forgot. He was sent to jail last year for boinking with a minor. I'll bet that's why he dumped you."
"He didn't dump me. He just ran off." I studied my nails for a moment. "Now what am I gonna do? I was having such a good time with him."
Margie and Sharon entered the room and waved. I was surprised to see them at a party, but Mary and Cathy said sometimes they'd show up just to check out the guys. A nice looking man with coppery brown hair and light freckles stood beside them. He introduced himself as their brother Clay. Ah, yes, he was the one who liked me from seeing my picture. Things were already looking up.
After a shy introduction, he took my hand and led me outside. We sat on the porch swing and talked about a variety of neutral subjects. He finally paused and captured my attention by touching my cheek. "My step-sisters tell me you haven't had any experience with a guy and you wanted someone safe to get horizontal with."
I nearly choked on my own saliva. "They told you what?"
"You said you wanted to do it with someone. They thought we might hit it off."
"Wow, I can't believe they told you that." I glanced away from him, my cheeks on fire. What were they doing telling him my personal business anyway?
"Since you know my sisters, you know I'm a decent guy, right? I don't use girls."
"I guess." His eager expression told me that while he might not use girls, he would have sex with me if I wanted him to. "I could see you again if you want."
His shoulders drooped a bit. "You're not ready now?"
"We just freakin' met."
Were all guys so dumb that they thought girls didn't want a relationship with a guy, but figured a quick bang with a stranger would do just fine?
"And your point is?" His charming smile warmed my insides.
A flush of heat pulsed through me. So I kissed him. He responded with a bit more excitement than I expected. Like he didn't have much experience himself. His kisses weren't that great either. But he was safe, right?
"I'm not ready yet. Maybe next time?"
"Sure. We can get together again." He tipped his head toward me again and I heard someone shout from inside. "The cops are coming."
Clay and I stood and glanced around. Sure enough, sirens blared a few blocks away. He took my hand and led me to the car he had parked down the street. He opened the door. "Quick, climb inside."
People streamed out of the house including his sisters. Margie and Sharon yanked opened the back door and slipped inside. Mary and Cathy were nowhere around.
"Get down!" Clay shouted at us while leaning down himself so his head rested on my lap. I leaned toward him and we ended up tangled together.
"Why don't you just drive us away from here?" I whispered.
He turned to face me and smiled. "We'll wait until they run inside."
A few seconds later, he peeked over the dash. He sat up and turned the key. After starting the car, he took a deep breath and whispered something that sounded like a prayer. I think we all held our breath until he'd turned the corner and crossed the intersection without being followed.
He spoke first. "That's why it always pays to park half a block down. They can't assume you were at the party if you aren't too close when you take off."
"Then why did you have us get down and hide?"
Clay grinned at me. "I just wanted to stick my face between your thighs."
A gasp escaped me and I slapped his arm. "That's sick."
"I was just kidding." He laughed and said over his shoulder. "Tell her I'm harmless, will you?"
Margie spoke first. "He wouldn't mess with you like that."
"Not at all," Sharon agreed.
Why had he wanted his sisters to tell me that about him?
Just thinking about his comment had me a bit creeped out.
Chapter Eight
Over the next week or so I hung out with Margie and Sharon three times. We watched movies and I spent the night at their house the following weekend. I even helped them with some of their moving the following week. They'd canceled the party anyway.
Mary wasn't
"He didn't dump me. He just ran off." I studied my nails for a moment. "Now what am I gonna do? I was having such a good time with him."
Margie and Sharon entered the room and waved. I was surprised to see them at a party, but Mary and Cathy said sometimes they'd show up just to check out the guys. A nice looking man with coppery brown hair and light freckles stood beside them. He introduced himself as their brother Clay. Ah, yes, he was the one who liked me from seeing my picture. Things were already looking up.
After a shy introduction, he took my hand and led me outside. We sat on the porch swing and talked about a variety of neutral subjects. He finally paused and captured my attention by touching my cheek. "My step-sisters tell me you haven't had any experience with a guy and you wanted someone safe to get horizontal with."
I nearly choked on my own saliva. "They told you what?"
"You said you wanted to do it with someone. They thought we might hit it off."
"Wow, I can't believe they told you that." I glanced away from him, my cheeks on fire. What were they doing telling him my personal business anyway?
"Since you know my sisters, you know I'm a decent guy, right? I don't use girls."
"I guess." His eager expression told me that while he might not use girls, he would have sex with me if I wanted him to. "I could see you again if you want."
His shoulders drooped a bit. "You're not ready now?"
"We just freakin' met."
Were all guys so dumb that they thought girls didn't want a relationship with a guy, but figured a quick bang with a stranger would do just fine?
"And your point is?" His charming smile warmed my insides.
A flush of heat pulsed through me. So I kissed him. He responded with a bit more excitement than I expected. Like he didn't have much experience himself. His kisses weren't that great either. But he was safe, right?
"I'm not ready yet. Maybe next time?"
"Sure. We can get together again." He tipped his head toward me again and I heard someone shout from inside. "The cops are coming."
Clay and I stood and glanced around. Sure enough, sirens blared a few blocks away. He took my hand and led me to the car he had parked down the street. He opened the door. "Quick, climb inside."
People streamed out of the house including his sisters. Margie and Sharon yanked opened the back door and slipped inside. Mary and Cathy were nowhere around.
"Get down!" Clay shouted at us while leaning down himself so his head rested on my lap. I leaned toward him and we ended up tangled together.
"Why don't you just drive us away from here?" I whispered.
He turned to face me and smiled. "We'll wait until they run inside."
A few seconds later, he peeked over the dash. He sat up and turned the key. After starting the car, he took a deep breath and whispered something that sounded like a prayer. I think we all held our breath until he'd turned the corner and crossed the intersection without being followed.
He spoke first. "That's why it always pays to park half a block down. They can't assume you were at the party if you aren't too close when you take off."
"Then why did you have us get down and hide?"
Clay grinned at me. "I just wanted to stick my face between your thighs."
A gasp escaped me and I slapped his arm. "That's sick."
"I was just kidding." He laughed and said over his shoulder. "Tell her I'm harmless, will you?"
Margie spoke first. "He wouldn't mess with you like that."
"Not at all," Sharon agreed.
Why had he wanted his sisters to tell me that about him?
Just thinking about his comment had me a bit creeped out.
Chapter Eight
Over the next week or so I hung out with Margie and Sharon three times. We watched movies and I spent the night at their house the following weekend. I even helped them with some of their moving the following week. They'd canceled the party anyway.
Mary wasn't
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