Are we friends yet? - D
Apparently, Dex was capable of being a nice guy. Maybe we could be friends after all. Just because I’d sworn off men didn’t mean I couldn’t be friends with one… even one as dangerously sexy as Dex Porter. It was possible for men and women to be friends without it turning into more, and Dex seemed like the type of guy who kept his friends and his “hookups” separate. Besides, I was in no position to be turning down friends of any kind.
I got the distinct feeling that there was more to him than met the eye. One minute he was this rude, arrogant player, and the next he was a sweet, devoted uncle who played tea party with his niece and went out of his way to help me. He was a total enigma. I was curious to find out which side of him was the real Dex and which was just an act.
The next morning was my first day of work at the aquarium and I was full of nervous energy. I’d never done anything like this before and was terrified that I would do something wrong or mess up. Part of me hoped that my job would be limited to basic tasks like cleaning the tanks and mopping the floors. It might be boring but at least it was something that I knew how to handle.
It was barely six o’clock when I walked through the doors of the rescue center, but I was met with a flurry of activity. There were half a dozen people crowded around one of the examination tables, and I wondered what all the excitement was about. One of them had on a shirt with the logo for the Department of Natural Resources, and I remembered Frank telling me that they were the ones who rescued the turtles and brought them in for treatment. Liz, the director of the program, saw me cowering in the doorway and ushered me over.
“Good morning, Olivia!” she said enthusiastically. “It looks like your first day is going to be an exciting one.”
“What’s going on?” I asked, peering around the crowd of people to try and catch a glimpse of what all the fuss was about.
“The rescue team just brought in a Loggerhead turtle that some fishermen found floating near Myrtle Beach. They arrived with her about thirty minutes ago, so we are going to have to do a full examination and assessment so we can figure out how to treat her. I hope you’re ready to get to work!”
“Absolutely,” I said, doing my best to keep my nerves under wrap. “I, uh… don’t have much experience with this kind of thing, but if you tell me what you need me to do, I promise I’ll do my best and try not to mess anything up.”
“Don’t worry,” Liz smiled. “There’s really no experience necessary for what you’ll be doing. You’re just going to be on hand to assist the vet, so as long as you follow their instructions, I promise you’ll be just fine.” She handed me a blue polo shirt with the rescue program logo on it. “Now go put this on, grab some rubber gloves, and then, we’ll go meet this turtle.”
I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a whole lot better about what I was there to do. Wearing the staff uniform, I looked every bit the part of someone who knew what they were doing, and I was excited to get started.
The turtle they brought was a small female. She was covered in barnacles and lesions, and according to the vet, had a very low heart rate. I watched intently as they hooked her up to an IV that would administer fluids of antibiotics, vitamins and other medications and drew a small amount of blood for testing. They showed me how to clean and treat the wounds, which I did carefully and methodically until every lesion had been taken care of.
The turtle looked so sad and helpless on the metal table, tubes coming out of her from every direction. My heart ached for the poor thing and I wanted to do more to help. “What happens now?” I asked Liz.
“Now we wait until the tests come back,” she explained. “We should have the results by later today, and once we know what’s wrong with her, then we have a better idea of how to treat her.”
“Are you sure there isn’t anything else we can do?”
“You did a terrific job today.” She gave my arm a reassuring squeeze. “The only thing left to do is give her a name. Will you pick one out for her?”
I thought about it for a couple of minutes and smiled. “How about Myrtle?”
“Myrtle the Turtle,” Liz laughed. “I love it! I have a feeling you’re going to fit right in.”
I came home from the aquarium around noon, already sweating through my new shirt from the heat, and saw Amy loading up her car while Sadie ran around in her swim suit, complete with bright yellow water wings.
“Hey!” Amy greeted me. “I was hoping you’d be back before we left. We’re heading to the beach. Want to join us?”
