“So, either you know her, or you are balking at me being a grandfather?”
“I do know her. I have joined the girl’s night out thing they got going on. I have no opinion on your impending grandfather-hood.” She giggles at me.
“Ah, I understand then if you think this is a bit weird. We can finish up our dinner and go our sep-”
“No. I don’t want that.” She interrupts me. I laugh.
“Ok.” I put my hand on top of hers that is resting near her root beer. The jolt of lust I feel just from that innocent contact is amazing.
When Rita drops off the check, I swipe it up.
“So, I know this is sudden, but do you want to come back to my place and watch a movie or just talk.”
“Do you have a Nintendo Switch?”
“I am going to say no because I have no idea what that is.”
“Well, I guess I can still come over, but I want to watch Bones on Hulu or no deal, and I get to take my bra off.”
“I’m not going to complain about that, now am I?” I say chuckling.
After paying the check, we head outside.
“Did you drive to work?” I ask.
“No, I walked.” She says.
“Perfect. My car is parked in front of Matt’s office.” It is a candy apple red 1969 Chevy Nova SS 396 that is now in mint condition because I restored it. We walk over to my car, and I open the passenger door for her. When she slides in, I walk around to the driver’s seat and climb in.
“Oh my God. This is your everyday car?” She rubs her purple-tipped fingers over the wood-grain dash.
“Well, it’s one of them. I also have Toyota Camry.”
“Oh, I have a Honda Civic, but I rarely drive, since I moved here. What’s under the hood?” She asks me and quirks an eyebrow.
“375 horsepower engine.”
“No shit! Did you restore it yourself?”
“Most of it. The bodywork anyway. Took about four years.
“What are you waiting for? Fire her up.”
When I do, she clenches her thighs together and giggles. “
I stifle a groan. She squirms in her seat. Pulling out of the space, I make the quick drive to Tremont Hills. I live in a modest ranch-style home.
“We’re here,” I say as I pull into the driveway.
“When are you gonna let me drive your car?”
“Josephine, you can drive whatever you want,” I say as I get out and jog around to open her door. Today was not a good to go commando. My cock is so hard, it could punch through my zipper.
“No fucking way! Are you sure though, it is a really expensive car?
“I am sure. I have fantastic insurance.” I say with a smile.
Grabbing her hand, we head in the house.