passed?” Ryan whispers, his moist breath fans the shell of my ear making things tighten in my lower belly.
Turning to him, I nod. “With flying colors.”
***
Ryan
Everything flew out the window the moment I saw her sitting on the couch. All the reasons why this was a bad idea, all the reasons I’d come up with to gently let her know this couldn’t happen between us… the second I’d seen her, I’d had a brain dump.
Dressed in pink, she’s a breath of spring. The dress comes to her knees and shows off a shapely expanse of legs. The cinch at her waist only accentuates its shape and my mouth waters.
We’re sitting on the bench in front of the lion exhibit, been here the past hour actually. The moment we’d walked through the doors Javier had headed unerringly toward the exhibit. Now he barely moves, just continues to lick his blue frozen popsicle until it disappears, staring at the lion’s as if he can divine the mysteries of the universe within the cage.
The boy is small-- reminds me of Lili in a lot of ways with his small button nose, big sloping eyes and dark curly hair.
He doesn’t talk much though, just looks.
“Thank you for this,” she says, leaning into me. Her breasts graze my chest as she turns, and my balls draw tight.
She smells good. Like a field of wildflowers. Her hair is down today, falling all around her face and shoulders. I curl my fingers up to prevent myself from reaching out and touching it.
“You’re welcome. Though if I’d known you’d be such a cheap non-date I might have asked you sooner.”
She laughs and the sound is nice.
It reaches deep inside me, stirs things up, makes me hot and cold. I shift on the seat.
Popping a kernel of popcorn into her mouth she chews and swallows before saying, “Javi, likes you.”
Looking back at the boy I frown. “How can you tell? He hasn’t said two words to me.”
A thoughtful expression flits across her features, softening them as she seems to be remembering something. “Because when he doesn’t, he rages.”
“Rages?”
She shrugs, bouncing her leg, drawing my eye to the tips of her black painted toenails. “I don’t know, I guess it’s the way he shows his disgust or anger. He screams and bucks and hits and,” she sighs, giving me a weak shake of her head, “it’s not pretty. It can take hours to bring him down from one of those.”
“Does he have them a lot?”
She moves, stirring her scent in the breeze and I inhale sharply, letting her smell saturate my lungs. Sitting in the park, with the sun all around us, I can’t help but wonder when was the last time I’ve been to a zoo, it’s not something on my bucket list, but I don’t altogether hate this either.
“Maybe one or two a week now.”
“A week? Damn.”
She licks the salt off her fingers. Wish it was me doing that.
“It’s a helluva lot better than it used to be. It actually feels almost normal now. Does that sound lame?” She rolls her eyes. “My life is so crazy that him not throwing fits is normal? I’m not sure what that says about me.” She tosses another kernel into her mouth.
This time a crumb settles against the edge of her lip. Giving into instinct, I rub my thumb across it. Her lips are so soft and pink and I want to kiss her.
Taste her.
Wrap my tongue around hers and never come up for air again.
Swallowing audibly, her beautiful green eyes go wide and I come crashing back down to reality.
Clearing my throat, I hold the crumb up for inspection. “Had a piece on your mouth.”
“Oh.” Her voice is reed thin. “Thanks.”
Inching a little away from me, I want to groan, knowing I’d just screwed up. Non-date means no touching.
“Look, sorry about that,” I hold up my hands, “don’t know what I was thinking.”
A small sound between a sigh and a chuckle spills from her throat.
Turning to him, I nod. “With flying colors.”
***
Ryan
Everything flew out the window the moment I saw her sitting on the couch. All the reasons why this was a bad idea, all the reasons I’d come up with to gently let her know this couldn’t happen between us… the second I’d seen her, I’d had a brain dump.
Dressed in pink, she’s a breath of spring. The dress comes to her knees and shows off a shapely expanse of legs. The cinch at her waist only accentuates its shape and my mouth waters.
We’re sitting on the bench in front of the lion exhibit, been here the past hour actually. The moment we’d walked through the doors Javier had headed unerringly toward the exhibit. Now he barely moves, just continues to lick his blue frozen popsicle until it disappears, staring at the lion’s as if he can divine the mysteries of the universe within the cage.
The boy is small-- reminds me of Lili in a lot of ways with his small button nose, big sloping eyes and dark curly hair.
He doesn’t talk much though, just looks.
“Thank you for this,” she says, leaning into me. Her breasts graze my chest as she turns, and my balls draw tight.
She smells good. Like a field of wildflowers. Her hair is down today, falling all around her face and shoulders. I curl my fingers up to prevent myself from reaching out and touching it.
“You’re welcome. Though if I’d known you’d be such a cheap non-date I might have asked you sooner.”
She laughs and the sound is nice.
It reaches deep inside me, stirs things up, makes me hot and cold. I shift on the seat.
Popping a kernel of popcorn into her mouth she chews and swallows before saying, “Javi, likes you.”
Looking back at the boy I frown. “How can you tell? He hasn’t said two words to me.”
A thoughtful expression flits across her features, softening them as she seems to be remembering something. “Because when he doesn’t, he rages.”
“Rages?”
She shrugs, bouncing her leg, drawing my eye to the tips of her black painted toenails. “I don’t know, I guess it’s the way he shows his disgust or anger. He screams and bucks and hits and,” she sighs, giving me a weak shake of her head, “it’s not pretty. It can take hours to bring him down from one of those.”
“Does he have them a lot?”
She moves, stirring her scent in the breeze and I inhale sharply, letting her smell saturate my lungs. Sitting in the park, with the sun all around us, I can’t help but wonder when was the last time I’ve been to a zoo, it’s not something on my bucket list, but I don’t altogether hate this either.
“Maybe one or two a week now.”
“A week? Damn.”
She licks the salt off her fingers. Wish it was me doing that.
“It’s a helluva lot better than it used to be. It actually feels almost normal now. Does that sound lame?” She rolls her eyes. “My life is so crazy that him not throwing fits is normal? I’m not sure what that says about me.” She tosses another kernel into her mouth.
This time a crumb settles against the edge of her lip. Giving into instinct, I rub my thumb across it. Her lips are so soft and pink and I want to kiss her.
Taste her.
Wrap my tongue around hers and never come up for air again.
Swallowing audibly, her beautiful green eyes go wide and I come crashing back down to reality.
Clearing my throat, I hold the crumb up for inspection. “Had a piece on your mouth.”
“Oh.” Her voice is reed thin. “Thanks.”
Inching a little away from me, I want to groan, knowing I’d just screwed up. Non-date means no touching.
“Look, sorry about that,” I hold up my hands, “don’t know what I was thinking.”
A small sound between a sigh and a chuckle spills from her throat.
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