“I’d love to!” I was done with work for the day and a relaxing afternoon on the beach sounded absolutely perfect. I was eager to spend time with Amy and Sadie, too. I’d been so busy that I’d barely seen them for more than a few minutes here and there. “I’ll go change. Just give me ten minutes.”
I hurried inside and began digging through my clothes to try and find a bathing suit. I finally found one and when I held it up to look at it, I wondered if maybe the beach was a bad idea.
The bathing suit, like the rest of the clothes I’d brought with me, was from when I was a teenager and there wasn’t much to it. It was a red string bikini, and though I wouldn’t have hesitated to wear it when I was eighteen, it wasn’t exactly something that I would have picked out now.
Throwing it on, I examined myself in the mirror. It wasn’t exactly modest, and my cleavage was most definitely on display, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It was only going to be us girls anyway, and I’m sure they didn’t care what I was wearing. Shrugging, I threw my denim shorts and a tee shirt on over it and met them outside.
Nate and I navigated our way through the groups of people on the beach until we caught site of Amy’s colorful beach umbrella. I was surprised to see a third towel laid out next to theirs and I wondered who else was with them. My question was answered when Olivia stepped out of the ocean, and I practically choked on my own goddamn tongue.
She was dripping wet from swimming and her skimpy red bikini displayed every soft curve and flawless inch of her body. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from her. It seemed like she was moving in slow motion. Naturally, I’d thought about what she looked like naked—I’m a guy, after all—but seeing her now, she put my imagination to shame. She was f*cking perfect.
Friends, I reminded myself. Just friends.
Amy waved to us, and when Olivia finally looked our way, I could see the surprised look on her face. She definitely hadn’t been expecting us.
“Olivia, this is Nate,” Amy said, making introductions. “Nate, this is my new neighbor, Olivia. She just moved into town.”
“Nice to meet you,” Olivia said. “Thanks for letting me crash your beach day.”
“The more the merrier!” Nate said, dropping our huge cooler into the sand. “We brought enough food and beer for a small army, so I hope you’re hungry.”
Nate and Amy started unpacking the food, leaving Olivia and me standing there awkwardly.
“Hey,” she said with a tentative smile. “Thank you so much for helping me with my car… you totally went out of your way for me, and I really appreciate it.”
“Anytime. That’s what friends do. Wait… we are friends now, right? Or do I have to hang around and wait for another mechanical emergency?”
“That won’t be necessary,” she laughed, and I loved the way it sounded when it was directed at me. “I think you’ve done more than enough to earn the ‘friend’ title.”
As I was struggling to stay focused on her face and not at her amazing tits propped up in that sexy bikini, I noticed her eyes scanning over my shirtless torso. She bit her bottom lip, and my skin burned under her intense scrutiny. She was totally checking me out.
I could tell she was attracted to me. I wondered why she was so determined to keep her distance. Her eyes shifted up and met mine, her cheeks blushing pink when I caught her staring. She was cute when she was embarrassed. I decided that the gentlemanly thing to do would be to let her know I was checking her out, too. It was only fair.
“Nice suit,” I grinned, keeping my tone as even as possible.
“It was all I had!” Her blush deepened and she crossed her arms in an attempt to cover herself, which only pushed her breasts up even more for my viewing pleasure. “I wasn’t expecting such a crowd, and I didn’t have time to stop and buy a new one…”
“Oh, I’m not complaining…” I said, letting my eyes wander from her head to her toes. “Trust me.”
“Dex!” She smacked me playfully on the shoulder. “If we’re going to be friends, then you can’t look at me like that.”
“What!” I feigned innocence. “I’m just a friend admiring my friend’s well-toned physique… nothing wrong with that.”
“Okay, friend… just keep your eyes to yourself from now on,” she laughed, turning to walk away.
“I will if you will. You know, I’m not a piece of meat, Olivia!” I called after her loudly, causing her to shoot me an adorably sassy look over her shoulder.
