I knocked on Rae’s kitchen screen door.
Jill was crouched in front of a kitchen cabinet, scrubbing it with a small towel. She swiveled around, gasping, her body jerking back against the cabinet, a wide-eyed look on her face.
“Babe, it’s me. You okay?” I pushed at the door handle, but the door was locked.
She let out a deep breath, clutching the towel in her grip, her shoulders tense. “Sorry!” She took in a gulp of air and stood up, a hand over her chest. “You just spooked me. Come in.”
“Screen door’s locked.”
“Oh, right.” She bit her lip and tossed the towel on the counter. Her face flushed, she came to the door and unlocked it, swinging it open.
“What’s wrong?” I entered the kitchen, and she closed the door firmly behind us.
“Nothing.” She pushed the hair from her face. “I was just daydreaming, and I didn’t hear you.”
“You didn’t hear me pull up on my bike?”
Her gaze darted to the full plastic bag in my hand. “What’s this?”
“I heard you had a craving for Chinese food.”
“I do?”
“Sure you do.”
“You’re a nut.”
“Should I take my nut and my Chinese food and get out of here?”
Her eyes flared. “Hell no. Give me that bag!”
“Give me a kiss first.”
She pressed her lips against mine. My heartbeat clanged like a bell bonging in my chest.
I tracked into Rae’s gleaming kitchen. The food brought in a harsh smell in contrast with the lemony-lavender fragrance that filled the space. Clean and inviting. Jill.
I plopped the full-to-bursting plastic bag on the counter. She rifled through it as if it was a gift bag from a fancy jewelry store. I was claiming my opportunity today. If your planets don’t align, you need to make it happen for yourself.
Jill faced the counter, her back to me, as she went through the food boxes. “Sesame chicken, pork lo mein…”
“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got a selection.”
She glanced at me over her shoulder. “Shrimp and broccoli.”
“I saw Becca heading home with Auntie Grace. She said Rae went to the movies with a friend?”
“Yeah, they just left. It was very last minute. Ah, Mongolian beef.”
“Lose the shirt.”
Her fingers gripped the white food container in midair. She turned and stared at me.
My head slanted. “Do it.”
Jill put down the small white box of food and ripped off her blouse, exposing her full round breasts in a pink bra.
My lungs squeezed. Her eyes transfixed on my gaze caressing her tits, her breathing deepening.
I raised my chin. “Go through the food. Tell me what you find.”
She swallowed and turned back to the food on the counter. “Chicken and cashews.” Her voice was suddenly breathy.
I stood behind her and leaned over, taking in the warmth of her skin, nuzzling the tousle of her freshly-shampooed hair. Flowers and sunlight.
My lips brushed the curve of her shoulder. “Take off the shorts.”
The swift rip of her zipper set off a fireball in my veins. My dick pulsed at the sight of her pushing the denim over the curve of her hips. Her shorts thudded to the floor, and I kicked them away. Her plump, firm ass peeked out from a delicate pink thong.
“Dumplings.” She let out a laugh.
I laughed, too.
I pulled on the thong string along her ass crack, applying pressure on her *, and she let out a whimper.
“Keep going,” I said. “There should be…”
“Sesame noodles.”
“That’s the one.” I snapped the thong back against her ass, and she let out a gasp. My fingers skimmed her skin until they reached her bra strap and unhooked it. Goose bumps rose over flesh. “Take this off.”
She twisted the bra off her body and tossed it to the side. I cupped her full tits and pressed against her. She let out a cry, her ass moving back against my cock.
Both my hands sank into her silky wetness. “There’s my girl. Fuck yeah.”
We both groaned, and she leaned her head back against my chest. “Bone…”
“Grab the sesame noodles,” I whispered in her ear. Releasing her * from my grip, I nipped at her earlobe.
She grabbed the container, and I led her by the hand to the round table Rae had in the middle of the kitchen where I lifted her up onto it, laying her on her back. Her lips parted as she stared at me.
Full anticipation. Just the way I wanted her.
“This is my favorite,” I murmured.
I scooped up a strand of noodles slathered in the spicy sauce with my finger and tucked it in my mouth. Her forehead bunched, her heavy gaze fixed on me.
I sucked on my fingers, the spicy mixing with her tang on my tongue. “Sesame Jill.”
She let out a low moan and squirmed on the table, her legs falling open, her head sinking back.
I held out a noodle and laced it over a breast, around the nipple. “What should I do now, baby?”
“I think you should eat.”
“I think I should, too, but ladies first.”