across the room in a towel
to her closet and began the search for something really unsexy. She didn’t find
the search too difficult and settled on a pair of jeans and a Patriots jersey.
“What do you have to do today?”
“I should go visit my mom and then I am going to watch the game with
Alexis at the Tipperary. It’s what I do on Sundays.”
Michael threw the covers off his naked body and stood up. Caitlyn turn
her gaze to the floor, but Michael walked over to her, and she was soon looking
directly at his penis. She shot her stare up to his face and chewed on her
bottom lip.
“How about this? I’ll take a shower. We’ll get some breakfast, go
shopping, stop by and see Cat, and meet Alexis to watch the game. We’ll figure
the rest out when we get back.”
Caitlyn shrugged. “I don’t know. My mom probably won’t be up for a lot
of visitors, and the game is kind of a girl thing.”
Michael grabbed her hips and pulled her into his hardness. “You’re trying
to get rid of me again, aren’t you?”
“This time I am.” She nodded her head to show that she really meant it,
but he stopped her with a hard kiss. She didn’t struggle as much as she knew
she should and told herself that this was the last one, so she might as well
enjoy it.
“Too bad. You’re going shopping with me. I need a woman’s perspective.”
#
“I’m kind of partial to the ‘49ers,” Michael said as Caitlyn held up a
New England Patriots t-shirt for the third time.
“Well that’s too bad. You’re in New England, and I am not showing up at
the pub with someone in a ‘49ers’ shirt. You’re more than welcome to go back to
your motel if you don’t want to pick one of these shirts.”
She’d been saying stuff like that all morning, and he was pretty sure
that she actually did want to get rid of him. He didn’t really know why. The
night before had been great, and the other times they spent together were great
too. He just couldn’t stop thinking about the night before and hoping that night
would be an encore performance.
Since telling Caitlyn about Margaret after dinner, his vacation had been
successful, and he was kind of glad that Margaret left him. If she hadn’t, he
wouldn’t be here enjoying Caitlyn more than he thought was possible.
He looked at the t-shirts she was waving in front of him. They all looked
the same to him, so he grabbed one at random. A t-shirt was not going to keep
him away from her. Michael didn’t know how much longer he would be able to
spend with her, but he was going to make the most of his time in Massachusetts.
“I need some jeans, and some shirts without logos on them.”
“Fine,” she said and began limping further into the men’s department. “What
size?”
“I don’t know. Come check these pants.”
Caitlyn looked back at him and glared. He just stood there unrelenting,
and she finally gave up and walked over to his back side. She reached her
fingers into the back of his pants and flipped the waist band. He felt the
familiar aching he had for her, and if she hadn’t moved so quickly, he would
have turned around and kissed her again.
He followed Caitlyn to a pile of folded jeans and ran his finger along
the curve of her neck. “Let’s go back to your place.”
She shrugged his hand away without looking up from the pile she was now
digging through. “No can do. We’re already in Worcester. If my mother finds out
that I was in town and didn’t visit her, she’ll raise all sorts of hell. It’ll
be doubly true if she finds out that you were the reason.”
Michael smiled. He actually liked her mother. She had no sense of decorum,
and he found it hilarious. He couldn’t wait to see her again.
“Fine. We’ll see Cat.” Caitlyn hobbled around the table. “How’s your
ankle doing?”
“I’ll survive. Here.” She held up a pair of pants.
“Looks good.” He grabbed a green shirt off a nearby table. “Let’s go.”
“You don’t want to try them
to her closet and began the search for something really unsexy. She didn’t find
the search too difficult and settled on a pair of jeans and a Patriots jersey.
“What do you have to do today?”
“I should go visit my mom and then I am going to watch the game with
Alexis at the Tipperary. It’s what I do on Sundays.”
Michael threw the covers off his naked body and stood up. Caitlyn turn
her gaze to the floor, but Michael walked over to her, and she was soon looking
directly at his penis. She shot her stare up to his face and chewed on her
bottom lip.
“How about this? I’ll take a shower. We’ll get some breakfast, go
shopping, stop by and see Cat, and meet Alexis to watch the game. We’ll figure
the rest out when we get back.”
Caitlyn shrugged. “I don’t know. My mom probably won’t be up for a lot
of visitors, and the game is kind of a girl thing.”
Michael grabbed her hips and pulled her into his hardness. “You’re trying
to get rid of me again, aren’t you?”
“This time I am.” She nodded her head to show that she really meant it,
but he stopped her with a hard kiss. She didn’t struggle as much as she knew
she should and told herself that this was the last one, so she might as well
enjoy it.
“Too bad. You’re going shopping with me. I need a woman’s perspective.”
#
“I’m kind of partial to the ‘49ers,” Michael said as Caitlyn held up a
New England Patriots t-shirt for the third time.
“Well that’s too bad. You’re in New England, and I am not showing up at
the pub with someone in a ‘49ers’ shirt. You’re more than welcome to go back to
your motel if you don’t want to pick one of these shirts.”
She’d been saying stuff like that all morning, and he was pretty sure
that she actually did want to get rid of him. He didn’t really know why. The
night before had been great, and the other times they spent together were great
too. He just couldn’t stop thinking about the night before and hoping that night
would be an encore performance.
Since telling Caitlyn about Margaret after dinner, his vacation had been
successful, and he was kind of glad that Margaret left him. If she hadn’t, he
wouldn’t be here enjoying Caitlyn more than he thought was possible.
He looked at the t-shirts she was waving in front of him. They all looked
the same to him, so he grabbed one at random. A t-shirt was not going to keep
him away from her. Michael didn’t know how much longer he would be able to
spend with her, but he was going to make the most of his time in Massachusetts.
“I need some jeans, and some shirts without logos on them.”
“Fine,” she said and began limping further into the men’s department. “What
size?”
“I don’t know. Come check these pants.”
Caitlyn looked back at him and glared. He just stood there unrelenting,
and she finally gave up and walked over to his back side. She reached her
fingers into the back of his pants and flipped the waist band. He felt the
familiar aching he had for her, and if she hadn’t moved so quickly, he would
have turned around and kissed her again.
He followed Caitlyn to a pile of folded jeans and ran his finger along
the curve of her neck. “Let’s go back to your place.”
She shrugged his hand away without looking up from the pile she was now
digging through. “No can do. We’re already in Worcester. If my mother finds out
that I was in town and didn’t visit her, she’ll raise all sorts of hell. It’ll
be doubly true if she finds out that you were the reason.”
Michael smiled. He actually liked her mother. She had no sense of decorum,
and he found it hilarious. He couldn’t wait to see her again.
“Fine. We’ll see Cat.” Caitlyn hobbled around the table. “How’s your
ankle doing?”
“I’ll survive. Here.” She held up a pair of pants.
“Looks good.” He grabbed a green shirt off a nearby table. “Let’s go.”
“You don’t want to try them
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