Read Online The Love Letters: A Novella by Ashley Pullo - Free Book Online
Authors: Ashley Pullo
Ads: Link
here every Sunday?” I’m shocked – Nat’s the type of girl that surrounds herself in fun and rarely gets too serious. Damn, she’s the most profound creature I have ever met.
I furrow my eyebrows in amazement as she nods proudly. And it’s in that silent nod of affirmation that my feelings are confirmed – I’m in love with her.
“Natalie, you’re everything.”
“Je suis ton étoile, n’est ce pas?”
2002-12-17
0900 hours
Nat’s old bedroom is like a mind-trip to Saved by the Bell . In fact, lying below a poster of Mario Lopez and sporting my morning boner is just too much.
I shake Natalie’s shoulders and say, “I’m taking a shower. Let’s get going – Christmas in NYC today.”
“In a minute. I can’t move my legs,” she whines.
Last night we decided to sleep over at Nat’s house because it was so late and frankly, I couldn’t suffer an hour train ride without getting my hands on her. Judy laid out bedding for the sofa downstairs, condoning my blatant intentions to screw her daughter. I tried to remain as respectful as possible by not allowing any sex noises to creep from Nat’s room. So . . .
I fucked her on the bathroom counter with the shower running.
“Nat, Mario is staring at my dick,” I say standing from her bed and stretching my arms.
“Mmm, I bet.” She rolls over and smiles. “Doesn’t he have the most amazing dimples?”
“Get out of bed and come help me with this,” I demand while posing like Superman.
“Why Zach Parker, I had no idea you had a thing for Slater.” She giggles while pointing to my manly erection. I jump on top of her, making the twin bed creak and shake, and then run my tongue over her bare stomach. I tickle her ribs and she flails her arms, begging for me to stop.
“You’re bad. Turn over – I want to spank you!” I say as a knock raps against the bedroom door.
“Natalie, Zach? I made blueberry pancakes and turkey bacon. Come down and have some breakfast?” Judy calls through the door.
“Turkey bacon,” I whisper.
“Give us twenty minutes! Zach is showing me how to clean his weapon.” Natalie snorts. I shake my head and laugh into her chest, a little embarrassed, but incredibly turned on by her candor.
“Oh, good Lord,” Judy mumbles.
I stare down at Natalie’s glowing face and move the strand of hair covering her eyes. “What am I going to do with you?” I ask hypothetically.
“Don’t leave me.” She sighs.
1200 hours
I slowly take my last bite.
Tenderly passing the caramelized flesh across my lips and moaning in pleasure upon the comforting taste of heaven.
Sweet and tangy – just like her.
“Mmm,” I growl. Licking my lips and my saucy thumbs, I let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, yeah, so, so good.”
Natalie wraps her arm around my waist and laughs. “You have some sauce right . . . there. Just dangling by your mouth like an invitation.”
Returning my barbeque ribs to their pillow of cornbread, I ask, “Oh really? My face gets messy because of my insatiable appetite.”
Smiling, Natalie reaches in to kiss me. It’s a weird and exciting sensation to feel a person smile as they kiss you – and Natalie is a sensation I feel all over my body.
Her hand slides under the table and lands on my thigh. Making her way to the waist of my jeans, she whispers into my ear, “There’s nothing messy about the way you eat.”
Taking her hand from my pants, I move our joined hands between her thighs. Turning my body to shield us from the other diners, I then lift her skirt and thrust my hand against her tights. “I need it. It’s just so good and warm and I’m so hungry . . .” I’m interrupted by Natalie’s smirk and growing laughter.
“Are you talking about the barbecue or me? Because let’s be honest, this place is a tourist trap with mediocre meat.”
“If only there was a way to combine Virgil’s and Natalie,” I suggest.
Nat snaps her head back in laughter and pretends to fan herself.
I furrow my eyebrows in amazement as she nods proudly. And it’s in that silent nod of affirmation that my feelings are confirmed – I’m in love with her.
“Natalie, you’re everything.”
“Je suis ton étoile, n’est ce pas?”
2002-12-17
0900 hours
Nat’s old bedroom is like a mind-trip to Saved by the Bell . In fact, lying below a poster of Mario Lopez and sporting my morning boner is just too much.
I shake Natalie’s shoulders and say, “I’m taking a shower. Let’s get going – Christmas in NYC today.”
“In a minute. I can’t move my legs,” she whines.
Last night we decided to sleep over at Nat’s house because it was so late and frankly, I couldn’t suffer an hour train ride without getting my hands on her. Judy laid out bedding for the sofa downstairs, condoning my blatant intentions to screw her daughter. I tried to remain as respectful as possible by not allowing any sex noises to creep from Nat’s room. So . . .
I fucked her on the bathroom counter with the shower running.
“Nat, Mario is staring at my dick,” I say standing from her bed and stretching my arms.
“Mmm, I bet.” She rolls over and smiles. “Doesn’t he have the most amazing dimples?”
“Get out of bed and come help me with this,” I demand while posing like Superman.
“Why Zach Parker, I had no idea you had a thing for Slater.” She giggles while pointing to my manly erection. I jump on top of her, making the twin bed creak and shake, and then run my tongue over her bare stomach. I tickle her ribs and she flails her arms, begging for me to stop.
“You’re bad. Turn over – I want to spank you!” I say as a knock raps against the bedroom door.
“Natalie, Zach? I made blueberry pancakes and turkey bacon. Come down and have some breakfast?” Judy calls through the door.
“Turkey bacon,” I whisper.
“Give us twenty minutes! Zach is showing me how to clean his weapon.” Natalie snorts. I shake my head and laugh into her chest, a little embarrassed, but incredibly turned on by her candor.
“Oh, good Lord,” Judy mumbles.
I stare down at Natalie’s glowing face and move the strand of hair covering her eyes. “What am I going to do with you?” I ask hypothetically.
“Don’t leave me.” She sighs.
1200 hours
I slowly take my last bite.
Tenderly passing the caramelized flesh across my lips and moaning in pleasure upon the comforting taste of heaven.
Sweet and tangy – just like her.
“Mmm,” I growl. Licking my lips and my saucy thumbs, I let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, yeah, so, so good.”
Natalie wraps her arm around my waist and laughs. “You have some sauce right . . . there. Just dangling by your mouth like an invitation.”
Returning my barbeque ribs to their pillow of cornbread, I ask, “Oh really? My face gets messy because of my insatiable appetite.”
Smiling, Natalie reaches in to kiss me. It’s a weird and exciting sensation to feel a person smile as they kiss you – and Natalie is a sensation I feel all over my body.
Her hand slides under the table and lands on my thigh. Making her way to the waist of my jeans, she whispers into my ear, “There’s nothing messy about the way you eat.”
Taking her hand from my pants, I move our joined hands between her thighs. Turning my body to shield us from the other diners, I then lift her skirt and thrust my hand against her tights. “I need it. It’s just so good and warm and I’m so hungry . . .” I’m interrupted by Natalie’s smirk and growing laughter.
“Are you talking about the barbecue or me? Because let’s be honest, this place is a tourist trap with mediocre meat.”
“If only there was a way to combine Virgil’s and Natalie,” I suggest.
Nat snaps her head back in laughter and pretends to fan herself.
Similar Books
