Page 6 of Naughty & Nice

“I didn’t fish much back home. My friend Zach and I would hit the lake occasionally, but I never caught anything bigger than a postage stamp there.” I laugh.

“Well, get ready for Jurassic Park fish, my friend. Everything is bigger in Sycamore Mountain.” Jason barely completes his sentence before we turn onto a dirt road lined with cars. There have to be fifty of them.

“Is this his place? Hell, I didn’t know this many people lived here.”

“Oh, they probably don’t. They come from far and wide for Sam’s parties. Fuck. A lot of them crash at his place afterward. Everyone’s learned by now to bring a tent and stay the night. Not worth driving after tying one on.”

Looking at Jason skeptically, I consider how I’m getting home.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to behave tonight. We’ve got to be at the station at six in the morning. When we leave, I figured I’ll drop you at your house and probably head straight to the station so I’m there and ready to go.”

“Not a bad idea. Good thing I don’t live far. I might do the same.”

Jason parks his black Ford F150, and we head toward the sound of music in the distance. It looks more like a festival than a private party.

“So, would this guy really turn someone away who drove all this way if they weren’t wearing this ridiculous shirt?”

“Try him.” Jason chuckles.

Appears so.

“Hey, Jason. Good to see ya. Love the shirt,” the vivacious redhead greets as she thrusts her tits out for his approval. She’s wearing a low-cut V-neck shirt that reads, ‘I like books & beard burn.’

Holy hell.

“Who’s your friend? I hope he’s got a ticket to ride.”

I’m unsure I want to know exactly what she’s referring to.

“Unzip, Trev,” Jason encourages, slapping me on the back.

I open my running jacket to reveal my shirt, which reads, ‘I like dogs & double Ds.’Good Lord, this is embarrassing.

“Nice,” the freckle-faced girl responds. Her tits are nice, but they’re clearly not double Ds. Not that I’ve ever been picky about breast size. I love them in all shapes and sizes. Large, soft, small, and firm, creamy or dark, pink nipples or large tan areolas. Doesn’t matter. I’m a breast man, through and through. I prefer natural but wouldn’t turn down a perky artificial pair.

“Umph.” Hearing this, I turn suddenly to see a slender pair of arms draped around Jason’s neck.

“Hey, Addy. Drop in anytime.” He laughs.

As the stunning creature from behind him emerges, my mouth goes dry. Holy fuck. That’s got to be the head-turner from The Cellar Bar the other night. Standing before me with a radiant smile, she’s about five foot ten and has long dark hair and mesmerizing blue eyes. Her beauty so entrances me I almost miss the tight white T-shirt with the words, ‘I like big dicks & men who know how to use them.’Classy.

“Addison, meet Trevor Laurence. He’s new to the station,” Jason says to her with a wink.

What’s that about?

Before I can say hello, she’s strolling in my direction, closer than one would anticipate was normal for an introduction, and begins to trace the writing on my shirt. This intrusion into my personal space would’ve been a turn-on before Ashley. Now, however, I need to make it clear I have boundaries.

“Hi, Trevor,” she purrs, continuing to follow the letters before her with her index finger. “That’s too bad,” she continues.

“What’s that?” My words come out clipped, more like a grumble, given her proximity to me. Stifling my desire to pursue this woman is making me tense.

“They’re only a C.” She pouts. “Do you have any?”

Tits?I can’t help my confused stare.

“Dogs.”

“No,” I reply.

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