Page 17 of The Dance
“To make you forget your problems, toots, it’s going to be more than a fucking kiss.”
“Good.”
We leaned in, our mouths meeting in the middle. My hand cupped her cheek, and I deepened the kiss, working my tongue against hers. She tasted like alcohol with a bit of sweetness from the cola. I faintly heard a car start somewhere else in the parking lot, and I figured it was Conrad leaving for the night and leaving us alone.
With her lips still on mine, Stacey moved and straddled my legs. She reached for the seat recliner handle, our mouths still going at it as though we were starving, and she lowered me back.
“I have a condom in my purse,” she said, not pulling away from my lips.
I pulled back. “Came prepared, did we?”
“I might have stopped on the way here.”
“And what if I wasn’t working tonight?” I challenged.
“Might have found someone else.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“Not gonna lie. I’m glad I was working.”
“Me too.” She smiled.
“Okay, but are you sure about this?”
“I’d rather it be with you, but if not, I can find someone else.”
I grunted a laugh. It was almost one. “Where?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll find someone.”
“Well, if you insist.” I smirked.
“Less talking.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Stacey got the condom from her purse while I worked on my jeans and pulled my dick out. I was hardening at just the thought of her heat sinking down on me. Awkwardly, she removed her underwear while still on my lap and handed me the condom. I rolled it on, and a moment later, without a word, she rode me until we were both coming, and I had to open the window to breathe.
6
Stacey
During every break between classes,I grabbed a cup of coffee to get me through the day. I had no idea what I was thinking about going to The Wild Pony and fucking Blake in his truck. I should have gone home, taken a hot shower, and then gone to bed. But I didn’t. I went to the bar looking for him because I needed to let off some steam, and I was paying for it.
I couldn’t sleep once classes were over either because I had to turn in applications at every bar within a five-mile radius of campus and my apartment. Luckily, The Wild Pony wasn’t that close to campus. Once I was done turning in applications, I grabbed food from Whataburger and headed to my apartment. I had homework to do before I could call it a day.
That plan changed when I walked in the door. “Hey,” I greeted Molly and locked the door behind me.
“Hey! So, did you get a job?”
“Nope. I just handed off the applications. Is that a bad sign?” I dropped onto the couch next to her and opened the fast-food bag, grabbing a fry and sticking it into my mouth.
“I don’t think so, but I want to talk to you about something.”
My back stiffened as I stopped chewing the potato goodness in my mouth. “You’re scaring me.”
