Page 14 of Random Encounter

“You seriously need to not worry about it.” I hated it when people filtered their thoughts. If this was Adrienne uncut, good. “I already told you, it’s not a problem.”

“I will help you with the whistling, though. Come here.” Dustin stepped in front of Adrienne, stopping them both.

I paused as well, curious.

“Make a tight circle with your mouth.” Dustin dragged a thumb over Adrienne’s bottom lip.

Her sharp intake of breath matched mine. Such an alluring sight.

“There’s your problem.” Dustin smirked. “Blowing means the air goes out, not in.” He whistled again, a light and carefree melody.

Adrienne blew out a puff of air, which sounded exactly like that—a puff of air.

“Your tongue needs to work with your teeth and lips.” Dustin nudged her shoulder lightly with his own, and we were all walking again.

“I thought teeth were a big no-no with blowing.” Adrienne winced.

Smart woman. “I’m with her on this,” I said.

Dustin sighed. “For whistling. I work with a pair of fucking perverts.”

“Takes one to know one.” I couldn’t argue the observation.

“I may be inexperienced, but I’m seeing a distinct lack of fucking.” This time Adrienne barely flinched.

Good.

“Left it back at the office. Don’t worry, you’ll get your fill.”

I could take Dustin’s words so many ways. But there was a line between innuendo and outright descriptions of the sex we’d had, and I should steer clear of the latter. Probably. Maybe. “Have you?”

“Gotten my fill? As in… physically or is this more of a psychological thing?” Dustin asked.

“Unless those renderings come to life, I’m guessing not physical.” Adrienne plucked a loose leaf that had landed in a nearby bush and rolled the stem between her fingers. “And tangent, but orcs are not nearly as well hung as I expected.”

And I’d made them that way on purpose. If someone wanted to play the big guy, they didn’t get a huge cock for it. “It’s all the muscle mass. Makes a dick look smaller.”

She glanced at me, disbelief sprawled across her face. “Right. I can hear it now. I don’t have a tiny penis. I just work out a lot.” She spoke in a false baritone.

Dustin and I laughed.

She’d been here half a day and she already fit so well. I couldn’t have gotten luckier in finding a replacement.

And the longer she was around, the better she slid into the culture, the less the pit inside over leaving would bother me.

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