Burned Gasoline by Linda Kage, Isabell Lawless

her tongue over her lips, trying to comprehend the heat that just recently touched them.
                  “Sorry, forgot my jacket and my keys…” The door had opened. Damn it.
    Her entire being froze on the floor, as if there was anything else she could do than simply lie there.
                  “Are you okay?” He asked, not stepping in quite yet. His eyes went over her entire body than back up to her eyes.
                  “Yes!” She said a bit too loudly, and was on her feet in no time, handing him the jacket hanging over the stair railing next to her. “Here you go. You better be off now. Bye bye.” With that she practically forced the jacket in his hands, pushed him out the door, and slammed it shut behind him before she once again sank to the floor and let her face fall into her hands. “Why am I such an idiot around men? Good looking, hot, tasty men I should say.”
     
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                  Later that night, without a chance in the world to fall asleep Raylyn tried the last resort she could think of to make her forget the last few hours.
                  “Dear God,” she started, sinking further into the pillow, folding her arms over her face, hiding from the world. “Today I shook my booty in a very distasteful way in front of our dinner guest. I also let him see my… you know, secret website, and then I made a fool of myself crunching on the floor in embarrassment, just to have him walk in on me asking if I was okay. He also might have seen my bare belly sticking out below the hem of my t-shirt at that time, and unfortunately my baby weight makes me less fit than I should be by any means. Got any help here?”
                  Quietly she waited while the cool breeze outside the window howled down the spouts along the wall, making the outside sound occupied by a flock of Barred owls. In the back of her mind she noted the rough spiky grass giving away slight crunches, but decided the weather was playing a joke on everything to night, including her hearing, and went back to what was most important at the moment; getting the embarrassment of tonight of her shoulders to be able to sleep for a few hours.
                  “Nothing, God? Okay, I guess there is no recovery from this. I’m just going to hide under here until he doesn’t remember me anymore. Goodnight.” In utter shame she pulled the thick comforter over her head and cursed the day and all of the events. What on earth would he think of her?
                  But still, sleep wouldn’t come, and the spinning thoughts of the day became more and more mixed with the different times she’d met Jefferson. How he nicely filled out both his t-shirts and his jeans. The dark angel sitting on one shoulder kept feeding her possible images of what he would look like without those jeans on, or what his strong hands would look like unbuttoning the fly of his pants. Suddenly one of her hands moved from behind her head and slowly slid down her body, across her breast, and over the fabric of her stomach, until she reached inside her pajama bottoms to place a soft hand between her legs. Just what she’d thought, all those pictures of Jefferson swimming in her head had soaked the fabric of her pants, to the point where small drops moisture ran down to land on the sheet beneath her.
                  Her breathe hitched and shit her eyes tight, as her fingers entered her warm, wet pussy, helplessly imagining it being Jefferson’s fingers instead of hers. It shocked her that simply her fingers and the ongoing images of a tall, man, in dirty jeans, wearing a baseball cap, made her orgasm faster than any of her toys had ever done.
                  “Oh shit…” she whispered as her hand rested heavily on the side of her thighs, and her breathe slowed down to normal. “God, that felt so