everything.”
“When will you be coming back?”
Never, I hope d . “Two weeks.” I looked at the clock next to my poster bed. “I need to go. I’ll keep in touch, okay?”
“Yes, do that. You have my emergency number, you had better call me if you need. Anything. Understood?” Her words quipped with professionalism but I knew there was a motherly tone under there somewhere.
“Yes doc, I will.”
“And do not neglect your meds.”
“Got ‘ em .” Though I loathed the fact I still needed them.
Chapter Eight
I knocked softly on Johnny’s door and waited , looking down at my short white skirt, making sure it was still white. I’d found my panties from long ago, really long ago . They were my dream panties. One’s I’d gotten when I thought there was still a chance at those kinds of dreams. Every time I tried to throw them away, felt like thro w ing all hope away . I looked down at my top, making sure my cleavage was still sho w ing. I pinched my nipples, wanting them to show through the pink , tight , t-shirt mater i al. It was another dream item, a halter top. Made for women who had a reason. The white heels were just plain insanity, no reason to have them but I did. Truly surprised I didn’t break my neck on the four inch spikes.
My heart dropped into my stomach at hearing footsteps. The door opened to that sexy man. N o shirt. Jeans. And a look in his eyes that sent a qui ver through my privates, stomach , and racing heart. “Hi , ” I gasped , thr o w ing my hand up in a quick wave .
He gave a sexy half smile, his eyes taking in the package I’d carefully wrapped just for him. “ Damn, ” he muttered, clearly surprised as well as pleased.
I chewed my lower lip, fighting embarrassment, not used to this at all. I follow ed the line of fine black hair on his lower stomach , then raked my gaze over hard abs and wide alabaster chest. “Damn yourself,” I whispered, finally me e t ing his gaze. The sharp blue of his eyes shot currents of desire through me .
“Come in.”
The word come, in any fashion, seemed to be my body’s new language. And now, I could only s wallow hard at hearing what promised. Maybe even threatened. He stepped aside as I passed, but I felt his eyes follow me, hot and in tense. “Walk ten steps. ” His whisper nearly croaked .
I heard the door shut and the lock slide into place as I did what he said , my e n tire body quaking now.
“Take off only your skirt.”
I turned and faced him. His eyes glued themselves to my breasts as he a p proached. He stopped maybe five feet from me.
“Do it.”
It wasn’t harsh or rude but a desperate now need.
Encouraged with his reaction, I made a show of it. I slowly turned around and slid my thumbs in side the easy access cotton skirt. I eased the material down, careful to leave my pink lace panties in place. The y were the low rider kind and I could only hope I didn’t look like a boy in them.
“ Oh my God,” he whispered , sounding pained . “ Put your hands on your knees.” His voice rasped .
I glanced shyly over my shoulder then slowly bent and put my hands on my knees.
“God.” The breathy whisper sounded tormented. “Did you shave?”
I froze at the question. What if he hadn’t wanted me to? His tone sounded kinda panicked. I couldn’t face him. “Yes.” I bit my tongue, refusing any further comments to explain, reason, ridicule, and other idiotic things.
“G et on your hands and knees for me. ”
More desperate ache came through that velvet tone.
On shaky legs I complied, lowering myself to the floor, trying to be lady like about it. Pretty rusty on that. Once in position, I angled my head, wondering what he was up to.
His head was tilted, staring between my leg s , his hands unfastening his pants. Oh lord oh lord. My clit throbbed as I watched him unzip and gracefully remove the jeans . His hand encased his cock and squeezed. “Slide your panties aside. Show me your pussy.”
I reached behind
“When will you be coming back?”
Never, I hope d . “Two weeks.” I looked at the clock next to my poster bed. “I need to go. I’ll keep in touch, okay?”
“Yes, do that. You have my emergency number, you had better call me if you need. Anything. Understood?” Her words quipped with professionalism but I knew there was a motherly tone under there somewhere.
“Yes doc, I will.”
“And do not neglect your meds.”
“Got ‘ em .” Though I loathed the fact I still needed them.
Chapter Eight
I knocked softly on Johnny’s door and waited , looking down at my short white skirt, making sure it was still white. I’d found my panties from long ago, really long ago . They were my dream panties. One’s I’d gotten when I thought there was still a chance at those kinds of dreams. Every time I tried to throw them away, felt like thro w ing all hope away . I looked down at my top, making sure my cleavage was still sho w ing. I pinched my nipples, wanting them to show through the pink , tight , t-shirt mater i al. It was another dream item, a halter top. Made for women who had a reason. The white heels were just plain insanity, no reason to have them but I did. Truly surprised I didn’t break my neck on the four inch spikes.
My heart dropped into my stomach at hearing footsteps. The door opened to that sexy man. N o shirt. Jeans. And a look in his eyes that sent a qui ver through my privates, stomach , and racing heart. “Hi , ” I gasped , thr o w ing my hand up in a quick wave .
He gave a sexy half smile, his eyes taking in the package I’d carefully wrapped just for him. “ Damn, ” he muttered, clearly surprised as well as pleased.
I chewed my lower lip, fighting embarrassment, not used to this at all. I follow ed the line of fine black hair on his lower stomach , then raked my gaze over hard abs and wide alabaster chest. “Damn yourself,” I whispered, finally me e t ing his gaze. The sharp blue of his eyes shot currents of desire through me .
“Come in.”
The word come, in any fashion, seemed to be my body’s new language. And now, I could only s wallow hard at hearing what promised. Maybe even threatened. He stepped aside as I passed, but I felt his eyes follow me, hot and in tense. “Walk ten steps. ” His whisper nearly croaked .
I heard the door shut and the lock slide into place as I did what he said , my e n tire body quaking now.
“Take off only your skirt.”
I turned and faced him. His eyes glued themselves to my breasts as he a p proached. He stopped maybe five feet from me.
“Do it.”
It wasn’t harsh or rude but a desperate now need.
Encouraged with his reaction, I made a show of it. I slowly turned around and slid my thumbs in side the easy access cotton skirt. I eased the material down, careful to leave my pink lace panties in place. The y were the low rider kind and I could only hope I didn’t look like a boy in them.
“ Oh my God,” he whispered , sounding pained . “ Put your hands on your knees.” His voice rasped .
I glanced shyly over my shoulder then slowly bent and put my hands on my knees.
“God.” The breathy whisper sounded tormented. “Did you shave?”
I froze at the question. What if he hadn’t wanted me to? His tone sounded kinda panicked. I couldn’t face him. “Yes.” I bit my tongue, refusing any further comments to explain, reason, ridicule, and other idiotic things.
“G et on your hands and knees for me. ”
More desperate ache came through that velvet tone.
On shaky legs I complied, lowering myself to the floor, trying to be lady like about it. Pretty rusty on that. Once in position, I angled my head, wondering what he was up to.
His head was tilted, staring between my leg s , his hands unfastening his pants. Oh lord oh lord. My clit throbbed as I watched him unzip and gracefully remove the jeans . His hand encased his cock and squeezed. “Slide your panties aside. Show me your pussy.”
I reached behind
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