Page 2 of Please and Tease (Sweet Treats 6)

I stare at him.

“But now it’s my turn to join?”

Uncle Richard looked uncomfortable, and pulled at the collar of his red plaid shirt.

“You don’t have to join, Naomi. Not all daughters do. But I wanted to give you the chance just in case you’re interested because it can be the right opportunity for the right girl.”

I stare at him, dumbstruck.

“But how can sleeping with a lot of different guys be the right thing to do? I thought most girls got married and had kids after high school. They don’t go around hooking up with random guys who are strangers too.”

Richard nodded.

“A lot of the girls in our small town do get married young, but this is a different path. Through Dads and Daughters, you’ll be able to explore without leaving our city. You’ll be able to be with a lot of different men, and no one will know. You’ll be able to become a woman in full, and then pick up right where you left off after your tour is done. It’s a way to get that extra energy out of your system while you’re young, Naomi. And trust me: you’re a feisty girl who needs an outlet. This could be good for you.”

Uncle Richard was right. I decided to go through with the club’s initiation process, and it was wonderful. I lost my innocence to a burly trucker who kissed me everywhere, and after that, the switch flipped to “on.” I went from being an innocent teen girl to a curvy woman ready to share.

For the first year, I was meeting truckers almost every night. I was servicing different men and absolutely loving it. There were times when I would leave one man in the morning to go home, rest a few hours, only to get ready in the evening to meet another man. It was absolute hedonism and I had so much fun.

But now I’m in my second year, and my schedule has settled a bit. Now I only see three men a week. It’s pleasurable, it’s fun, and I enjoy it. I’m not sure when my tour with Dads and Daughters will end, but I hope it lasts another year at least. This is just too great of a lifestyle to give up.

Now, in Michael’s truck, I’m reminded of what I enjoy the most. I just made love to a gorgeous, handsome alpha male last night, and I’m limping a bit from his savage ways.

“Babycakes, are you up?” calls a drowsy male voice from within the depths of the cab. I can see a huge form stirring in the shadows, and I giggle a bit.

“Yes Michael,” I sing. “Just grabbing a drink of water.”

“Sure thing, Sugar,” he growls. “Can you get me a donut while you’re up? There are some powdered ones in the cabinet on the upper left side.”

I laugh with delight. Hedonism doesn’t just mean fun in bed. It also means that I enjoy food to the utmost, and I giggle again while searching around for the powdered donuts. Ah ha, here they are, at the very top. I stretch on my tippy-toes and manage to snag the box of sugary treats. Then I bring them over to the bed and sit down next to Michael. We had a great time last night, and I can tell he’s sated but wanting more. His blue eyes gleam in the dim light as he watches my curvy form settle on the mattress, and one big hand reaches out to stroke my thigh.

“Nuh uh,” I tease while slapping his hand away. “Powdered donuts first.”

I open the box to hand him one, and then take a big bite of my own pastry. Mmm, this is so good. There’s probably white sugar all over my cheeks and chin, but it’s okay. I love all desserts, and donuts are an especial favorite of mine.

“You have a good time last night?” Michael growls. “I know I did.”

I smile sassily at him. He’s gorgeous with devilish blue eyes, a broad chest, and a tool that would make any girl gasp. It was hard at first to accommodate him, but with mindful breathing and some slow stretching, I was able to take him all inside.

“I had a great time,” I say. “How about you?”

He merely nods and grins.

“Sweetheart, I wish there was a girl like you at every city on my route. Shit, I probably wouldn’t be able to walk if there were! Are you okay this morning?” he asks, his eyes glancing at my sweet vee.

“I don’t know,” I purr while popping the rest of my donut into my mouth. “Do you want to check?”

With that, I unwrap the silk robe from my shoulders and swing my legs up onto the mattress. Then I part my thighs, revealing the slick folds within. Sure enough, they’re swollen and still a little flushed from our loving.

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