“More seashells!” Sadie demanded. “And a moat!”
Sadie and I were building sandcastles a little way down the beach from where Amy and Olivia were lounging on their towels. Nate had tried to help, but his skills hadn’t been up to Sadie’s standards, so she’d kicked him off the project. Now he was sitting next to us drinking a beer.
“Okay, boss,” I told Sadie. “Why don’t you go find some seashells, and I’ll work on the moat?”
“Mmmkay!”
While I worked on digging a moat around the sandcastles, I saw a couple of girls walking in our direction. They looked like typical college girls, with their teeny-bikinis, fake tans and oversize sunglasses. It was normal for college students to flock down to the beach on the weekend, and it was easy to distinguish them from the rest of the crowd.
“Cute sandcastle,” one of the girls said, stopping next to us.
“Thanks,” I deadpanned, not bothering to look up at them.
“Looks like you’re really good with your hands,” she continued, smirking at her friend as if she was so proud of herself for coming up with such a clever line. “Maybe we could… help you out somehow?”
Considering the way she was shamelessly eye-f*cking me, this girl was ready to drop her panties for me right there in front of the whole beach, my niece included. Unfortunately for her, I didn’t go for this shit. At least, not around Sadie.
“We’re all set.” I dismissed them coldly and focused my attention on Sadie, who had returned with a bucket full of shells.
“Whatever,” the girl said, flipping her hair and stomping off with her friend.
Nate laughed. “Wow, Dex, I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you turn down a willing female.”
“Way too easy,” I said. “This place is flooded with easy college chicks looking for a good time. They’ll give it up to anyone with a six-pack.” It was true. Normally I was willing to provide them with a good time, but I wasn’t feeling it.
“It’s not just the girls…” Nate said with a frown, gesturing to Amy and Olivia. They’d been joined by a couple of meathead frat boys who were standing over their beach chairs, looking down at them with cheesy smiles plastered on their faces, clearly trying to flirt with them. “Who are those a*sholes?” He looked over at Sadie and corrected himself. “Uh… I mean those guys.”
“I don’t know. Who cares?” I shrugged casually, while simultaneously fighting the urge to run over there and show those idiots that they were barking up the wrong damn tree. Of course it bothered me, but I didn’t know why Nate was worried about it. Did he have a thing for Olivia? The idea of that bothered me even more than Douchebag #1 and Douchebag#2 over there chatting them up.
“Sure you don’t care. That’s why you keep glancing that way with a murderous look in your eye like you want to kick someone’s ass.” He glanced at Sadie. “Uh, I mean butt.”
I shook my head at him. At this rate, Sadie was going to be using curse words by age five.
“Why don’t you ask Olivia out?” Nate said.
“Because, we’re just friends,” I explained. “Amy’s the one I’m worried about. She has a tendency to attract a*sholes.” That part was true. Amy had always managed to end up with idiots, the biggest one of all being the guy who got her pregnant and then ran off before Sadie was even born. Naturally, I found him and beat the shit out of him, but it didn’t come close to making up for what he did.
Nate was watching Amy, his eyebrows furrowed and his expression conflicted. “I’m going to grab another beer. Want one?”
“Nah, I’m good.” I watched as Nate walked over to where they were gathered, immediately scaring off the two goons who were flirting with them. As soon as they were gone, I relaxed and got back to digging a moat for Sadie’s castle.
***
I couldn’t help but laugh at the macho-man expression on Nate’s face when he stalked over to scare off the two guys who were trying to flirt with Amy and me. It worked, though, and I was grateful to him for getting rid of them for us. They were totally harmless but didn’t seem to sense our disinterest. They kept chatting about sports and college exams while Amy and I looked back and forth at each other like, how do we make them leave?!
There was something. . .tender. . .about the way that Nate looked at Amy, and I wondered if there were anything going on between them. He had his eyes glued to her the whole time the guys were talking to us, and I noticed that Amy kept glancing in his direction. It certainly seemed like there was history there.
