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sweats so I could bend her over and bang her right there. I wanted to know if she was smooth-shaved or if she had a sexy blonde landing strip on what would undoubtedly be a pale pink pussy to match her pale pink nipples.
I’d pushed her the night she found me jerking off. I’d needed to know if this insane attraction was one-sided. Sometimes it was so hard to tell with Ave. And contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t the risk-taker everyone made me out to be. There was a reason I was alone, why I kept my walls up almost as high as Ave’s, why I didn’t do friends and never, ever girlfriends.
If I was going to put myself out there for Ave, there had to be a reason. She had to want me as much as I wanted her.
The fire burning at a low blaze inside her almost combusted my heart. Every dare I gave she threw back at me with so much heat I could barely think around her. My words came out wrong, all wrong. I’d resorted to macho instincts when it came to her because I wanted her in my bed, every night. It killed me to have her two doors away and always denying me.
I should never have taken her out on my bike.
I wanted to get her back out on the road as soon as I could.
Ave had me tied in knots.
With her arms wrapped tightly around my stomach and her thighs pressed to mine as we’d sped along the Brazos Trail, I’d been in that moment with her. I thought about many more moments like that in the future with her. Her lips had nuzzled my neck and the thrill of her warm mouth on my skin superseded the thrill of the ride. A first. Her hair had whipped both our faces. Her laughter caused shockwaves to reverberate down to my thighs.
Her face had glowed when I’d helped her off the bike. Her cheeks had been rosy and her tropical blue eyes wide with wonder as we stood at the overlook. I’d only had eyes for her. She was more beautiful than any painting, any of nature’s glories, and by far more stunning than any woman I’d ever met.
Our kiss had been so close. Her eyes drifted closed. Her head had tilted for mine. Her breath slipped across my mouth and her lips parted in anticipation. Anticipation I’d savored one moment too long. A single kiss with Ave would be the end of everything else I knew. That almost-kiss was a mistake.
I’d never be the same again. I didn’t know if I was ready to change. I didn’t think she’d want me if she knew what I really was. How could she?
I don’t have conquests. I have fucks. That was the damn truth. I’d never seduced a chick. I’d never had to. Never wanted to. Never needed to. Until now, that was.
The near-miss kiss was an accident I wanted to make a reality.
****
Another day. Another five hundred dollars waiting to be made tonight .
I thought my head was going to explode. The one hugged by my cranium and the one on top of my cock.
Ave didn’t bust into the bathroom on me again. I failed to catch her during bath time again . I jerked off to her. I bet she buzzed away with her bullet to thoughts of me at night.
Even though Ave had no problem giving me a piece of her mind as our standoff continued—what I liked to call the Great Roommate Détente of 2012—she sure had a problem getting rid of one single article of clothing from her hiding-in-plain-sight arsenal.
Gone were the rare viewings of tight jeans, sexy thermal shirts, silky halter tops or any tops, for that matter, that hinted at the gorgeous girl beneath.
Every day with Ave it was the same damn thing: same sensible shoes, same baggy clothes. Same frumpy, old maid, bought from the Goodwill bargain bins shit covering up the hot-as-hell, sexy bombshell hiding under that serviceable crap-colored sweater-blouse combo she wore.
I couldn’t wait to burn that shit so she could be the heart-stopping, pulse-pounding, self-assured woman she was meant to be.
From her bright blue eyes to the long wheat colored hair untouched by highlights or hairspray, she was unexplored territory. Fresh, good, clean, wholesome, and
I’d pushed her the night she found me jerking off. I’d needed to know if this insane attraction was one-sided. Sometimes it was so hard to tell with Ave. And contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t the risk-taker everyone made me out to be. There was a reason I was alone, why I kept my walls up almost as high as Ave’s, why I didn’t do friends and never, ever girlfriends.
If I was going to put myself out there for Ave, there had to be a reason. She had to want me as much as I wanted her.
The fire burning at a low blaze inside her almost combusted my heart. Every dare I gave she threw back at me with so much heat I could barely think around her. My words came out wrong, all wrong. I’d resorted to macho instincts when it came to her because I wanted her in my bed, every night. It killed me to have her two doors away and always denying me.
I should never have taken her out on my bike.
I wanted to get her back out on the road as soon as I could.
Ave had me tied in knots.
With her arms wrapped tightly around my stomach and her thighs pressed to mine as we’d sped along the Brazos Trail, I’d been in that moment with her. I thought about many more moments like that in the future with her. Her lips had nuzzled my neck and the thrill of her warm mouth on my skin superseded the thrill of the ride. A first. Her hair had whipped both our faces. Her laughter caused shockwaves to reverberate down to my thighs.
Her face had glowed when I’d helped her off the bike. Her cheeks had been rosy and her tropical blue eyes wide with wonder as we stood at the overlook. I’d only had eyes for her. She was more beautiful than any painting, any of nature’s glories, and by far more stunning than any woman I’d ever met.
Our kiss had been so close. Her eyes drifted closed. Her head had tilted for mine. Her breath slipped across my mouth and her lips parted in anticipation. Anticipation I’d savored one moment too long. A single kiss with Ave would be the end of everything else I knew. That almost-kiss was a mistake.
I’d never be the same again. I didn’t know if I was ready to change. I didn’t think she’d want me if she knew what I really was. How could she?
I don’t have conquests. I have fucks. That was the damn truth. I’d never seduced a chick. I’d never had to. Never wanted to. Never needed to. Until now, that was.
The near-miss kiss was an accident I wanted to make a reality.
****
Another day. Another five hundred dollars waiting to be made tonight .
I thought my head was going to explode. The one hugged by my cranium and the one on top of my cock.
Ave didn’t bust into the bathroom on me again. I failed to catch her during bath time again . I jerked off to her. I bet she buzzed away with her bullet to thoughts of me at night.
Even though Ave had no problem giving me a piece of her mind as our standoff continued—what I liked to call the Great Roommate Détente of 2012—she sure had a problem getting rid of one single article of clothing from her hiding-in-plain-sight arsenal.
Gone were the rare viewings of tight jeans, sexy thermal shirts, silky halter tops or any tops, for that matter, that hinted at the gorgeous girl beneath.
Every day with Ave it was the same damn thing: same sensible shoes, same baggy clothes. Same frumpy, old maid, bought from the Goodwill bargain bins shit covering up the hot-as-hell, sexy bombshell hiding under that serviceable crap-colored sweater-blouse combo she wore.
I couldn’t wait to burn that shit so she could be the heart-stopping, pulse-pounding, self-assured woman she was meant to be.
From her bright blue eyes to the long wheat colored hair untouched by highlights or hairspray, she was unexplored territory. Fresh, good, clean, wholesome, and
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