawn towards our voices. “Oh, hello there, Johnny,” he says, joining Ty in the doorway. “What brings you here on this glorious Sunday afternoon?”
Ty smirks. “He wants to borrow the van.”
I cringe as Grant’s eyes grow wide like a toddler trapped in a room with a giant cake.
“Who’s the lucky lady?” he asks me.
“I can’t say,” I answer.
“You don’t know?” Ty asks.
“No, I do… It’s just a secret.”
They both squint at each other before their lips curl.
I shake my head. “It’s not a guy.”
“Uh-huh…” Ty hums.
Grant nudges his ribs. “Now, now. Let’s cut Johnny some slack. He’s having an identity crisis .”
“I’m not—” I drop it. “May I please borrow the van?”
Ty reaches for the hook by the door and slips the keys free. “The rules are simple. Fill up the tank and clean the sheets before returning it.”
“Thank you.”
He nods, flashing a wink at me as he drops the keys into my open palm and I hand my keys to him in exchange. “Be safe , Johnny.”
“Yeah,” Grant adds. “ Arrive alive.”
I glance between the two of them before taking a step back and retreating off the porch.
***
“Hey, Jo—”
Rose stops mid-name and her brow crooks upward as she sees the black blindfold in my hands.
“I’m gonna need you to put this on,” I tell her, standing in her hallway.
“Why?”
“It’s all part of the surprise.”
She glares at me with amused curiosity hiding behind her thick eyelashes. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” I laugh. “Don’t you trust me?”
She says nothing.
“Don’t answer that.” I look her up and down, admiring her outfit, and I suddenly realize that I’ve never actually seen her in jeans before. “You look nice,” I say.
“Thank you,” she says, stepping backward into her apartment. She reaches into her closet for a jacket. “I figured casual meant I could hang up the skirts for the night.”
I nod, watching the light dance on her face. Casual must also mean a slightly darker shade of lipstick. Not that I’m complaining.
She stops in front of me and eyes the blindfold again. “Okay… do I need to put it on now or…?”
“Now.” I step behind her and place it over her eyes, tying it off so it’s snug but still soft. “You won’t have to wear it for very long. Can you see anything?”
“No,” she answers.
I wave my hand in front of her face. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. You are going to help me down the stairs, right?” she chuckles.
I walk back around to face her.
“Such a good student, Johnny…”
“Oh, Ms. Hawthorne…” He kisses my inner thigh, targeting the cluster of freckles as he always does. “I’m just getting started.”
Chapter 17
John
There are plenty of options for private dates with Rose Hawthorne. A swanky hotel upstate. A nice B&B in the next town over. But neither of those are as impressive as taking a girl for a ride in the legendary Junior-mobile.
Sure, it’s not much to look at on the outside. Just a crappy mini-van; something Junior picked up cheap at some used car lot but stripping the backseats out and putting in a mattress was a stroke of pure genius. Everyone on campus knew what it was, who owned it, and, naturally, not to come knocking if they ever saw it rocking.
Then, Junior met Eliza and officially passed it on to his former roommate, Ty Fisher.
I park on the street outside of Ty and Grant’s place, casually eying the van sitting in the driveway as I climb the porch to knock on the door.
The door opens and Ty smiles at me. “Hey, John. What’s up?”
“I need to borrow your sex van.”
He tilts his head. “My what ?”
“The Junior-mobile. ” I point at it over my shoulder. “Let me borrow it. You can use my car.”
“Tonight?”
“Yeah, tonight.”
“For what?”
I blink. “It’s a sex van.”
“Fair enough,” he shrugs.
Grant struts into the entryway, drawn towards our voices. “Oh, hello there, Johnny,” he says, joining Ty in the doorway. “What brings you here on this glorious Sunday afternoon?”
Ty smirks. “He wants to borrow the van.”
I cringe as Grant’s eyes grow wide like a toddler trapped in a room with a giant cake.
“Who’s the lucky lady?” he asks me.
“I can’t say,” I answer.
“You don’t know?” Ty asks.
“No, I do… It’s just a secret.”
They both squint at each other before their lips curl.
I shake my head. “It’s not a guy.”
“Uh-huh…” Ty hums.
Grant nudges his ribs. “Now, now. Let’s cut Johnny some slack. He’s having an identity crisis .”
“I’m not—” I drop it. “May I please borrow the van?”
Ty reaches for the hook by the door and slips the keys free. “The rules are simple. Fill up the tank and clean the sheets before returning it.”
“Thank you.”
He nods, flashing a wink at me as he drops the keys into my open palm and I hand my keys to him in exchange. “Be safe , Johnny.”
“Yeah,” Grant adds. “ Arrive alive.”
I glance between the two of them before taking a step back and retreating off the porch.
***
“Hey, Jo—”
Rose stops mid-name and her brow crooks upward as she sees the black blindfold in my hands.
“I’m gonna need you to put this on,” I tell her, standing in her hallway.
“Why?”
“It’s all part of the surprise.”
She glares at me with amused curiosity hiding behind her thick eyelashes. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” I laugh. “Don’t you trust me?”
She says nothing.
“Don’t answer that.” I look her up and down, admiring her outfit, and I suddenly realize that I’ve never actually seen her in jeans before. “You look nice,” I say.
“Thank you,” she says, stepping backward into her apartment. She reaches into her closet for a jacket. “I figured casual meant I could hang up the skirts for the night.”
I nod, watching the light dance on her face. Casual must also mean a slightly darker shade of lipstick. Not that I’m complaining.
She stops in front of me and eyes the blindfold again. “Okay… do I need to put it on now or…?”
“Now.” I step behind her and place it over her eyes, tying it off so it’s snug but still soft. “You won’t have to wear it for very long. Can you see anything?”
“No,” she answers.
I wave my hand in front of her face. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. You are going to help me down the stairs, right?” she chuckles.
I walk back around to face her.
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