Page 70 of My Turn Petal
“Let’s go have some fun, and forget about this.”
We arrive at the concert, people file in through the venue’s open doors from the loaded streets.
Jude’s shaggy brown hair sticking out above a shirt, petite woman who is his girlfriend, Mila. Next to them with her autumn-dyed hair is Frankie’s cousin, Dylan, and her boyfriend Luka.
“You guys… I missed all of you so much.” She runs to them and everyone gives her, Dylan, and Jude a moment as they hug.
“We missed you too,” they both chant while they hug Frankie.
After a short introduction between everyone, the phones start to capture us from every angle. Frankie takes a few pictures of us as well, sticking our tongues out and kissing.
We move inside, I get Frankie the band’s t-shirt, snacks, and a water bottle.
“All set,” I laugh as I say the words and give her ass a tiny slap.
Merrily, she waltzes inside, her hands full of goodies as the show starts.
I whisper into her ear, “If you are a good girl maybe I would sneak my hand into your jeans.”
“Mmm,” she softly moans back at me, chewing a chocolate bar.
Everyone sings from the top of their lungs, jump, dance, kiss, hug, and huddle. The minutes flow by like water.
My hands are wrapped around her belly, sheltering her from the people that surround us. No one will harass her, I want her to enjoy this moment, and hopefully, it will erase what happened earlier.
I’m having fun but my attention is on Frankie, watching her is way more thrilling. She doesn’t miss any lyric of any song, she oozes pure joy, and I fucking love her like this. So carefree. And absolutely gorgeous.
It’s another memory we can add to our growing collection.
Theo
Theimpactfromthelight hit on my ass startles me.
Staring at the floor, an apple is lying—defeated.
“You threw an apple at me…” I sound surprised although with Frankie, I expect nothing less.
I reach for the apple, tapping my fingers on the soft peeling. “What the apple ever do to you, petal?”
I can play that game too. If she wants to make me head over heels for her, I will do the same. Little does she know—I’m already wrapped around her finger.
“Thought you could use some fiber,” She pouts.
Yes, I could, orgasm monster.
She’s so adorable when she gets angry; her lips pout, her eyes narrow a bit and she crinkles her nose.
My cock strains against its confines.
I want to fuck her so bad. I want to get so deep inside her that she’d scream my name.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, she’s licking her ice cream.
So. Fucking. Teasingly.
I can’t take it anymore. I’m dying to feel those lips around my cock, licking and sucking me.
I stride towards her, her eyes locking with mine, and my chest expands as I breathe heavily. Blood rushing through my veins all the way south. She’s so beautiful, taunting me with those bow-shaped lips. I corner her to the counter, my hands trap her as I press my bulge between her thighs.
