are your thoughts on
that?”
Court studies
me for way too frigging long. I mean, what could he possibly be thinking about
in his hunky man head? Having access to my naked body should be a done deal.
“We fish
first.”
“Why?”
“It’s a test.”
“Ugh, I refuse
to cook the damn thing. I’ll tell you that right now.”
“No cooking and
you don’t have to touch the fish.”
“So if I fail,
you’ll say no to all this?” I ask, gesturing to my small B-cups sized boobs.
“Jared is my
friend and mentor. I don’t want to do anything with you that I can’t undo.”
Court’s totally
lying. I’m not sure how I know, but I sense he isn’t sharing the real reason
we’re fishing before fucking.
“I’m going to
assume that makes sense to you. Just know that I’ve been untouched for a long
time. If you jerk me around for too long, I’ll move on to someone new.”
“That horny,
huh?” he asks as a rolling laugh escapes his sexy lips.
“You can never
know.”
“No, I probably
can’t.”
“In all
seriousness, are you, you know, clean? I mean, there’s no harm in you slipping
your hot dog into random chicks around town, but I want to make sure you won’t slip
anything gross to me.”
“I wouldn’t do
a woman wrong,” he says, winking at me.
“You’re a real
sweetie, eh?”
Court’s smile
gives me a weird vibe. I sense he’s feeling arrogant about doing something not
so cute. I also sense he’s uneasy about me knowing what he did. A whole lot of
conflicting emotions pass over his gorgeous face before he clears his throat.
“We can go
fishing this weekend. One of the club guys lets me take his rowboat out to fish
with Felix.”
“Is this
fishing test something you’ve pulled with other chicks?”
“No.”
“I’m special
then?” I say, adjusting in the booth. “Sounds about right. Now I don’t have to
touch the bait, do I? My lab partner in school always touched the worms in
science class.”
“Did you mooch
off her?” he teases.
“Just with the
experiments. I took all the notes. I also taught her how to divide. The chick
got multiplication, but division made her queef her panties.”
“How different
is Indianapolis from Tumbling Rock. You know, besides the size?”
“It’s greener
here. This entire state is nothing but giant frigging trees.”
“Do you miss
your friends?”
“No. Once we
all graduated, everyone started forgetting each other. They got jobs, got
married, had kids, got fired, got divorced, and lost custody. Lots of drama.”
“I’m still
friends with the guy I hung with through school. Chucky is my roommate now.”
“Chucky?” I
ask, sighing. “Poor bastard.”
“It’s a
nickname. His real name is Neil, but he looks like the Chucky doll, so the club
guys started calling him that.”
“How in the
world is that better? Do you call fat people, Lard Ass?”
“Actually, we
have a guy who goes by Tubbs.”
“Does my dad
have a fun nickname?”
“Yeah, they
called him Stache, but he wouldn’t respond to it.”
“Our dog is the
same way with his name.”
Court grins.
“They call me Boy Scout because I used to walk around in my goofy outfit.”
“Can I call you
that?”
“No.”
“Can I give you
an obscene nickname or do you worry Felix might hear and be scarred forever?”
“Felix has seen
some shit. I wouldn’t worry about offending him with a bad word or two.”
“Cool shit. So
I can fucking cuss in fucking front of your fucking kid then?”
“I really need
to be careful with you.”
“Or just let it
all hang out and roll with whatever happens. I’m not your kid, and I don't need
any life lessons. I’m all grown up, and this is as mature as I’ll likely get.”
Court leans
forward and smiles. “It gets hot out there on the water. Make sure to dress
accordingly.”
“So mostly
naked then?”
Still smiling,
he taps the table and says nothing. I take his reaction as a yes.
“See isn’t this
better than you
that?”
Court studies
me for way too frigging long. I mean, what could he possibly be thinking about
in his hunky man head? Having access to my naked body should be a done deal.
“We fish
first.”
“Why?”
“It’s a test.”
“Ugh, I refuse
to cook the damn thing. I’ll tell you that right now.”
“No cooking and
you don’t have to touch the fish.”
“So if I fail,
you’ll say no to all this?” I ask, gesturing to my small B-cups sized boobs.
“Jared is my
friend and mentor. I don’t want to do anything with you that I can’t undo.”
Court’s totally
lying. I’m not sure how I know, but I sense he isn’t sharing the real reason
we’re fishing before fucking.
“I’m going to
assume that makes sense to you. Just know that I’ve been untouched for a long
time. If you jerk me around for too long, I’ll move on to someone new.”
“That horny,
huh?” he asks as a rolling laugh escapes his sexy lips.
“You can never
know.”
“No, I probably
can’t.”
“In all
seriousness, are you, you know, clean? I mean, there’s no harm in you slipping
your hot dog into random chicks around town, but I want to make sure you won’t slip
anything gross to me.”
“I wouldn’t do
a woman wrong,” he says, winking at me.
“You’re a real
sweetie, eh?”
Court’s smile
gives me a weird vibe. I sense he’s feeling arrogant about doing something not
so cute. I also sense he’s uneasy about me knowing what he did. A whole lot of
conflicting emotions pass over his gorgeous face before he clears his throat.
“We can go
fishing this weekend. One of the club guys lets me take his rowboat out to fish
with Felix.”
“Is this
fishing test something you’ve pulled with other chicks?”
“No.”
“I’m special
then?” I say, adjusting in the booth. “Sounds about right. Now I don’t have to
touch the bait, do I? My lab partner in school always touched the worms in
science class.”
“Did you mooch
off her?” he teases.
“Just with the
experiments. I took all the notes. I also taught her how to divide. The chick
got multiplication, but division made her queef her panties.”
“How different
is Indianapolis from Tumbling Rock. You know, besides the size?”
“It’s greener
here. This entire state is nothing but giant frigging trees.”
“Do you miss
your friends?”
“No. Once we
all graduated, everyone started forgetting each other. They got jobs, got
married, had kids, got fired, got divorced, and lost custody. Lots of drama.”
“I’m still
friends with the guy I hung with through school. Chucky is my roommate now.”
“Chucky?” I
ask, sighing. “Poor bastard.”
“It’s a
nickname. His real name is Neil, but he looks like the Chucky doll, so the club
guys started calling him that.”
“How in the
world is that better? Do you call fat people, Lard Ass?”
“Actually, we
have a guy who goes by Tubbs.”
“Does my dad
have a fun nickname?”
“Yeah, they
called him Stache, but he wouldn’t respond to it.”
“Our dog is the
same way with his name.”
Court grins.
“They call me Boy Scout because I used to walk around in my goofy outfit.”
“Can I call you
that?”
“No.”
“Can I give you
an obscene nickname or do you worry Felix might hear and be scarred forever?”
“Felix has seen
some shit. I wouldn’t worry about offending him with a bad word or two.”
“Cool shit. So
I can fucking cuss in fucking front of your fucking kid then?”
“I really need
to be careful with you.”
“Or just let it
all hang out and roll with whatever happens. I’m not your kid, and I don't need
any life lessons. I’m all grown up, and this is as mature as I’ll likely get.”
Court leans
forward and smiles. “It gets hot out there on the water. Make sure to dress
accordingly.”
“So mostly
naked then?”
Still smiling,
he taps the table and says nothing. I take his reaction as a yes.
“See isn’t this
better than you
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