he flung her off and she crashed into the wall taking a ceramic lamp with her. Her back was all cut up. The guy turned around from beating on Lolita and quickly walked over to Simone and started ripping at her clothes while slapping her in the face and pulling her hair. Boy was she grateful Lolita clocked him with a nine iron she kept in her bedroom for protection.
While the guy was out cold, the girls dragged him out of the house and flung his clothes out after him and they watched through the window as he came to and freaked out when he saw a crowd gather around his naked ass.
Don’t get her wrong, Simone was grateful that Lolita had taken her in when she had no place else to live. Simone gave her rent and split the expenses with her, and most times she was a good friend, but Lolita was a nympho, never getting enough at work. Simone couldn’t wait to move out. She had put a bid in for a condo not too far from the studio the day before. She was just waiting to hear back from her realtor.
With nowhere in particular to go, Simone pulled out of the carport on the side of the apartment and found herself heading toward Newport Beach. The sun had already set so she didn’t want to get out of the car and walk the beach which was her first intention. She opted instead to drive around the neighborhood, passing beautiful homes along the way. Her sense of direction was impeccable and she found herself parking across the street from the house she was in the weekend before. It was illuminated beautifully with landscape lighting but it looked like no one was home.
Sitting in the idling car, she relived her time in that house. Yes, it was a beautiful large, finely decorated house and she remembered most details. The room she slept in was large and done up in masculine tones with a cohesive large bathroom, and Richie told her that wasn’t even the master bedroom suite. She felt a sensation shoot out from her core and spread as she thought back to when she and Richie first got it on in the backyard. She let out a sigh when she pictured them in his bed holding each other and just talking. She even laughed to herself when she recalled them going over his porn collection.
On another heavy sigh, she pictured Richie. His soft, shiny hair, dark brown with sable highlights when the sun hit it just right, his eyes, blue crystals, pale and luminous, a complimented contrast, and a shadow of a beard with a strong square jaw were the features a woman only really read about. And he even had the physique of a book boyfriend.
Absently digging in her bag after vaguely hearing her phone ring, she pulled it up and took a quick look. The caller ID knocked her right out of her thoughts. She whipped her head around and scanned the vicinity before she answered.
“Hi.” Her voice was a pitch higher than normal and barely audible.
“Hi.” Richie’s deep, sexy bedroom voice came over the phone. “How are you?”
“Good.”
“Yeah? That’s good… What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” She quickly said, “I’m… I just pulled into my parking spot at home.” She couldn’t tell him she was in front of his house.
“I’ve been thinking about you.”
“I’ve been thinking of you also.”
“I hope in a good way.”
“Yes, in a good way. She chuckled.”
There was a little pause while Richie absorbed her sexy laugh. “So, I wanted to call you to ask you if you remembered to call your surgeon and cancel your surgery.”
“I did. Thanks. I’m glad you talked me out of it. I don’t want to end up looking like all those women.”
“Oh, good to hear. Good to know that your breasts will look just as spectacular when I see you again.”
A tingle shot through her. He wanted to see her again. She didn’t know what to say.
“So, uh, I had a great time with you the other night,” he said, filling the void.
“Me too.”
“Yeah? You’re still laughing at me and my porn collection, aren’t you?”
She detected a little laugher from
While the guy was out cold, the girls dragged him out of the house and flung his clothes out after him and they watched through the window as he came to and freaked out when he saw a crowd gather around his naked ass.
Don’t get her wrong, Simone was grateful that Lolita had taken her in when she had no place else to live. Simone gave her rent and split the expenses with her, and most times she was a good friend, but Lolita was a nympho, never getting enough at work. Simone couldn’t wait to move out. She had put a bid in for a condo not too far from the studio the day before. She was just waiting to hear back from her realtor.
With nowhere in particular to go, Simone pulled out of the carport on the side of the apartment and found herself heading toward Newport Beach. The sun had already set so she didn’t want to get out of the car and walk the beach which was her first intention. She opted instead to drive around the neighborhood, passing beautiful homes along the way. Her sense of direction was impeccable and she found herself parking across the street from the house she was in the weekend before. It was illuminated beautifully with landscape lighting but it looked like no one was home.
Sitting in the idling car, she relived her time in that house. Yes, it was a beautiful large, finely decorated house and she remembered most details. The room she slept in was large and done up in masculine tones with a cohesive large bathroom, and Richie told her that wasn’t even the master bedroom suite. She felt a sensation shoot out from her core and spread as she thought back to when she and Richie first got it on in the backyard. She let out a sigh when she pictured them in his bed holding each other and just talking. She even laughed to herself when she recalled them going over his porn collection.
On another heavy sigh, she pictured Richie. His soft, shiny hair, dark brown with sable highlights when the sun hit it just right, his eyes, blue crystals, pale and luminous, a complimented contrast, and a shadow of a beard with a strong square jaw were the features a woman only really read about. And he even had the physique of a book boyfriend.
Absently digging in her bag after vaguely hearing her phone ring, she pulled it up and took a quick look. The caller ID knocked her right out of her thoughts. She whipped her head around and scanned the vicinity before she answered.
“Hi.” Her voice was a pitch higher than normal and barely audible.
“Hi.” Richie’s deep, sexy bedroom voice came over the phone. “How are you?”
“Good.”
“Yeah? That’s good… What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” She quickly said, “I’m… I just pulled into my parking spot at home.” She couldn’t tell him she was in front of his house.
“I’ve been thinking about you.”
“I’ve been thinking of you also.”
“I hope in a good way.”
“Yes, in a good way. She chuckled.”
There was a little pause while Richie absorbed her sexy laugh. “So, I wanted to call you to ask you if you remembered to call your surgeon and cancel your surgery.”
“I did. Thanks. I’m glad you talked me out of it. I don’t want to end up looking like all those women.”
“Oh, good to hear. Good to know that your breasts will look just as spectacular when I see you again.”
A tingle shot through her. He wanted to see her again. She didn’t know what to say.
“So, uh, I had a great time with you the other night,” he said, filling the void.
“Me too.”
“Yeah? You’re still laughing at me and my porn collection, aren’t you?”
She detected a little laugher from
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