“No, there’s nothing going on with Nate and me,” Amy said when I asked her about it. “He’s just protective because I’m Dex’s sister. I used to think that there might be something more between us, but then he was dating someone else, and nothing ever happened.”
“Was?” I asked. “So, they’re not together anymore?”
“No, Dex mentioned that they broke up a couple weeks ago.”
“Well, maybe now something will happen with you two.”
“I don’t think so,” she sighed. “Nate is really sweet and funny—and cute—but we’ll never be more than friends. He and Dex are so close that he probably just thinks of me as a sister.”
“Those looks definitely didn’t seem brotherly,” I pointed out. “But if not Nate, is there anyone else? I don’t suppose those two chumps from earlier are your type?”
“Definitely not!” she laughed. “My ‘relationships’—if you can even call them that—typically only last a couple of dates. As soon as the guy figures out that I have a kid, they tend to bolt.” She shrugged, brushing it off even though it was obviously hard for her.
“What about Sadie’s dad?” I asked tentatively. “Is he around at all?”
“Nope, he was out of the picture before she was born. I met him in college, and we’d only been dating for a few months when I found out I was pregnant. He totally freaked out, said he couldn’t handle it, and that was it. Haven’t heard from him since, which is fine by me. We’re better off without him.”
I couldn’t help but draw comparisons between my mom and Amy. They’d both been deserted by the father of their children and left to be a single mother. I knew how hard it was, and I respected Amy tremendously for it.
“What about you?” Amy said, steering the conversation towards me. “Is there anyone in your life?”
“Not anymore,” I said. “I moved down here after I caught my fiancé cheating on me.”
“Wow. Men are scum,” she said simply.
“Yes, they are! Which is exactly why I’ve sworn them off. They bring nothing but trouble.”
“So, I guess it’s pointless to try to get you together with my brother, then?”
I laughed. “Hate to break it to you, but Dex and I will only ever be friends.” I glanced briefly in his direction, resisting the urge to stare. “Besides, he doesn’t seem like someone who’s interested in any relationship that lasts longer than twelve hours… no offense.”
“None taken,” she replied. “Believe it or not, he wasn’t always like this. In high school, he was so focused on joining the Marines that he didn’t really have time for anything else. He enlisted right after he graduated, started boot camp, and went overseas to Iraq. He was… different… when he came back. Iraq changed him.”
“How so?” I’d seen Dex’s tattoos but never put it together that he had been in the military.
“He’s just… darker, in a way, and more withdrawn than he used to be. Dex was always the life of the party, you know? Sweet and funny, the kind of person who got along with everyone and who everyone loved to be around.” She glanced over at him, watching him and Sadie play together in the sand. “In a lot of ways he still is, but then there are times when he’s so tense and gets so angry that he distances himself from everyone.”
I’d see glimpses of that pain and darkness in him; brief flashes of anger behind his soft brown eyes and cocky smile. He hid it well, though, and I wondered if that was why he sometimes acted the way that he did.
“He devoted his life to being a Marine,” Amy continued. “It was all he ever wanted. Despite everything he went through in Iraq, I know that he would still be over there if he could.”
“Why can’t he?”
“He lost partial hearing in one ear when an IED exploded right near him. It left him with a pretty bad head injury, too, but Dex still managed to reach three men from his unit and pull them to safety.” A faint, proud smile touched her lips. “He saved their lives. Earned a Silver Star, one of the highest awards you can get. Unfortunately, he couldn’t continue to serve with the damage to his hearing, so he was honorably discharged.”
“Wow.” I was at a total loss for words. Learning about his past made me see him in a whole new light. What he’d done, and what he’d been through… it was incredible.
“He doesn’t talk about it, though. We only know what was written in the official report, which didn’t tell us much. We have no idea what else happened out there, or what he had to live through. We’ve tried—my parents and I—to get him to open up, but he plays it off like he’s fine. He’s not big on letting people in, and I worry that if he keeps it all inside, it will eventually destroy him.”
