advantage of it? Was this creepy?
Hells bells, Loretta, just Google him for fuck's sake.
I made myself work for a few hours when I got home, after I took a peek at my back. It was still red, but not too bad. I might milk it a little next time I saw him, score some sympathy points. Maybe even a back rub. Yeah, a back rub. His hands would trail lightly down my back, further still to my panties, and then…
Focus up, Grace.
I did work for a few hours, and then I switched over to the open mike night I had planned for the following week. I strummed my guitar, practicing the songs I had chosen. I had recently begun to write some of my own songs, but I wasn't quite confident enough about them yet to sing them in public.
I was still singing when I noticed it was almost dinnertime and Holly would be home soon. I would have to Google later. I raced through the shower and was just getting dressed when she called to let me know she was about five minutes away. She was bringing Thai home for dinner.
I was slipping into a white linen shift when she poked her head into my room.
“Hey, ass. Dinner's downstairs and you've got a package waiting for you on the front porch.”
“I do?”
“Yeah, it's right outside. Go get your package.” She smiled as I walked past her, raising an eyebrow. She just shrugged and pointed me towards the front door.
I walked out and saw a white envelope on the front step. I opened it, and found a Starbucks gift card. The note attached said:
You didn't say anything about a handwritten delivery
when you cut off all forms of communication.
Turn around.
“Oh man, Hamilton, are you here?” I called out as I turned around. He caught me up into a close hug, pulling back to kiss my forehead.
“I brought you this, since you didn't really get your money's worth this morning.”
“You're silly, and I told you no communication. Obviously this would include face to face,” I pouted, relaxing a little into his grasp.
“Why are you so serious about this no communication thing?” he inquired, lowering his face to mine and beginning to sweep gentle kisses from my ear down to my neck.
“This is why. Because I can't focus when you do that,” I sighed, leaning in to him against my better judgment.
“Can't focus, huh? So, I shouldn't do this?” he asked innocently, brushing his fingertips down my bare arms. He slid his hand along my shoulder, inside the linen dress and began to move towards my breast.
“No, you shouldn't,” I protested, weakly. I was already beginning to get worked up and could feel my breasts tighten as he moved closer.
“I like this dress, Grace. I've never seen you in a dress.”
“No kidding. We just met! So far, you have seen me in workout clothes, a racing suit and a slutty pair of jeans. And a Saltine shower.”
He laughed, remembering the Saltines. “Well, they were all memorable. But the dress? My favorite so far.” He continued his assault on my senses, running his hands further down my sides, and starting to gather handfuls of linen, lifting my dress up high on my thighs.
“For fuck's sake, we can't do this here! This is so inappropriate. This is wrong. This is…Oh, God…” I stopped, unable to speak.
He'd allowed his fingertips to slide all the way up my legs, stopping only when he reached my lacy panties. He traced the edge of the lace, starting at my hip and moving down, then covering me with his hand. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me.
“Are you focusing right now, Grace?” He breathed into my ear.
“Um, yes? But you don't affect me as much as you think you do.” I tried feebly to keep control of the conversation, since I was losing control of the lower half of my body.
“I don't think that's true.” He frowned at me, pulling the lace aside, his fingers hovering just above me. Like before, even though he wasn't actually touching me, I could feel him. I could feel where he was and I knew he knew exactly what this was doing to me. “In fact,
Hells bells, Loretta, just Google him for fuck's sake.
I made myself work for a few hours when I got home, after I took a peek at my back. It was still red, but not too bad. I might milk it a little next time I saw him, score some sympathy points. Maybe even a back rub. Yeah, a back rub. His hands would trail lightly down my back, further still to my panties, and then…
Focus up, Grace.
I did work for a few hours, and then I switched over to the open mike night I had planned for the following week. I strummed my guitar, practicing the songs I had chosen. I had recently begun to write some of my own songs, but I wasn't quite confident enough about them yet to sing them in public.
I was still singing when I noticed it was almost dinnertime and Holly would be home soon. I would have to Google later. I raced through the shower and was just getting dressed when she called to let me know she was about five minutes away. She was bringing Thai home for dinner.
I was slipping into a white linen shift when she poked her head into my room.
“Hey, ass. Dinner's downstairs and you've got a package waiting for you on the front porch.”
“I do?”
“Yeah, it's right outside. Go get your package.” She smiled as I walked past her, raising an eyebrow. She just shrugged and pointed me towards the front door.
I walked out and saw a white envelope on the front step. I opened it, and found a Starbucks gift card. The note attached said:
You didn't say anything about a handwritten delivery
when you cut off all forms of communication.
Turn around.
“Oh man, Hamilton, are you here?” I called out as I turned around. He caught me up into a close hug, pulling back to kiss my forehead.
“I brought you this, since you didn't really get your money's worth this morning.”
“You're silly, and I told you no communication. Obviously this would include face to face,” I pouted, relaxing a little into his grasp.
“Why are you so serious about this no communication thing?” he inquired, lowering his face to mine and beginning to sweep gentle kisses from my ear down to my neck.
“This is why. Because I can't focus when you do that,” I sighed, leaning in to him against my better judgment.
“Can't focus, huh? So, I shouldn't do this?” he asked innocently, brushing his fingertips down my bare arms. He slid his hand along my shoulder, inside the linen dress and began to move towards my breast.
“No, you shouldn't,” I protested, weakly. I was already beginning to get worked up and could feel my breasts tighten as he moved closer.
“I like this dress, Grace. I've never seen you in a dress.”
“No kidding. We just met! So far, you have seen me in workout clothes, a racing suit and a slutty pair of jeans. And a Saltine shower.”
He laughed, remembering the Saltines. “Well, they were all memorable. But the dress? My favorite so far.” He continued his assault on my senses, running his hands further down my sides, and starting to gather handfuls of linen, lifting my dress up high on my thighs.
“For fuck's sake, we can't do this here! This is so inappropriate. This is wrong. This is…Oh, God…” I stopped, unable to speak.
He'd allowed his fingertips to slide all the way up my legs, stopping only when he reached my lacy panties. He traced the edge of the lace, starting at my hip and moving down, then covering me with his hand. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me.
“Are you focusing right now, Grace?” He breathed into my ear.
“Um, yes? But you don't affect me as much as you think you do.” I tried feebly to keep control of the conversation, since I was losing control of the lower half of my body.
“I don't think that's true.” He frowned at me, pulling the lace aside, his fingers hovering just above me. Like before, even though he wasn't actually touching me, I could feel him. I could feel where he was and I knew he knew exactly what this was doing to me. “In fact,
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