Page 33 of Summer Sweethearts
I clear my throat as I adjust myself in my jeans. “Thank you, have a nice day,” a sweet voice plays from the speaker, startling me. Jessica chuckles as she holds a hand out, waiting for me to get her receipt and give it to her. I snatch it quickly and slap it in her palm while shifting in my seat to accommodate my raging boner.
She laughs hysterically when she sees my predicament. “Don’t worry, Mike, she told me she wants you to fuck her while she fucks me with the strap-on, so you’ll get to see it in action.”
“Jesus, Jessica, you really have no filter, do you?” I ask with a grin, leaving the bank lot and heading to the Post Office.
“Is there a reason I should? I mean, at least with you and her? We’re dating the same girl and are sure to see the other naked if not more. Plus, life is too short to be shy.”
“And is that something you want? More, I mean?” I ask because we’ve touched on this a little with Etta around, but never just the two of us to see where we stand.
“If you’re asking if I wanna fuck you? Yeah, I’d love to ride that massive dick I saw at the cabin. But I think all it would be right now is fucking. I’m not in love with you like Loretta is. Maybe I could be someday, but right now, I’d call it best friends with benefits.”
“Not really sure how to respond to that. You always have just laid it all out on the table, haven’t you? You did the same on the few dates we went on, and then you kicked me to the curb because I was still in love with Loretta. I feel the same, though. I could see us playing together with Loretta, but we’d definitely have to get to know each other more intimately for it to be anything more.”
“So, we go with the flow and just do what feels right. If anything more comes of it, we’re open to it, but not expecting it. Now, are you done driving like a grandma, or do I need to take over?” she teases, and I look down at the speedometer to see I’m only going fifteen. Hitting the gas, I accelerate to the speed limit, chuckling at what a sassy and surprising woman Jessica is.
I sit down at Fresh Harvest once more, since Jessica let it slip in the truck that she’s never been here before. Looking around, I see it’s the same server as before, and he winks at me when he catches my gaze. “Hello, again. Here are your menus. What can I get you for drinks?”
“I’ll have a Dr. Pepper, and my friend will too,” I reply, already knowing what she drinks from the reception when it’s all she ordered as a mixer the entire night.
“So, last time I was here, I had an Open Steak Sandwich, and it was amazing, but this time I’m gonna try something new,” I mindlessly tell Jess as I look over the menu.
“Okay, so here are your sodas. Now, what can we get you for lunch today?” the server asks as he sets our drinks down on the table in front of us.
“I’m gonna do the venison with garlic mash,” I tell him as I hand him my menu.
“Trying something new this time, I see,” he smirks as he turns his attention to Jessica. “And for you?”
“I think I’m going to try the Croque Monsieur,” she tells him with a smile.
“Ironic,” he mutters.
“What was that?” Jessica asks, and I see her eyes glitter in playfulness.
“Nothing, just talking to myself,” he tries to backtrack.
“Should I order something else? My girlfriend came here earlier this week and ordered it, and raved about how tasty it was. That was what our girl ordered, right, Mike?” Her lips turn up, and her eyes flash with satisfaction.
“Umm, yup. That is exactly what she ordered.” I shrug, taking a drink of my soda.
“Oh, um, well, I-I-I’ll get these entered right away,” the server stutters as his cheeks pinken.
“That is why you should never assume things about people. You just inserted your foot straight into your mouth.” Jessica cocks her head to the side and raises a brow.
Our server nods his head and hurries to the kitchen, where I’m sure he’s dying of embarrassment. I look at Jessica, who is humming around her straw as she sips her drink.
“You loved every minute of that, didn’t you?” I ask.
“I did.” She smiles. “He assumed you were a cheater or a manwhore, and I wanted to set him straight. You are part of my family now, Mike, and I don’t like when people are rude or hurt my family.”
“Touche.” I nod.
Our food comes out a bit later, and the server sets the plates down on the table without a word and hurries away. We eat in comfortable silence, devouring the food we ordered. When done, the server brings the check without being summoned, and I can’t help but think he’s been watching us, hoping we’d get the fuck out of here. Throwing a few extra bills on the table for his tip, I stand at the same time as Jess, and we head to the front to pay.
Getting back into the truck, I head to the grocery store so we can get the things we need for the cookout this weekend. It’s just down the street, so I pull in and find a good parking spot. We walk side by side to the store and through the aisles, grabbing the things off our lists. “So, I’m in charge of chips. I’m assuming Etta remembers that I’m not a great recipe follower, so she chose something easy. What are you in charge of?” I ask as I grab a few bags of Doritos from the shelf.
“She gave me beer and lemonade,” she replies as we round the corner to the next aisle, where she grabs a few containers of the premade lemonade powder.
Thankfully, we finish shopping in under thirty minutes and even grab a few things to make throughout the weekend, since we’ll be together. Getting to the checkout, Jess empties our cart and puts one of those little divider things between our orders, but I don’t allow that for long. Reaching over, I take it out and direct the cashier to add her items to my order. “I got it all,” I tell Jess and the cashier.