We sat there in silence for a few minutes until Nate came back over and started chatting with Amy. Reaching into my beach bag, I pulled out my camera and began taking a few pictures. I found myself drifting towards Dex and Sadie, snapping photos of them laughing and digging in the sand at the edge of the water.
I couldn’t help but examine Dex through the viewfinder. I zoomed in on his muscular back, taking particular notice of the tattoo that spanned his shoulders. Etched proudly in black, bold lettering were the words “SEMPER FIDELIS.” The design traced on his forearm led to another prominent tattoo emblazoned on his bicep, with the Eagle, Globe and Anchor that symbolizes the Marine Corps. I’d seen his tattoos before, when I saw him running on the beach, but I hadn’t looked closely or given much thought to it. It made sense now, though. Dex was a proud Marine.
When Sadie ran back to Amy, Dex came over and dropped down in the sand next to me, sitting close but leaving enough space between us so we weren’t touching.
“What happened to the herd of floozies that were following you around?” I teased him with a smile.
“Hopefully long gone,” he muttered with annoyance. “I try to keep that shit away from Sadie. I don’t want her to ever think badly of me, and I definitely don’t want her to be around girls like that. No f*cking way will I let her end up like one of them, with no self-respect and willing to spread her legs for anyone who gives her the slightest bit of attention.”
“Obviously, I don’t know you very well…” That was becoming increasingly evident. “… But one thing I do know is that Sadie thinks the world of you. It’s easy to see how much she loves you and admires you.” I shifted slightly, lessening the space between us. “I’m probably not the greatest influence, either, but I promise to be on my best behavior around her… and you definitely don’t have to worry about me whoring it up!”
Dex turned to face me, his expression serious as his eyes dropped to mine. “She would be lucky to end up like you, Olivia.”
His arm was brushing against me, warming my skin where we touched and sending flutters into my stomach. “How do you know that?” I asked quietly, keeping my eyes locked on his. “You don’t even know me.”
“I think I’m a pretty good judge of character,” he said. “But you’re right, I don’t know you. I’d like to, though, and since we’re friends now, you’re required to tell me a little bit about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?”
“For starters, how did you end up in Charleston?” he asked.
“I needed a fresh start,” I said, without going into detail. “I came here with my friend a couple of times and always thought it would be a great place to live. So, here I am.” I knew it wasn’t much of an answer, but I wasn’t quite ready to spill all the details. “What about you? Have you always lived here?”
“Born and raised,” he answered. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it? I feel like we’re better friends already.” He nudged me playfully, closing the remaining space between us. “From now on, whenever we see each other, we both reveal something new about ourselves. Deal?”
“Deal,” I smiled.
We didn’t leave the beach until early evening, staying long after most of the crowd had scattered. The day had turned out much better than I expected, and I’d be lying if I said that Olivia had nothing to do with it.
There was something about her that both captivated me and made me feel comfortable. There were no expectations or judgments with her, and it put me at ease. There had been a couple times during the day when I caught myself nearly revealing too much and letting my guard down. That never happened. Most of the time, I was trying to keep people from getting to know me, but for some reason with Olivia, I found myself wanting her to know me.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
What I did know was that I wasn’t ready for the day to end.
“Anyone want to go grab some dinner?” I asked. “Maybe a drink?”
“Yeah, sounds good,” Nate said.
“I’d love to but I have to get Sadie home,” Amy replied. “Rain check!”
I looked at anxiously at Olivia, waiting for her answer even though she was probably going to say no. She didn’t seem like the type who would want to go hang out at the bar with two guys.
“Sounds like fun,” she said. “Count me in.”
“Really?” I asked, taken by surprise.
“Sure,” she said. “But I don’t have my car with me, so one of you guys is going to have to give me a lift home.”
