Hardball: (A Kinky Sexy Dirty Standalone) by CD Reiss

Author:CD Reiss [Reiss, CD]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Flip City Media Inc.
Published: 2016-03-28T16:00:00+00:00

twenty-two

Vivian

Back to the coffee shop on Olympic. I didn’t even have to ask Francine where to meet anymore. When I’d called her at the crack of dawn and said I’d just gotten back from Dash’s place, she said she’d meet me in ten minutes and hung up.

It had taken her thirty minutes to get there, but I never worried that she was bailing on me or that I hadn’t identified the meeting place. The coffee shop with the black umbrellas out front and no name.

She came back with a latte for herself and an espresso for me and stacked our phones behind the napkin holder to let me know we weren’t to be interrupted. Leaning forward in her chair as if she wanted to open my head and peer in, she said, “Tell me everything.”

“Okay, so he came to the house—”

“Did you do it? Go all the way? Home run? Do the deed?”

“No, but… other things.”

“Skip to those. Then work back.”

Francine also ate dessert first whenever possible. She didn’t believe in postponing joy. So I started at the end and worked backward as best as I could. It wasn’t easy.

“He shaved you? Why? God, please say he’s not another Carl with the hang-ups.”

“No, it was me. I wanted him to.”

“Really? And? I’ve never let a guy do that before.”

I shifted in my seat. “It was fine but…” I dropped my voice and got as close to her as the table would allow. “The rubbing. It’s like I can feel everything. I’m so aware of it.”

“Aware of what? Your pussy?”

“Shh.” I looked around. The place was dead, but there were photographs of people with ears behind me. “Jesus, Francine!”

“Totally normal,” she whispered. “You’re going to be horny all the time now.”

“You didn’t tell me.”

“You didn’t ask.”

A bleeping rendition of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” came from behind the napkin holder.

“Are you serious?” Francine asked. “You gave him his own ringtone already?”

“He put it in this morning.”

I wasn’t supposed to take the call, but I reached behind the chrome box and grabbed the phones then passed Francine hers and tapped the green circle on mine. “Hello.”

“Hey, sweetapple. Did I wake you?”

“No, I’m having coffee with a friend.”

Francine smirked at me and bit her lower lip then fanned herself with her hand as if she knew how his voice made me feel.

“I can still taste you,” he said.

Down below, where sensitive tissue had direct contact with fresh underwear, I went on high alert. I wanted him to taste me again. Now.

Francine watched me over the rim of her coffee cup, half smiling.

“I’m with a friend,” I repeated because my not-aloneness was the second most relevant thing on my mind.

“When can I see you today?”

I didn’t answer right away. Dad and I were going to clean the gutters then have dinner. I was free at some point, potentially, but though my body wanted to drop everything and see him, my head didn’t want to be too available. “Today? I don’t—”

“I want to get inside you,” he said before I could finish.

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