Page 33 of Small Town Swoo
Everything just felt easy with her.
Except keeping my hands to myself.
You shouldn’t go back there tomorrow night, I told myself.You should just stay away from her house for the next month, because you know what might happen if you keep spending time with her.
Hell yes, I knew what might happen.
In fact, I thought about it in great detail as I undressed and got into bed. While we were sitting on the couch, I might move a little closer. Put my arm around her shoulders. Pull her onto my lap. Press my lips to hers. Slip my tongue in her mouth. Unbutton her jeans.
My hand moved inside the elastic waist of my boxer briefs and fisted my cock.
I might slide my hands beneath her sweater. I might tug her jeans right off. I might lay her down on the rug and bury my head between her thighs. I might give her an orgasm with my tongue right there on her living room floor.
My erection thickened in my palm as I imagined the way she’d taste. The way her body would tremble. The way she’d say my name. The way she’d beg for my cock.
But this time I’d say yes.
My arm worked furiously, my stomach muscles flexing, my breath coming fast.
This time, I’d strip her clothes off myself. I’d get my mouth on those luscious tits. I’d push inside her tight, wet pussy and fuck her hard and fast, hearing her cry out with every thrust, and then I’d come so hard I wouldn’t be able to think or see or even breathe.
You know. Emotional depth stuff.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered through clenched teeth, the climax rippling through me.
When I was completely spent, I lay there for a moment, my chest heaving, my conscience spiraling. Was it wrongthat I was getting myself off while thinking about my sister’s best friend, just like I used to when she was sixteen and sleeping down the hall?
Probably. But damn, it felt good.
The next morning, Austin picked me up and we went to the gym together.
“Why the hell did you tell Ari I could fix her car?” he asked as soon as I got in his truck.
“Because I didn’t think she’d let me take it to a mechanic, and the thing is barely alive,” I explained as I pulled the door shut. “It needed serious resuscitation.”
“Oh. So where is it now?”
“Harbor Garage. It’ll be done later. Can you take me to pick it up?”
“Yeah.” He reversed out of the driveway and glanced at me. “That was nice of you. Having her car fixed.”
I shrugged. “She doesn’t have a lot of extra money right now. And it wasn’t much for me.” I waited for the Bulge Bucks joke, but he didn’t make one.
“I hear you’ve been hanging out with her.”
“From who?”
“Dad. Veronica. The woman behind the counter at the gas station store.”
I rolled my eyes. “Jesus. Small towns. I’m notmessingaround with her, if that’s what you mean. We’re just helping each other out. So you, Dad, Veronica, the gas station lady, and whoever else is all up in my business can just relax. There’s nothing going on.”
“You sound a little defensive about that.” My brotherwore a smirk that saidI am the oldest brother and I know everything.
“Well, I feel like my character is being attacked. Like you guys don’t trust me with her.”
“She’s a nice girl.”
“Iknow.”
