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have a heart attack. “That skirt won’t even cover my rump.”
“There are stockings that go with it.” He continued to kiss her, up her neck, across her lips. She felt herself conceding from the numbness he was spreading across her body. She wrapped her hands around his neck and brought him closer. She took his lips with hers and matched his intensity. He pressed his core against hers and she felt his excitement, his very hard excitement. Gulping back the want she had for him she began to pull away remembering the reason why she couldn’t do this with Murphy, she didn’t want just physical in a relationship.
She was just about to end their mini make out session when she heard someone clear their throat. They stopped and looked toward the front of the store. Standing in tight jeans, a blue sweater and matching scarf was Booker.
Crap. She instantly removed herself from Murphy but he unfortunately didn’t remove his grip.
“Hello there, sorry about the public display of affection. Sometimes when I see me old girl here I can’t help me-self. What can I do ya for?” Murphy asked while grabbing Fiona’s hand and escorting her out into the shop.
Embarrassment and guilt crawled up her body causing her whole face to heat up. It’s not like she was really involved with Booker, but she knew they made a connection with him last night, emotionally and physically. Thoughts of their physical connection made her face turn from hot to inferno. Despite her bodies reactions she felt bad, she didn’t want him thinking she was some kind of hussy who went around kissing men. Wait, she was a hussy! She pulled herself away from Murphy and went to grab her costume.
She heard Booker clear his throat. “Uh, yea I’m here to get some skiing gear. I signed up for lessons online and I thought I would get a head start.
“Aye, well ya came to the right place.” Murphy stretched out his hand and said, “I’m Murphy Ryan, the owner of this fine establishment and instructor. You must be Booker Hall from California, I printed out your sign up the other day.”
“That’s right.”
Booker looked so uncomfortable, Fiona felt terrible. She decided to just leave without causing any complications since it seemed like Murphy had everything under control. With her outfit under her arm, she shimmied her way past Murphy but not right before he grabbed her arm.
“How rude of me. Booker, this here is me girl, Fiona O’Leary.”
Shock registered on both her face and Booker’s. She wanted to shout out that she was not his girl, unfortunately just a very good fuck buddy but that probably wouldn’t go over well either. Booker just gave her a nod and said, “We met last night at the pub.”
“Ah, isn’t she the best little server ya ever did see?”
“Yes she is.” Booker said while scraping his shoe on the floor. He didn’t even look at her. He looked completely dejected and it was all her fault. She hurt his feelings and she felt terrible about it. She should never have gone out to the pond with him last night. In that case, if she was laying out regrets, she should never have made that stupid bet with Murphy the other night because her terrible decision while slightly intoxicated is now causing her to dress up as a bull prostitute.
“Well, I’m going to get going. See you later.” Fiona tried to take off, but Murphy told Booker to hold on a second while he walked her out to her car. She tried to avoid him and just get in her car but of course he was not going to let that happen. He instead pinned her against her car door.
“There are stockings that go with it.” He continued to kiss her, up her neck, across her lips. She felt herself conceding from the numbness he was spreading across her body. She wrapped her hands around his neck and brought him closer. She took his lips with hers and matched his intensity. He pressed his core against hers and she felt his excitement, his very hard excitement. Gulping back the want she had for him she began to pull away remembering the reason why she couldn’t do this with Murphy, she didn’t want just physical in a relationship.
She was just about to end their mini make out session when she heard someone clear their throat. They stopped and looked toward the front of the store. Standing in tight jeans, a blue sweater and matching scarf was Booker.
Crap. She instantly removed herself from Murphy but he unfortunately didn’t remove his grip.
“Hello there, sorry about the public display of affection. Sometimes when I see me old girl here I can’t help me-self. What can I do ya for?” Murphy asked while grabbing Fiona’s hand and escorting her out into the shop.
Embarrassment and guilt crawled up her body causing her whole face to heat up. It’s not like she was really involved with Booker, but she knew they made a connection with him last night, emotionally and physically. Thoughts of their physical connection made her face turn from hot to inferno. Despite her bodies reactions she felt bad, she didn’t want him thinking she was some kind of hussy who went around kissing men. Wait, she was a hussy! She pulled herself away from Murphy and went to grab her costume.
She heard Booker clear his throat. “Uh, yea I’m here to get some skiing gear. I signed up for lessons online and I thought I would get a head start.
“Aye, well ya came to the right place.” Murphy stretched out his hand and said, “I’m Murphy Ryan, the owner of this fine establishment and instructor. You must be Booker Hall from California, I printed out your sign up the other day.”
“That’s right.”
Booker looked so uncomfortable, Fiona felt terrible. She decided to just leave without causing any complications since it seemed like Murphy had everything under control. With her outfit under her arm, she shimmied her way past Murphy but not right before he grabbed her arm.
“How rude of me. Booker, this here is me girl, Fiona O’Leary.”
Shock registered on both her face and Booker’s. She wanted to shout out that she was not his girl, unfortunately just a very good fuck buddy but that probably wouldn’t go over well either. Booker just gave her a nod and said, “We met last night at the pub.”
“Ah, isn’t she the best little server ya ever did see?”
“Yes she is.” Booker said while scraping his shoe on the floor. He didn’t even look at her. He looked completely dejected and it was all her fault. She hurt his feelings and she felt terrible about it. She should never have gone out to the pond with him last night. In that case, if she was laying out regrets, she should never have made that stupid bet with Murphy the other night because her terrible decision while slightly intoxicated is now causing her to dress up as a bull prostitute.
“Well, I’m going to get going. See you later.” Fiona tried to take off, but Murphy told Booker to hold on a second while he walked her out to her car. She tried to avoid him and just get in her car but of course he was not going to let that happen. He instead pinned her against her car door.
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