The second time she did, I quirked an eyebrow and saw her blush again. Harder. Enough that she put one hand over her mouth to hide the smile underneath. Grinning, I went back to my beer and hamburger, finishing them up and paying the tab before I ate the last bite. On more than one occasion, I would look over my shoulder and see Rebecca turn toward me, completely ignoring her date in the process.
My stomach tightened.
“Thanks, Sergio,” I said as I got up and waved. He waved back, and I headed to the door.
I glanced once more at Rebecca at her table. She smiled, and I saw the color in her cheeks redden again. I smiled back.
By the time I got home, Rebecca had been on my mind for long enough that I didn’t even bother with pretending. I walked inside, thankful to have the place to myself for just a little while, went into my room, and stripped down. I dropped into my bed, knowing full well I wasn’t going to be able to sleep but hoping that I could maybe just daydream for a little while.
Soon, the daydreams became all too real, and I couldn’t deny the need for release anymore. Not when the visions of her were so clear, the fantasy playing out in my mind like a movie reel. I could see it all so clearly; I could smell her perfume and very nearly feel the touch of her soft skin.
Especially the softness of her lower back. The way it dipped and then came back out again with her shapely, tight ass. I could imagine a clingy, cotton thong that I could tear off with my teeth. Her golden, taut skin covered in goose bumps as I pulled her shirt off her, revealing perky, full breasts. How they would taste between my lips as I ran my tongue all over her body and she curled into my lap.
I reached down to wrap my fingers around the base of my cock and stroked. Lying naked in my bed, I could envision her on top of me, her little but curvy body bouncing on mine as she pressed her hands into my chest and her breasts together. I would fill my hands with them and roll her over, slamming my cock deep inside her as she cried out my name.
The release was powerful, and I growled deeply as I came. Spent, I reached for the tissues to clean myself off, and then when I tossed them in the trash can beside the bed, I slipped back under the covers, hoping that I could at least get a little nap.
8
REBECCA
“What do you think?”
I suddenly realized Josh was talking to me, and I hadn’t caught a single word of it. I’d been too busy blushing over the flirty winks Deacon was sending my way. Embarrassed, I turned back to my date. I searched my brain, hoping at least somewhere in my subconscious there would be a sliver of what he was talking about. Maybe part of my brain would have been paying enough attention it would tell me how to respond.
Of course, it didn’t.
I tried to rally, to come up with something to say that wouldn’t reveal that I hadn’t been engaged in what he was saying at all. Nothing came to mind, so I gave up on appearances.
“What do I think of what?” I asked.
“If it should be introduced into the Olympics,” he said.
That still didn’t help.
“If what should be introduced into the Olympics?” I asked.
“Cornhole,” he answered simply, as if that was the most logical thing in the world.
“You think that cornhole should become an Olympic event?” I asked, both incredulous and confused.
I felt like he’d been having a conversation with someone else, and I’d been tagged in to carry it on.
“Absolutely,” he said with enthusiasm that seemed to far exceed what would be logical for the topic at hand. “Just think about it. It has so many of the same skills as existing events, like aim and strategy. But then there are other elements to it that make it unique.”
“But isn’t it just people throwing bean bags into holes in a piece of wood? How would you make that competitive enough to be Olympic? How would you be able to tell if a team is actually good or if the individuals throwing the bean bags were just having a good day and good luck?”
I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. Or at least that I was having it with someone who so obviously had an earnest belief in the importance of this topic.
“My buddies and I have it all planned out,” he said.
I braced myself for the long explanation of what Josh and his buddies schemed up, but the waitress appeared mercifully just as he was getting ready to start.