Page 18 of Sexting the Tattooed Outlaw
I don’t know how,but Kay successfully avoids me when she gets home from work. I worked in the side pasture all afternoon in anticipation of her arrival, and still somehow I missed her. One minute I was loading hay, the next I glanced up and saw her car already parked in the driveway like it’d been there all along.
“Where’s Kayla?” I ask Mr. Beaumont when I come inside, trying to sound nonchalant. Still, the old man fixes his eyes on me with a knowing look.
“Upstairs,” he replies. “She says she’s not feeling well.”
His tone implies he doesn’t believe it’s the truth. And I have to admit, I agree.
Not feeling well, the day after our run in? I doubt it’s a coincidence. Seems like Kay is an expert in avoiding me. Well, I’m not going to let her avoid me forever. But if she needs a cool down after our night of confessions, so be it.
I’m here til the end of the week, at least. Though Kay’s parents swear I don’t have to make things up to them, I don’t feel like I’ve worked off my debt to them yet. And I’ve still got one more surprise in store for the family, one that I hope will help finally heal the wound I caused as a dumb teenager.
As for Kay, though…I don’t know how to begin to make things up to her. For a moment last night, I thought maybe we’d had a breakthrough. Maybe she would at least let us be friends, if not more.
But then the moment passed as quickly as it had come. Now I’m not sure what to think. I go upstairs, to the guest bedroom that used to be mine when I was in high school and the Beaumonts took me in. Some of the features are still the same, like the horse printed wallpaper and the large oak bed frame and dresser.
Being back here brings back old memories in the best and the worst of ways.
Worst: Remembering those hard times in high school. The way my mom was never around. The way I found out that my dad lived in Wild Bronco, had always lived here, and simply didn’t want to be in my life, happy to let me grow up the way that I did as long as it didn’t cause his marriage to crash down.
Best: Remembering my friendship with Kay Beaumont. Her honey colored curls on my shoulder when she fell asleep on me after a night of studying together and playing video games. Her giggles and smiles, the way she always looked at me like I was brand new, no sins, no troubled present.
Back then I fantasized about growing into the kind of man her parents would accept, and that she would accept. I knew I wasn’t that kind of guy yet, but I dreamed I could become one with enough discipline and hard work.
And then…
I take a shower, letting the steaming hot water rain down on my back as I think of Kay. Even though I know there’s no way she can know what I'm doing, I still feel guilty as I fist my cock in my hand, sliding my hand over the shaft as I remember the way she pressed her tits against me last night in the bar.
I imagine she belongs to me, and soon I’m ejaculating all over the shower floor, with nothing but her on my mind.
There.
Another tradition fulfilled.
When I lived here before, I’d usually finish a day of hard ranch work with a shower and jacking off thinking of Kay – my boss’s daughter and the last girl in the world who should have been in my filthy teenage fantasies.
Here I am again.Some habits don’t change.
When I get out of the shower, I look at my phone.
Kay might be avoiding a face to face conversation with me…but maybe she’d text me.
CHAPTER 9
KAY
It’s late.
I’m laying in bed pretending I don’t exist when my phone chimes. It’s an unknown number. Must be that damn Boyfriend Bot again. Guess he’s done giving me the space I asked for.
Fuck it. I’m in the mood to blow off some steam, and since Boyfriend Bot has no feelings, I guess there’s no harm.
Boyfriend Bot: How are you doing?
Me: Fucking awful. Thanks for asking.
The response is nearly instant.
Boyfriend Bot: I’m sorry to hear that. Anything I can do to help?