“That can certainly be arranged,” I told her, unable to contain my smile. This girl continued to astound me. It seemed like she always did the exact opposite of what I thought she would do, and it kept me on my toes. I was used to women being predictable, and Olivia was anything but.
I didn’t think that Olivia would want to go to the Seaside on her day off, so we went to another place nearby instead. We sat down at the bar, and by the time our food arrived, we were already a couple drinks in and feeling pretty damn good.
After making a quick trip to the bathroom, I returned to find some random guy perched in my seat, talking to Olivia. He was leaning in way too close, flirting with her while she was trying to distance herself from him as much as possible. She looked uncomfortable, and based on the way he was swaying on the bar stool, he was already wasted. Nate was sitting on the other side, engrossed in a conversation with the guy next to him and completely oblivious to what was going on.
The second the drunk guy rested his disgusting hand on Olivia’s thigh, I was in motion. The anger that I tried so hard to keep in check pulsed through me as I made my way across the bar to where they were seated.
“Move. Now,” I demanded, coming to a halt inches away from him.
“Chill out, man. We’re having a conversation,” he slurred, still not moving his hand or getting up from the stool.
I edged closer, hands fisting at my sides as I glared down at him. “If you don’t get your drunk ass out of that seat and move your f*cking hand, I will rip it the f*ck off,” I snarled through gritted teeth.
“Jeez, calm down.” He put both his hands up defensively, finally stumbling out of the seat and away from Olivia. “I’m outta here.”
Relief spread across Olivia’s face, and I returned to my seat, immediately tossing back the rest of my drink in an attempt to calm myself down.
“Thanks,” she muttered. “I never know how to deal with guys like that. It’s easier when I’m on the other side of the bar.”
“Slimy drunk guys aren’t your type, eh?” I gestured to the bartender for a refill. “And neither are college frat boys… sounds like you’re awfully picky when it comes to the male sex,” I joked, letting the alcohol soothe the anger buzzing underneath my skin.
“Not picky, just not interested,” she clarified. “I’ve sworn of all men in general.”
“Interesting,” I said, studying her. “I’m not picking up a lesbo vibe from you, so who’s the a*shole who made you decide to do that? Ex-boyfriend?”
“Ex-fiancé, actually.”
So Olivia had been engaged. It made sense, considering her apparent lack of interest in the opposite sex and why she worked so hard to pretend that she wasn’t attracted to me, even though I knew she was. She didn’t want to be attracted to me, or anyone. Obviously the breakup was still fresh, and I couldn’t help wondering what had happened to leave her so jaded. It was clear that she didn’t want to talk about it, though, so I didn’t push it.
“Well, whoever he is, he sounds like a f*ckin’ dick.”
“Pretty much,” she giggled, sipping on her drink. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or if she were just having a good time, but she actually seemed to be loosening up around me.
“You don’t seem like the random hookup type, so how are you going to fulfill your… you know… needs?” My verbal filter had disappeared along with my third drink. I was playing with fire, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. “And don’t pretend that women can live without sex, because I’m not buying it. I know you chicks get horny, too.”
“You certainly get right to the point, don’t you?” Olivia laughed, her cheeks reddening. “Well, you know what they say… self-love is the best love.” She winked.
I choked on my drink and nearly fell out of my damn seat. “Holy shit,” I sputtered. “I think you might be the best friend I’ve ever had!”
Still howling with laughter, Olivia raised her glass. “To friendship!”
“Cheers.” I clinked my glass against hers, still stunned. Friend or not, when the words “self-love” poured out of those perfect lips, my cock immediately stirred to life. Just the thought of Olivia touching herself, writhing and moaning as her fingers worked frantically to find release…
F*ck. Now I was hard.
Leaning toward her, I tilted my head and watched her eyes go wide as I moved intimately close. My warm breath tickled her ear as I whispered, “If you actually think that’s better than the real thing, then your guy wasn’t doing it right.”
