“Excuse me–oh hi!”
As I stood pondering the melons in the corner store and, in effect, blocking the path of middle-aged mothers with equally interesting melons, I heard a voice behind me…a voice I recognized at the drop of the hat. I turned to face the girl next door, her sexy smile, perfectly complementing her large, honey-brown eyes. I had never been this close to her before, and it made me catch my breath.
“Hi…” I breathed, wanting only to scream “You have beautiful breasts!”
“I have somethings *very* important to discuss with you,” she said, pursing her large, luscious lips. “Actually, it’s a bit embarrassing.”
You found out that I can hear you have sex every night with that man of yours? You want me to come over tonight and play? You can sense through my jeans that I’m already turned on just thinking about it? “What is it?” I asked.
“I think my cat has been the one pooping in front of your doorstep.”
“Oh.”
There was an awkward pause. Do I feign anger at the stinky situation? Do I laugh? Do I…
“Well I just wanted to let you know that we’re going to keep her inside from now on. So it shouldn’t be a problem anymore. Would you like me to reimburse you for the inconvenience?”
You can pay me by teaching me how you like to be licked. I want you to orgasm for me. How’s tonight? “No, no, that’s alright.”
She smiled, looking relieved, and my loins flushed a bit as I tried not to look at her chest and imagine her nipples. “Well, it’s been nice seeing you! We should hang out sometimes!” She began to walk away, her hip huggers curving perfectly around her ass. As she bent down to reach a can of jam on the lower shelf, her red thong peeks out from under her jeans, and I took a mental picture.
“How about this weekend?” I blurted after she took a few steps.
“Huh?” She turned toward me and my balls grew even hotter.
“Hanging out…how about this weekend?”
“J* and I were going to have a party. I’d love it if you stopped by. Saturday at 8.” She gave a half-smile and pushed her cart around the crate of milk and out of my site. <
Saturday at 8. Oh, I’ll be there.
