anyway, so- ”
“Any places around here or in the city with some good soul food?”
He nodded. “I know just where to go.”
Things got quiet again. Kristen attempted to make small talk but he wasn’t really engaging her. Sometimes it was like he didn’t even hear her.
“What’d you say your name was again?” he asked her.
“Kristen.”
“That’s right. Okay.”
Kristen couldn’t stop staring at him. She tried to be discreet about it but it was hard. The man’s body was in tip top shape. Each time he moved, the muscles in his arms would bulge. She thought the veins in his hands were hella sexy. The thin beard and mustache that hugged his lips and cheeks gave his youthful face a masculine appeal. Speaking of that mouth… She wanted to bite his fucking lip. Sink her teeth into his bearded jaw; lick his dimple… Would he think she was weird if she leaned over and bit him on the mouth?
Kristen blushed and cringed as she felt her core tighten. Moisture gathered between her thighs. She was going to need a new pair of panties soon if she didn’t stop. Her eyes perused his black tousled hair and she couldn’t help but think about pulling and yanking on it as he tasted her between her never before touched innocent thighs or thrusted in and out of her in-tact cherry, stealing her virginity.
She rubbed the sweat on her forehead and bit her nails. Stop. Stop before you cum all over yourself.
Kristen suppressed another wild giggle and slyly looked over at him. She couldn’t help but note the detached look in his eyes. They were narrowed slightly and he was mindlessly rubbing his arm like he was deep in thought. He looked so sad. He wasn’t present. She wished she knew what was going on with him. She wished she could make it better.
“Happy Birthday.”
Roman looked over at her. He blinked a few times. “Thanks.” He looked back at the road and hit the brakes hard. He’d almost run a red light. He looked over at Kristen to make sure she was okay. “Sorry.”
Kristen rubbed her neck. “It’s okay.”
She looked at him to ask another question; then almost moaned out loud when she saw him staring at her legs. She was so glad she hadn’t pulled her dress back down. It was sitting up around her upper thighs, exposing part of her pantied hipbone. His eyes held for a moment before he looked away, loudly clearing his throat.
The light turned green and he took off, driving slower this time. Kristen’s thighs tightly rubbed together, trying in vain to suppress the heat gathered there.
Roman’s hands nervously tapped the steering wheel to the beat of a song that was playing on the radio. “How old are you?”
“18.”
For some reason that made him cough loud and long. “18?” He looked over at her like she’d just told him she liked to boil baby kittens alive for sport. “You still in high-school?”
“No. I graduated two weeks ago.”
He paused. “Oh.”
“I went to a private school. We get out a month earlier than everyone else.”
“Oh.”
Kristen’s hands subconsciously rubbed her legs. She imagined they were Roman’s hands.
He surreptitiously looked over at her again. “You seeing someone?”
Hope danced and turned cartwheels in Kristen’s chest. “I was. We broke up. He moved away.”
“Oh. That’s too bad.”
She couldn’t tell if he sounded relieved or didn’t give a shit one way or another. His tone had been mostly flat since she’d met him.
“You mind if we make a stop first?’
“No.”
“I have to stop at the studio. I was supposed to have a session today and I forgot. It won’t take long.”
“No problem.”
They rode in silence the rest of the way. When they finally pulled up to the simple, one-story brick building, Kristen’s heart jumped in her throat and she sat straight up. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Three immediately recognizable motorcycles were sitting in the driveway. Nick’s. Alex’s. And Diego’s.
Chapter 6
Roman cut the
“Any places around here or in the city with some good soul food?”
He nodded. “I know just where to go.”
Things got quiet again. Kristen attempted to make small talk but he wasn’t really engaging her. Sometimes it was like he didn’t even hear her.
“What’d you say your name was again?” he asked her.
“Kristen.”
“That’s right. Okay.”
Kristen couldn’t stop staring at him. She tried to be discreet about it but it was hard. The man’s body was in tip top shape. Each time he moved, the muscles in his arms would bulge. She thought the veins in his hands were hella sexy. The thin beard and mustache that hugged his lips and cheeks gave his youthful face a masculine appeal. Speaking of that mouth… She wanted to bite his fucking lip. Sink her teeth into his bearded jaw; lick his dimple… Would he think she was weird if she leaned over and bit him on the mouth?
Kristen blushed and cringed as she felt her core tighten. Moisture gathered between her thighs. She was going to need a new pair of panties soon if she didn’t stop. Her eyes perused his black tousled hair and she couldn’t help but think about pulling and yanking on it as he tasted her between her never before touched innocent thighs or thrusted in and out of her in-tact cherry, stealing her virginity.
She rubbed the sweat on her forehead and bit her nails. Stop. Stop before you cum all over yourself.
Kristen suppressed another wild giggle and slyly looked over at him. She couldn’t help but note the detached look in his eyes. They were narrowed slightly and he was mindlessly rubbing his arm like he was deep in thought. He looked so sad. He wasn’t present. She wished she knew what was going on with him. She wished she could make it better.
“Happy Birthday.”
Roman looked over at her. He blinked a few times. “Thanks.” He looked back at the road and hit the brakes hard. He’d almost run a red light. He looked over at Kristen to make sure she was okay. “Sorry.”
Kristen rubbed her neck. “It’s okay.”
She looked at him to ask another question; then almost moaned out loud when she saw him staring at her legs. She was so glad she hadn’t pulled her dress back down. It was sitting up around her upper thighs, exposing part of her pantied hipbone. His eyes held for a moment before he looked away, loudly clearing his throat.
The light turned green and he took off, driving slower this time. Kristen’s thighs tightly rubbed together, trying in vain to suppress the heat gathered there.
Roman’s hands nervously tapped the steering wheel to the beat of a song that was playing on the radio. “How old are you?”
“18.”
For some reason that made him cough loud and long. “18?” He looked over at her like she’d just told him she liked to boil baby kittens alive for sport. “You still in high-school?”
“No. I graduated two weeks ago.”
He paused. “Oh.”
“I went to a private school. We get out a month earlier than everyone else.”
“Oh.”
Kristen’s hands subconsciously rubbed her legs. She imagined they were Roman’s hands.
He surreptitiously looked over at her again. “You seeing someone?”
Hope danced and turned cartwheels in Kristen’s chest. “I was. We broke up. He moved away.”
“Oh. That’s too bad.”
She couldn’t tell if he sounded relieved or didn’t give a shit one way or another. His tone had been mostly flat since she’d met him.
“You mind if we make a stop first?’
“No.”
“I have to stop at the studio. I was supposed to have a session today and I forgot. It won’t take long.”
“No problem.”
They rode in silence the rest of the way. When they finally pulled up to the simple, one-story brick building, Kristen’s heart jumped in her throat and she sat straight up. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Three immediately recognizable motorcycles were sitting in the driveway. Nick’s. Alex’s. And Diego’s.
Chapter 6
Roman cut the
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