I grined wider. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“That’s not the point.”
“It’s exactly the point. You don’t want to introduce her to me because you’re just having sex with her.”
“It sounds so crass when you say it that way.”
“Shane, it’s ok. I’m the one who encouraged you to date more.” I grinned and added, “If you don’t want to introduce me to your fuck buddy, I understand.”
“Would you stop saying that?”
“Is she pretty?”
“Erica, I’m not comfortable talking about this.”
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“I bet she is pretty. How old is she?”
“Erica.”
“Hmm, let’s see. Mom was thirty-one and you were twenty-two when you met, so you like your women about nine years older than yourself. So that would put her around forty then, right?” I was smiling hard.
He grinned back. “I’m not playing this game.”
“Oh my god, she’s older, isn’t she? What, like fifty or sixty?”
He began laughing. “Stop it.”
“Wait, she doesn’t have dentures, does she? I’ve heard some guys like that.”
“Erica!” His eyes sparkled with laughter.
“Wait a second. Maybe she isn’t older than you. Maybe you went after a younger one this time.”
His smile faltered for a split second, then returned, “Are you finished?”
“That’s it, isn’t it? How much younger?”
He chuckled and shook his head.
“Twenty-eight? Twenty-five?”
He kept smiling, refusing to answer.
“Ok, tell me one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“She’s out of high school, right?” I asked with a grin.
“Erica!”
“I’m going to have to hook you up with Danni or Kelly.”
He gave me a quizzical look. “Your friends?”
“Yeah, they’re the only two of my friends who aren’t dating older guys.”
He smiled and shook his head again. “You’re bad.”
“So, you’re not spilling it, are you?”
He grinned. “Obviously not.”
“Damn,” I said, and laid my head back against his chest. I slid my hand around his stomach and pulled myself into him. His arm felt good around my shoulders.
My eyes naturally landed on his crotch, and it took me a second to realize what I was seeing. I could see the outline of his cock in his tight jeans, and while he wasn’t completely hard, it was swollen enough to be noticeable. I stared at it for several seconds, then smiled softly.
I shifted against him, turning slightly and bending my leg so that my thigh was lying across his knee. I watched with interest as his cock seemed to stiffen further.
“Mmm, you’re so warm,” I said, and shifted again, pressing my body against him, rubbing my thigh on his.
It had the desired effect. The bulge in his pants grew, as his cock got even harder. I felt a wet warmth between my legs.
“Erica?”
“Yes, Shane?”
“I’ve got to run downtown. You want to go with me?”
I held onto him tighter. “No, I want to stay here, just like this.”
“I have to pick up some things,” he said, beginning to sit up.
I moved off of him and sat back, opening my eyes to sleepily look up at him. “Ok, I’ll go with you.”
“Great,” he said, putting his hand on my thigh as he sat up and stood. “I’ll be ready to go in ten minutes.”
I watched him leave the room as waves of pleasure flowed out from where he touched me.
Chapter 7
When Shane and I got downtown, we decided to split up and meet back at the car in an hour. The town’s main street was filled with small shops that I loved to browse through. I hit a few clothing stores, then decided to get a coffee at Starbucks.
I was standing in line, when a felt a presence close behind me. I was about to turn when a pair of hands came from behind and clamped over my eyes.
“Guess who?” a fake high voice said. The voice definitely didn’t match the strong rough hands against my skin.
I smiled and said, “I have no idea. Give me a clue.”
The person pressed close against me, put their mouth right next to my ear, and whispered in a deep low voice, “We used to fuck in the back seat of my Camaro.”
Joey! I smiled wide, but said, “Sorry, that doesn’t narrow it down much. How about another clue?”
“Hey!” he said with a chuckle, and I spun around to look at him, grinning.
“Joey!” I gave him a tight hug.
“Hey babe, how ya been?” His arms felt good around me.
“I’ve been good,” I said, smiling wide at him. “What have you been up to?”
He shrugged. “Just home from school. Working construction with my dad for the summer. Look at you. All grown up.”
I wasn’t the only one who had grown up. In the three years since I had seen him, his wiry teenage frame had morphed into the muscular body of a man. But some parts were still the same. His fascinating dimples over his square jaw. His jet black hair that he still wore too long. But most importantly, he still had that dangerous glint in his eyes — the one that caused us girls to get that fluttery feeling deep inside. My hands were still on his shoulders, and I felt the muscles flexing under his shirt.
“You’re looking good yourself, Joey.”
He gave me that cute uneven grin that always melted my heart, no matter how much of a pussy hound I knew he was.
“How’s college treating ya?” he asked.
“Good. Glad the first year is over though, and I’m ready for a nice long break.”
“Meet anyone special?”
I knew what he was asking. That was Joey-speak for “Did you fuck anyone?”
“A few guys,” I replied, giving him a sexy smile. I didn’t bother asking if he had. That was a given with him.
“Anyone I need to worry about?” There was that smile again. No matter how many girls he slept with, he treated each one as if they were his own, and they all enjoyed that attitude from him.
I smiled. “You were never the worrying type Joey.”
He chuckled, but didn’t deny it.
“So Erica. You and me. We should get together, you know, talk about old times.”
“Sounds like fun.”
His eyes traveled down to my breasts, and soaked them in for a long moment. When other guys looked at me
