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“And your mom found out.” She waits for me to say that also didn’t happen, but when she realizes I’m not going to tell her that, horror clouds her face.
“Oh God! Oh God! Waylon!”
Having her repeat her plea and say my name has an impact on me that it shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be thinking of Oakley in my bed, shouting my name after I’ve buried myself deep inside of her. She’s way too young and way too…not for me. No matter the fact that I’ve been seeing her as something other than my sister’s little friend since last night, when I got a hint of how her pussy smells.
“Waylon,” her voice pulls me back to reality, “She…she won’t ever let me see Terry again if she finds out I was drinking and that we lied to get Landry to serve us alcohol.”
I take her face in my hands and tilt it up so she'll look at me. “I’ll take care of it.”
I can’t stand seeing her so upset with tears standing in her eyes. I just can’t take it.
“I won’t let that happen, Oakley. I’ll think of something to tell her, okay.”
“Please don’t tell her I was drinking. She’ll think I’m awful. She’ll tell Terry to stay away from me and then…”
“Shh. I’ll take care of it, Oakley.”
I lean forward to place a kiss on her forehead, but somehow it ends up landing on her upturned mouth. Which is incredibly stupid, but even stupider to do it again…which I do. And again. When she gasps against my lips, I have to hold myself back from taking it any further.
The gasp Oakley takes is echoed…by my sister. I raise my head and stare at her, staring at me and her friend. Oakley whispers so low I’m pretty sure only I can hear her.
“Shit.”
“Uh, Mom and Nan are outside waiting for you to come out and explain…things.”
“Yeah, I know. Care to help me figure out what to tell them?”
Chapter Five
Oakley
Silence settles over the three of us for a moment until Waylon finally throws his hands up in the air and walks out of the room, leaving me and my best friend staring at one another.
“So, you and…”
“It’s not what you think.”
We both talk at the same time and then fall back into silence.
“I brought clothes.” She pulls out a shirt and shorts from her backpack. “And your phone.”
“Oh my God! Thank you! Thank you so much!” I grab for them.
“You know, so you don’t have to do the walk of shame.” She gives me one of her tilted, half-assed smiles that usually tickle me.
“That’s not funny,” I say the words, but I’m smiling even as I say them. “I just want to get out of here and pretend last night never happened.”
“I wonder what Waylon is telling Mom and Nan.” I wonder too. God, hopefully it doesn’t start with she was drunk and ends with don’t ever let Terry around her again.
“You think it’s safe to leave?”
“I think we could probably sneak out the back.” She takes me by the hand and drags me through the house.
We make it as far as the gate only to find it locked.
“Damn! I should have known the Boy Scout would have locked it up tighter than a bank vault. Come on. Maybe we can sneak by them, and they won’t realize.”
I have my doubts that’s going to happen, but I don’t say anything. I don’t have a better idea so…