I heard her sharp intake of breath and felt a shudder run through her before I settled back in my seat. She jumped off her stool, mumbling something about needing to pee, before bolting in the direction of the restroom. I smiled in satisfaction at the realization that I might affect her as much as she affected me. I almost didn’t notice when someone approached me and sat down in Olivia’s empty seat.
“Hi, there,” the women said, crossing her legs and making her already short dress ride up even more. Her lips turned up in a pleased smile as she locked her eyes on me and sipped from her straw suggestively. “Is this seat taken?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, gesturing toward the bathroom. “She’ll be right—”
“It’s all yours,” Olivia cut in, appearing out of nowhere. “I was just leaving anyway.” She offered the woman a warm smile and reached for her purse from on top of the bar.
“You’re leaving?” I was confused. I didn’t want her to think she had to leave. Was she upset? It’s not like I asked this chick to sit down next to me, and I was happy to tell her to take a hike.
“I have to work early tomorrow morning so I should really get home,” Olivia shrugged, throwing down some cash to pay for her drinks.
“Okay, I’ll give you a ride home.” I started to get up but Olivia stopped me.
“No, really, it’s totally fine. Don’t let me interrupt your night.” She made a subtle gesture toward the woman seated next to me and flashed me a knowing smile. “Thanks for including me today. I had a great time. See you soon.”
Before I could insist on driving her home, Nate magically reappeared and offered to take her. I struggled to come up with something to say to change her mind, but they were already walking out the door.
Discouraged, I slumped back in my seat. I felt like I was finally getting through to Olivia, but then she went and basically pushed me toward someone else. After that heated moment between us, I thought she might be at least a little bothered by it, but she didn’t seem to care at all. Now she was riding home with Nate.
F*cking perfect.
What the f*ck was I doing, anyway? I knew that Olivia and I could never be more than friends and yet I kept pushing for… what? I had to get my head on straight. Nothing was going to happen with her. Nothing could happen with her.
The girl next to me, on the other hand…
Within twenty minutes, she was sitting so close that more of her was on me than was in her seat. She pushed her chest out, begging me to look, while her hand continued to inch further up my thigh. If we didn’t get out of here soon, I was pretty sure that she would end up rubbing my cock right here at the bar.
“Wanna go back to my place?” she hummed, her fingers wandering closer and closer to my junk while her leg slid against mine.
It should have been an easy answer, but I hesitated. She was attractive and would obviously be an easy f*ck. I just couldn’t get into it.
“It sure seems like you want to…” Her eyes shifted to the massive hard-on in my shorts.
My dick was definitely into it. But was I?
“I have a better idea.” I stood up, adjusted myself, and towed her into the narrow hallway where the restrooms were. Checking to see that the coast was clear, I opened the door and pulled her inside with me. “Why wait?”
As soon as the door was closed and I clicked the lock into place, she was plastered against me, rubbing her willing body along the length of mine and plunging her tongue into my mouth. I let her kiss me for a few seconds before guiding her hand south. Taking the hint, she began stroking me through my shorts while I popped the button and lowered the zipper.
She dropped to her knees, a pleased smile curling at her lips when I pulled out my cock and offered it to her. She took it greedily, wrapping her lips around it and drawing it into her mouth. I let my hands drop to her hair, guiding her mouth and plunging myself deeper and deeper.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as she continued to suck, bringing me closer and closer to release. She moaned in pleasure, which I never understood because I wasn’t even touching her, but the vibrations of her mouth felt good so I didn’t give a shit. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I doubted that this was her first bathroom blowjob.
She began sucking more furiously, and I knew she expected me to finish. I should have been close, but I wasn’t. My mind began to drift. As soon as my thoughts wandered to Olivia lying in bed, touching her perfect p-ssy as she cried out in pleasure, my cock began to jerk, and I exploded with a heavy groan.
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