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clasped her hands and set them on her lap until they arrived at her house.
"How about you come over to my place tomorrow morning and I'll make you some breakfast?" He pulled up to the end of her driveway and parked on the road.
"Okay. Then I can meet your dad, too?"
"No," he spit out. "He won't be there. He starts work at seven. He doesn't get home usually until after five, later if he stops off somewhere after."
She shouldn't have asked. She wasn't even prepared for her mom to spend any time with him and she gathered her mom was a hundred times more easy going than his dad. Stupid, Beth.
The prospect of being alone at his house with him scared her and excited her at the same time. So many possibilities existed. The morning played in her mind: chatting, getting to know each other over pancakes, snuggling on the couch until he finally kissed her. After kissing for a while, maybe it would lead to more. She clenched her inner thighs together, her body tingling in places it hadn't for quite some time. Gosh, she wanted him to kiss her.
She didn't need to wait. As soon as he had the chance, he rushed in and pressed his lips against hers. She closed her eyes, allowing their lips to flatten together. His lips covered hers, wetting them completely and when he pushed his tongue through the little opening between their lips, it was warm and tickled. It was hard to breathe, but she didn't care. She'd die like this.
The perfect kiss.
Chapter Eight
Harvey didn't dream of stocking shelves, but he got paid to line things up perfectly. Even though most of the money he earned went straight into his father's pocket, it was a step in the right direction if he wanted to reach his ultimate goal of getting away from him. He needed to fill his resume, whether a puny auto shop job or not, if he had any hopes of leaving town and moving to the city.
It took an hour of hard work to perfect and tidy the display, and he placed the last container of Turtle Wax on the shelf. He stepped back to observe the display. He'd done a good job. Every package sat behind the one in front of it, the tops even with one another, in an impeccable line.
"Quality work, Harvey." Nelson came up behind him.
Harvey crossed his arms with pride. "I try. It took a while, but I think I created a masterpiece."
Nelson grabbed the empty box, smashing the sides together. "I'll toss this in the back. How would you like to set up another display?"
"I'd love to." It was awesome to be recognized for his hard work. If he'd taken the time to focus in school, he could've boasted top grades. He wasn't a dummy. He had more to offer than being someone's punching bag. Many days in rehab he spent sitting on the couch talking with Maggie. He didn't like to lie down like others did - he felt much too vulnerable, even around her. In this world few people existed he trusted completely. Maggie was probably the one and only. She'd be so proud of him right now.
"I'll go grab the set up information. You hang tight. I'll be back in a minute." Nelson went to the back room.
Harvey made himself comfortable behind the checkout counter. The store closed in fifteen minutes and the likelihood of any more customers was slim. Harvey wanted to get home and relive the day with Beth. After dropping her off, he had just enough time to change into his work clothes - a pair of khakis, a white polo, covered by his deep green vest. The highlight of his day was finally kissing Beth, and the sweet taste of her tongue lingered on his lips. Thinking about her tongue and those lips other places on his body gave him a hard-on he didn't have time to take care of before work. If the job weren't important, he'd have tamed it and risked being late. The second he got home, he had plans with his dick.
The chimes of the door interrupted Harvey's daydream. The slim man that entered took his baseball cap off and turned it around, stopping when his eyes met Harvey's. "Oh, shit. Ricky."
Ricky
"How about you come over to my place tomorrow morning and I'll make you some breakfast?" He pulled up to the end of her driveway and parked on the road.
"Okay. Then I can meet your dad, too?"
"No," he spit out. "He won't be there. He starts work at seven. He doesn't get home usually until after five, later if he stops off somewhere after."
She shouldn't have asked. She wasn't even prepared for her mom to spend any time with him and she gathered her mom was a hundred times more easy going than his dad. Stupid, Beth.
The prospect of being alone at his house with him scared her and excited her at the same time. So many possibilities existed. The morning played in her mind: chatting, getting to know each other over pancakes, snuggling on the couch until he finally kissed her. After kissing for a while, maybe it would lead to more. She clenched her inner thighs together, her body tingling in places it hadn't for quite some time. Gosh, she wanted him to kiss her.
She didn't need to wait. As soon as he had the chance, he rushed in and pressed his lips against hers. She closed her eyes, allowing their lips to flatten together. His lips covered hers, wetting them completely and when he pushed his tongue through the little opening between their lips, it was warm and tickled. It was hard to breathe, but she didn't care. She'd die like this.
The perfect kiss.
Chapter Eight
Harvey didn't dream of stocking shelves, but he got paid to line things up perfectly. Even though most of the money he earned went straight into his father's pocket, it was a step in the right direction if he wanted to reach his ultimate goal of getting away from him. He needed to fill his resume, whether a puny auto shop job or not, if he had any hopes of leaving town and moving to the city.
It took an hour of hard work to perfect and tidy the display, and he placed the last container of Turtle Wax on the shelf. He stepped back to observe the display. He'd done a good job. Every package sat behind the one in front of it, the tops even with one another, in an impeccable line.
"Quality work, Harvey." Nelson came up behind him.
Harvey crossed his arms with pride. "I try. It took a while, but I think I created a masterpiece."
Nelson grabbed the empty box, smashing the sides together. "I'll toss this in the back. How would you like to set up another display?"
"I'd love to." It was awesome to be recognized for his hard work. If he'd taken the time to focus in school, he could've boasted top grades. He wasn't a dummy. He had more to offer than being someone's punching bag. Many days in rehab he spent sitting on the couch talking with Maggie. He didn't like to lie down like others did - he felt much too vulnerable, even around her. In this world few people existed he trusted completely. Maggie was probably the one and only. She'd be so proud of him right now.
"I'll go grab the set up information. You hang tight. I'll be back in a minute." Nelson went to the back room.
Harvey made himself comfortable behind the checkout counter. The store closed in fifteen minutes and the likelihood of any more customers was slim. Harvey wanted to get home and relive the day with Beth. After dropping her off, he had just enough time to change into his work clothes - a pair of khakis, a white polo, covered by his deep green vest. The highlight of his day was finally kissing Beth, and the sweet taste of her tongue lingered on his lips. Thinking about her tongue and those lips other places on his body gave him a hard-on he didn't have time to take care of before work. If the job weren't important, he'd have tamed it and risked being late. The second he got home, he had plans with his dick.
The chimes of the door interrupted Harvey's daydream. The slim man that entered took his baseball cap off and turned it around, stopping when his eyes met Harvey's. "Oh, shit. Ricky."
Ricky
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