Giving the old green trash can a good kick for breaking my nail, I stormed back toward the house. When I glanced up at the apartment over the garage out of habit, I saw the curtains move slightly. Awesome. Not only was the new tenant boring, he was also a peeping Tom. Suddenly I was wishing I had dressed a little more appropriately for taking out the trash.
I hurried back inside and checked the time. It was still not even 10:30, and I wasn’t at all sleepy thanks to a late afternoon nap. I thought about calling Poppy just to chat, but she was probably either studying or sleeping…with Ford. My other friends, Leah and Lindsay both had babies, so they were also likely sleeping or spending time with their husbands.
I was starting to feel like I was missing out on something other girls my age had already found - love. Though not for lack of trying on my part. Sure, I knew the type of guys I tended to go for weren’t exactly relationship material. But the nice guys - the good guys - all seemed to be taken.
Knowing I would hate myself in the morning, or maybe even later tonight, I went upstairs and took my phone out from its hiding place.
Me: come over
His response was almost immediate.
Chet: be there in 5
At least he didn’t have anybody else on his booty call speed dial. I thought about putting on some makeup or fixing my hair while I waited. But why bother? Chet wouldn’t even notice.
It was more like three minutes than five when I heard the kitchen door open and close and heavy footsteps on the stairs. And ten seconds later, his boots were off and his hands were under my shirt. Chet wasn’t one for foreplay, and we were usually both naked before I could say hello. Tonight was no different.
“I’m glad you changed your mind, babe,” he breathed against my neck as his hands roughly caressed my breasts.
“What’s my name?”
Chet pulled back to look at me like I was crazy. “Is this some kind of crazy kink? Cause I’ll call you whatever you want as long as you get…”
I shook my head. “No! You always call me babe. I want to make sure you know my name.”
He laughed and resumed his groping. “Of course I know your name, Brooke.”
That relaxed me a bit, and I wound my arms around his neck, pressing my body fully against his.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Chet murmured. He grabbed my ass and walked me backwards until the backs of my bare thighs hit the bed.
In no time, all of our clothes lay on my bedroom floor and Chet was on his knees between my legs.
“You are so fucking hot,” he said as he rolled on a condom and slid inside me.
I gripped his big biceps and rocked my hips up to meet him. Chet kissed me fiercely, and it was those moments that kept me coming back for more. The small moments when I felt like I was the center of his world. Of someone’s world. He moved his hips, the deep thrusting causing the familiar pressure to build inside me.
But as always, orgasm was just out of my reach, and when Chet left my house thirty minutes later I felt on edge and unsatisfied. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy myself. I could just never get off on the Chet train before he made it to the station.
No sooner had he disposed of the condom than he said, “Hey, babe. I gotta get going. I promised the guys I would help them unload the equipment from the show.”
“Mmmm hmmm,” I murmured, not surprised. Chet never stayed over or asked me to stay at his place, and there was always some excuse why he had to go.
“Don’t pout. No one drives me as crazy as you do, babe.” He kissed the top of my head.
I grabbed my short summer robe and pulled it around me as I followed him down the stairs.
“I’ll call you,” he said. It was his usual parting statement. “Hey,” he said turning back when he was halfway out the door. “You wanna grab some dinner later this week. Maybe Friday?”
I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “Sure. That would be great.”
He winked at me and was out the door.
No sooner had Chet pulled his old muscle car out of the driveway than Gram pulled her little red sports car in. That was a close call. Not that she thought I was still a virgin or anything, but I never wanted her to walk in on me in the middle of anything.
Pulling the belt of my robe tighter around my waist, I got a drink of water and leaned back against the counter. Gram came in through the kitchen door a minute later, took one look at me barefoot in my robe and shook her head. I guess I didn’t get away scot-free after all.
“Brooke, what are you doing?”
I jingled the ice in my glass. “I’m getting a drink of water. How was poker night? You’re home early. Did you win big?” Gram played every Sunday night with some ladies from church. They bet some serious cash, and Gram usually came home with a pretty big haul.