Chloe could have a lot of fun together. Tell me, what would you be doing at this company? Do you want me to fire some questions at you?” Luckily, I see the entrance to the station and simply find it easier to flash him a smile and pat his leg.
“Dad, I will get a job.” But what I really want is a life.
He turns into the small parking lot fit for a movie set as I put on my pumps. Dad stops as close as possible to the ticket booth with the car idling. I grab my book and tea and delicately exit into the sweatfest of commuter hell.
“Natalie, you’ll be great. Call us when you leave.” Dad reaches toward my door and gives me a thumbs-up. I blush as a young kid passes by and returns Dad’s fatherly gesture with a middle finger. He’s like thirteen, but seriously?
“Eh, nique ta mere, you little jerk,” I yell after him. I lean into the car and smile at Dad. “Thank you for . . . everything.” After shutting the door, I head to the ticket booth and purchase my roundtrip golden ticket for a whopping fifteen dollars. Climbing the platform to my destiny, I say a silent prayer.
“Cute.” A sexy voice with a hint of boyish charm interrupts my concentration. I’m pretty sure there were only five people waiting for the train, so which asshole marked me as someone that wants to chat? I look up to see who’s disturbing my French cram session, and holy fuck, my panties may drop by telepathy.
The stats: sandy brown hair long enough to form a little flip near his ears, smoldering navy eyes, bitable pink lips, slight shadow on his rigid jaw, thick neck . . . keep going , broad shoulders, fitted shirt, hairless chest . . . lower , muscular thighs, bulge in his crotch . . . look at his hand , ding, ding, ding, NO RING! This guy doesn’t know it, but he’s been the muse of most of my private sexual pleasure.
“Sorry?” I say, wondering if that one comment was a pick-up line.
“Your book.” He motions to Le Petit Prince resting in my lap. I mean come on, it was the first thing I grabbed and now it’s going to be my ruin.
“Oh. Just a little light reading for the train.” I smile, hoping he catches my sarcasm.
“Right. I have a couple Dr. Seuss books in my bag, but I still haven’t mastered the comings and goings of Dick and Jane.” His smirk is full of arrogance as his knee brushes against mine. “You look vaguely familiar, Greenwich High?” He tilts his head trying to place me, and I predict that he will be placing me beneath him in the near future.
“No, I went to school in Toronto,” I answer.
“Ah, tennis club?” He runs his eyes up my legs and stops somewhere around my tits. I cross my legs in the other direction, totally toying with his boyish mannerisms. My calf rests against the outside of his knee, so he spreads his legs further apart in order to trap me inside him again. Hot.
“Do you honestly think I engage in physical activity with knockers like this?” I smile seductively as his head snaps back in laughter.
He licks his lips and runs his hand through his hair. “Damn. Well I’m sure I would enjoy you bouncing around on a tennis court.”
C’mon, I know all the sleight of hand tricks, I’ve mastered them. Now it’s my move. I lean forward to place my hand on the inside of his thigh, right above his knee.
“I’m Natalie. We should fuck. And then maybe go to the library.” Now, before I’m deemed the supreme whore with no business being so incredibly forward, this shit works. Get it all out in the open. No confusing expectations and no prolonged banter only to find out they’re gay or married. Take the power and make him earn it! Besides, I love the way a man tries to mentally process information while his dick instantly commits to whatever I want.
“Holy shit, I thought women like you were an urban legend. I’m Zach, and before we make plans to go the library, let’s discuss the sex.” He squeezes my legs between his thighs, not the least bit thrown by my
“Dad, I will get a job.” But what I really want is a life.
He turns into the small parking lot fit for a movie set as I put on my pumps. Dad stops as close as possible to the ticket booth with the car idling. I grab my book and tea and delicately exit into the sweatfest of commuter hell.
“Natalie, you’ll be great. Call us when you leave.” Dad reaches toward my door and gives me a thumbs-up. I blush as a young kid passes by and returns Dad’s fatherly gesture with a middle finger. He’s like thirteen, but seriously?
“Eh, nique ta mere, you little jerk,” I yell after him. I lean into the car and smile at Dad. “Thank you for . . . everything.” After shutting the door, I head to the ticket booth and purchase my roundtrip golden ticket for a whopping fifteen dollars. Climbing the platform to my destiny, I say a silent prayer.
“Cute.” A sexy voice with a hint of boyish charm interrupts my concentration. I’m pretty sure there were only five people waiting for the train, so which asshole marked me as someone that wants to chat? I look up to see who’s disturbing my French cram session, and holy fuck, my panties may drop by telepathy.
The stats: sandy brown hair long enough to form a little flip near his ears, smoldering navy eyes, bitable pink lips, slight shadow on his rigid jaw, thick neck . . . keep going , broad shoulders, fitted shirt, hairless chest . . . lower , muscular thighs, bulge in his crotch . . . look at his hand , ding, ding, ding, NO RING! This guy doesn’t know it, but he’s been the muse of most of my private sexual pleasure.
“Sorry?” I say, wondering if that one comment was a pick-up line.
“Your book.” He motions to Le Petit Prince resting in my lap. I mean come on, it was the first thing I grabbed and now it’s going to be my ruin.
“Oh. Just a little light reading for the train.” I smile, hoping he catches my sarcasm.
“Right. I have a couple Dr. Seuss books in my bag, but I still haven’t mastered the comings and goings of Dick and Jane.” His smirk is full of arrogance as his knee brushes against mine. “You look vaguely familiar, Greenwich High?” He tilts his head trying to place me, and I predict that he will be placing me beneath him in the near future.
“No, I went to school in Toronto,” I answer.
“Ah, tennis club?” He runs his eyes up my legs and stops somewhere around my tits. I cross my legs in the other direction, totally toying with his boyish mannerisms. My calf rests against the outside of his knee, so he spreads his legs further apart in order to trap me inside him again. Hot.
“Do you honestly think I engage in physical activity with knockers like this?” I smile seductively as his head snaps back in laughter.
He licks his lips and runs his hand through his hair. “Damn. Well I’m sure I would enjoy you bouncing around on a tennis court.”
C’mon, I know all the sleight of hand tricks, I’ve mastered them. Now it’s my move. I lean forward to place my hand on the inside of his thigh, right above his knee.
“I’m Natalie. We should fuck. And then maybe go to the library.” Now, before I’m deemed the supreme whore with no business being so incredibly forward, this shit works. Get it all out in the open. No confusing expectations and no prolonged banter only to find out they’re gay or married. Take the power and make him earn it! Besides, I love the way a man tries to mentally process information while his dick instantly commits to whatever I want.
“Holy shit, I thought women like you were an urban legend. I’m Zach, and before we make plans to go the library, let’s discuss the sex.” He squeezes my legs between his thighs, not the least bit thrown by my
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