seeing her so off-kilter every time I come around, but also because, a part of me really just wants to get into her good graces. She clearly thinks I’m a real asshole, but I don’t want her to keep hating me. I want her to know that, despite everything, I’m a good guy.
And after my impromptu striptease show in front of her window on Friday night, I might be further than ever from my goal. But I just couldn’t resist. In my defense, I was a bit tipsy and I caught her sneaky ass peeping at me through her blinds, just like she used to do when we were younger. But, we’re adults now. And I’m horny. So I decided to have a little harmless fun at her expense.
Anyway, I haven’t seen her since that night and I think that she’s deliberately avoiding me. Case-in-point, I spent most of Saturday morning trimming the unruly hedges framing her backyard and mowing her overgrown lawn, but she didn’t show face at all.
I’ve been out of jail for almost a month now and I still haven’t gotten laid. I’m almost tempted to think that the problem might be me — do I have body odor or something? — but then, I remember that I’m the one who’s been refusing the advances of the many attractive women who’ve shown interest in me since I’ve been in town.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I came to Reyfield with every intention of fucking like a wild animal to make up for lost time, but now that I’m here, now that I’ve laid eyes on Sammie Trotten, it kind of sort of feels like she’s the only woman I want to shove my happy stick into. Damn – that was kind of crude . But that’s just a crazy fantasy because I promised Daniel that I’d keep my ‘happy stick’ away from his little sister.
After giving basic instructions to my students, I spend the next hour sauntering about the room, peering over their shoulders to offer them constructive criticism and encouragement as needed. I remember to always keep a safe distance just in case one of these sassy, old broads tries to get handsy.
At 5:28, the door across the hall swings open and a group of lethargic 14-year-olds trudge out of Sammie’s tutoring session.
I address my class. “Ladies — that’s all the time we have for today. See you back here, same time on Thursday. Thanks for coming out.”
Before they can even answer, I’ve dashed out into the hallway, trying to get to Sammie before she leaves. She’s standing just inside of the doorway of her classroom speaking with one of the kids. I clear my throat, approaching them just as the student is walking away.
“Keeland?” Her eyes are wide and her cheeks go red immediately. Suddenly looking self-conscious, she runs her fingers through her messy, shoulder-length chestnut hair.
“Hey Sammie.”
She straightens the collar of her kelly green sweater. “What are you doing here?” she asks gruffly. She’s still not over Friday night. I can see it on her face.
“Teaching an art class to the seniors,” I say pointing over my shoulder to the open door behind me.
Her eyes narrow. “You’re teaching an art class to the seniors ?”
I nod, feeling pretty proud of myself. Women love guys who volunteer and shit.
“Since when?” she asks in a challenging tone.
“Since today.”
She rolls her eyes and walks back into her classroom, bending over to pick up her purse from the bottom drawer of her desk. The hem of her flirty, white dress inches up ever so slightly.
My cock jerks at the thought of getting a peek at her plump, round ass.
When she straightens up and turns back to me, I have to catch my bearings…and discreetly adjust my erection.
Fuck — I want her.
“Anything I can help you with?” she asks pointedly.
One side of my mouth inches up. “You can give me a ride home.”
She furrows her eyebrows. “How’d you get here?”
“I walked.”
“Then maybe you should walk back.”
And after my impromptu striptease show in front of her window on Friday night, I might be further than ever from my goal. But I just couldn’t resist. In my defense, I was a bit tipsy and I caught her sneaky ass peeping at me through her blinds, just like she used to do when we were younger. But, we’re adults now. And I’m horny. So I decided to have a little harmless fun at her expense.
Anyway, I haven’t seen her since that night and I think that she’s deliberately avoiding me. Case-in-point, I spent most of Saturday morning trimming the unruly hedges framing her backyard and mowing her overgrown lawn, but she didn’t show face at all.
I’ve been out of jail for almost a month now and I still haven’t gotten laid. I’m almost tempted to think that the problem might be me — do I have body odor or something? — but then, I remember that I’m the one who’s been refusing the advances of the many attractive women who’ve shown interest in me since I’ve been in town.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I came to Reyfield with every intention of fucking like a wild animal to make up for lost time, but now that I’m here, now that I’ve laid eyes on Sammie Trotten, it kind of sort of feels like she’s the only woman I want to shove my happy stick into. Damn – that was kind of crude . But that’s just a crazy fantasy because I promised Daniel that I’d keep my ‘happy stick’ away from his little sister.
After giving basic instructions to my students, I spend the next hour sauntering about the room, peering over their shoulders to offer them constructive criticism and encouragement as needed. I remember to always keep a safe distance just in case one of these sassy, old broads tries to get handsy.
At 5:28, the door across the hall swings open and a group of lethargic 14-year-olds trudge out of Sammie’s tutoring session.
I address my class. “Ladies — that’s all the time we have for today. See you back here, same time on Thursday. Thanks for coming out.”
Before they can even answer, I’ve dashed out into the hallway, trying to get to Sammie before she leaves. She’s standing just inside of the doorway of her classroom speaking with one of the kids. I clear my throat, approaching them just as the student is walking away.
“Keeland?” Her eyes are wide and her cheeks go red immediately. Suddenly looking self-conscious, she runs her fingers through her messy, shoulder-length chestnut hair.
“Hey Sammie.”
She straightens the collar of her kelly green sweater. “What are you doing here?” she asks gruffly. She’s still not over Friday night. I can see it on her face.
“Teaching an art class to the seniors,” I say pointing over my shoulder to the open door behind me.
Her eyes narrow. “You’re teaching an art class to the seniors ?”
I nod, feeling pretty proud of myself. Women love guys who volunteer and shit.
“Since when?” she asks in a challenging tone.
“Since today.”
She rolls her eyes and walks back into her classroom, bending over to pick up her purse from the bottom drawer of her desk. The hem of her flirty, white dress inches up ever so slightly.
My cock jerks at the thought of getting a peek at her plump, round ass.
When she straightens up and turns back to me, I have to catch my bearings…and discreetly adjust my erection.
Fuck — I want her.
“Anything I can help you with?” she asks pointedly.
One side of my mouth inches up. “You can give me a ride home.”
She furrows her eyebrows. “How’d you get here?”
“I walked.”
“Then maybe you should walk back.”
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