Page 5 of Summer Sweethearts
Who doesn’t? I was texting in hopes that you’re free tomorrow night. Bayley is having a little mixer thing at her store, and I wanted to know if you’d go with me?
Loretta:
Umm, are you asking me out on a date through text?
Me:
Fuck! I’m bad at this but yeah, please say yes and let me make it up to you.
I’m staring at my phone, watching the typing bubbles pop up and disappear. I really messed this up and hope she gives me this date to make it up to her. Of course, a more mature woman like her doesn’t want to be asked out through a text message. I should have shown up at Sugar Spines with flowers and asked her in person or some shit. My phone ringing snaps me from my panic. “Hello?” I ask, not even looking to see who was calling.
“I’d love to go with you,” a sexy voice replies.
“I swear, I’m not usually so bad at this. You make me nervous and doublethink everything,” I sigh, answering her honestly.
“Same,” she laughs.Oh, thank fuck.
“Well, let’s agree to just relax and get to know one another better and see where it goes,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Text me your address. I’ll pick you up tomorrow night around seven PM.”
“See you then,” she replies and hangs up. Moments later, my phone beeps, I click back to our message thread and see she’s sent her address already.
Smiling, I set my phone back on the counter and head back to the fitting room to put away the clothes that weren’t purchased today. I quickly get everything back to its rightful place as the buzzer to the backdoor sounds. Hurrying to see who is here, I peek through the peephole. Seeing that it’s the delivery man, I open the door. “Hey, Jessica, I got some boxes for ya,” he tells me.
“Okay, just bring them in and put them wherever they’ll fit. Thanks, Brandon.” I prop the door open and head back to the front as he brings my monthly shipment of new items in. Busying myself by straightening a table of leggings, I’m lost in my thoughts when Brandon sticks his head out of the stockroom door. “All done, Jess, see you next month,” he tells me with a wave.
The rest of the day goes by with me straightening tables and putting tons of fitting room’s nos back. Soon enough, I look at the clock and see it’s six PM. Heading to the fitting room, I make sure no one is inside. Seeing I’m the only one in the store, I move to the front door, lock it, and turn the ‘open’ sign-off. Quickly, I move through the rest of the closing routine, and before I know it, I’m out the door and in my car.
Getting home, I throw my keys in the bowl on the table next to the door and lean down to pet Macaroni, my tabby cat. “Hi, baby. Did you miss Mommy?” I ask as I rub his head. I found him in the alley behind the store, and after feeding him for a week, I brought him home; now we’re family. I head to the kitchen to feed my spoiled cat before grabbing a tv dinner from the freezer and tossing it in the microwave.
Three minutes later, the microwave beeps, letting me know my gourmet buffalo chicken mac and cheese is ready. Sitting down, I dig in. While I eat, I think about everything I need to get done tomorrow if I want to be out of the store and ready for my date with Loretta. It’s mid-May, and my first summer shipment is what Brandon brought in today. Tomorrow, I need to unpack it all, tag it, and put it out. Saturday is when I advertised the summer items would be stocked, so it has to be ready when I open Saturday morning.
Once I finish eating, I head to the bathroom. I turn the water in the shower on, undress, and step into the shower. Speedily, I wash my body and hair, turn the water off, and wrap a towel around me. I go to my dresser in my bedroom and grab a new pair of panties and a sleep shirt. I towel dry my hair as best I can before giving up and pulling my blanket back to slide into bed. “Alexa, shut my bedroom light off,” I say into the quiet space, and the lights turn off. Macaroni jumps up onto the bed and burrows into the crook of my legs. Closing my eyes, I start to mentally play out my plan of attack for the store tomorrow. Before I can even think past getting to work, I’m fast asleep.
* * *
Alarmby Anne-Maria blasts from my phone, waking me up. I turn the alarm off and rub my eyes.Dang it,I was having the best dream. Loretta had the starring role, and she was letting me taste her all over. I was just about to taste her sweet cream when my alarm ruined it. Rubbing my legs together, I can feel how wet my dream made me.Ha! I just proved women can have wet dreams too.Closing my eyes, I slide my hand into my panties and start rubbing tight, fast circles on my clit while envisioning what it would be like.
Loretta is once again under me, long blonde hair fanned out around her, and her whole body on display as I suck what I can only imagine is a tiny pink nipple into my mouth. She bows her back as I lavish one stiffened peak, then the next with my hot tongue. Kissing down her body, I get to her mound and run my nose through her blonde curls.
Putting one hand on the inside of each of her knees, I push them apart to see my snack, wet and ready for me. I run my index finger from her clit to her hole and back again. She hisses at the contact, and I’m on the brink of savoring her sweet cream.
“I’m going to taste this sweet pussy, Loretta. And you’re going to scream my name, aren’t you? Let the entire world know you’re coming on my young tongue.” She whimpers, and I push my face into her pussy, flicking my tongue up and down on her sensitive bundle of nerves. She shakes as I feast on her. I feel her tense and stop my attack. Bringing my hand back up, I give her nub a light slap. “Don’t even think about coming yet, Loretta.”
I look up at her from the apex of her thighs to see her eyes closed and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Inserting two fingers inside her tight hole, I fuck her with them, rubbing them against her spongy wall when I withdraw from her. Her pussy starts to spasm around my fingers, and I know she won’t last a minute longer. I want to taste her as she comes, though. So I continue fucking her but dip my head back down, roughly sucking her little nub between my teeth.
Her back flies up off the bed as a hand comes down, holding my head against her core. She rides my face as she screams her release, and I lap up everything she gives me. When she catches her breath, I get up on my knees, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You are my new favorite flavor, baby,” I tell her. She playfully shoves at my shoulder, and I fall backward onto the bed. She crawls over me, grabs the waistband of my panties, and pulls them down.
My body shakes, and my pussy spasms around my own fingers. “Fuck! Lor, baby. Yes!” I cry as I come. Opening my eyes and pulling my hand from my panties, I sigh, hoping that Loretta is that responsive in real life and doesn’t mind me taking control even though I’m younger than her. If imagining fucking her is that good, I don’t think I’ll survive the real thing.
Meow! Meow! Meow!Macaroni wails from the floor next to the bed. Looking at him, I give him a glare before he turns his tail to me and heads to the door. When he gets to the door of my room he pauses, turning to scream at me once more. “Okay, damn, I’m coming. Heaven forbid I get to come down from my orgasm before I feed your royal highness,” I chastise my cat as I roll out of my bed and stalk to the kitchen.
Trying to stop replaying my dream, I feed Macaroni and hurry back to my room to get ready for the day. I need to knock out a few things on my task list so that after work, I can pick my girl up for our date. I fully intend on impressing her so that, maybe she’ll make those noises for me in real life.
LORETTA
