Page 8 of Taking a Tumble
When he tucks me in, I realize he’s still fully clothed. I sit up on my elbows to question him. “Wait, are you leaving? You don’t want to stay?”
He smiles and kisses my forehead. Damn it, he knows every woman’s secret weakness: forehead kisses. “I have to take care of Arlo, he hasn’t been fed and is needier than a dog sometimes. I didn’t expect, uh, us to get this far tonight. Not that I’m complaining!” He rushes to add when he realizes he sounds disappointed. “But maybe you could come over to my place next Friday? A movie date?”
The sleep is closing in, but I manage to agree before I succumb to my dreams.
Chapter 7
Sext Me, Baby
KAZ’RON
“Arlo! Fuckin’ eh, buddy. You’re a godsdamn turtle, how can you get in my way so stealthily?” The creature in question just looks at me like I’m the idiot. I can practically hear him saying,don’t blame me, I have a frickin balloon tied to my shell. You weren’t paying attention.
And he’d be right. I’ve been daydreaming constantly since my date with Tabi Saturday night. When I awoke the next day, I still had the taste of her on my tongue. I’m still in shock that things got that hot and heavy on our first date—at all really. I don’t know what came over me, but when I realized she was teasing me on purpose, deliberately rubbing against my cocks to torture me, it’s as if a switch flipped. All the filthy things I wanted to say to her came pouring out of my mouth, and she fuckinglovedit.
That goddess made me come in my pants like a horny college male—twice. I didn’t tell her about the second time, when I came just from eating her out and making her gush on my face. A male’s ego can only survive so many hits, and she knew she sent me over the edge at the concert.
I dodge Arlo and walk behind the counter, settling in for the slow afternoon. The store had a rush at lunch, but now everyone is back at work or school and I’m left here with my immoral thoughts of the curvy woman and her surprise nipple piercings. Annnd, there go my cocks again. I don’t think they’ve been fully soft since I left Tabi’s house.
As if she knows I’m thinking about her, my phone chimes with a text.
Tabi:
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My phone doesn’t show messages on the lock screen, too many prying eyes around the shop and I tend to leave it on the counter. Eagerly, I swipe open the message thread and nearly drop the device.
A photo fills my screen. Tabi is taking a mirror selfie, but she's completely naked. Her soft skin and curves are nearly all on display, but she’s placed a single finger in front of her strategically, hiding the cleft of her cunt and her nipples from view. Well, most of her nipples. I can still see one of those fucking barbells I know run right through the taut nubs. Her lips are slightly parted in a pout, and as I zoom in I realize she isn’ttotallynaked. She still has on her sexy little glasses that give me innumerous naughty librarian fantasies.
She’s looking directly at me through the camera, that one finger taunting me. I can imagine her shaking it at me as she scolds me. After about forty-five seconds, another text comes through while I’m still staring in a stupor.
Tabi:
I miss you.
Are you busy tonight? Not sure I can wait til Friday. *winky face*
Is she kidding? I’m never fucking busy, and even if I were, I would clear my schedule in a heartbeat if she wanted to see me. She could demand I come do her laundry and I would be there lickity split, asking what type of detergent she prefers. She wants me to handwash her unmentionables? I’ll thoroughly enjoy scrubbing those babies clean—especially after I’ve helped make a mess of them.
What the fuck do I say back? It’s not like I can send some sexy selfie, too. I mean, I don’t even know that I can take a sexy selfie, and no one wants unsolicited dick pics, even though those are by far some of my strongest assets. Remembering she liked my dirty talk before, I decide to just go for it.
Kaz:
Is my troublemaker ready to be bad?
No, nope. Delete that, try again. That sounds like the opening to a bad porno.
Kaz:
You’ve been a naughty girl sending photos like that…
Oh gods, no. Seriously, why am I so bad at this?
Kaz:
Fuck, troublemaker. You have me hard at work right now. The only thing I have planned tonight is to get your sexy body underneath mine so we can pick up where we left off.
Ok, sent. That’s better. I look around the empty shop and realize something critical. I’m the owner, and I can close whenever I want, for whyever I want. And right now, I want to go home and get ready for Tabi to come over and blow my mind. Maybe rub one or two out before she gets here so I don’t embarrass myself when I sink my cocks into her wet heat. I shoot off one more message.
