Fight Me(62)

“Definitely. I’ve even heard he has a thing for quiet redheaded librarians.”

“Well, where is he?” she asks while looking around at the crowd. “Point me in his direction,” she replies.

And because I can’t help myself – I love messing around with her – I point down to my growing crotch. “Oh, don’t you worry, darlin’. You’ll be getting up close and personal with him later on when we’re in private.”

She laughs and turns her blushing face back to the party.



*****



Later that night – or more like very early in the morning – after everyone is dropped off at their homes respectively, Erin and I head back to my place to crash.

“I think it was a successful party,” she comments as we walk through the door.

“Absolutely. Maddox should be passed out already and hopefully, up early in the morning puking his guts out.”

“Oh, I bet he’s not passed out yet,” she says as she sets her bag on the floor and throws her coat over a kitchen chair.

“Why do you say that?” I ask as I do the same with my coat.

“I think Avery had a little something special up her sleeve for tonight,” she says with a coy smile.

“If you’re talking about sex, stop right there. I don’t want to hear anything about what my sister and Maddox are doing right now.”

A huge smile crosses her beautiful face. “I believe it has more to do with the fact that she found something special to wear tonight.”

“And how might you know this?” I ask curiously. Do women really discuss their undergarments with each other? Like when they’re in the bathroom together since it’s apparently illegal for a woman to go to the restroom without all of her girlfriends.

“I might have been with her this morning when she did a little shopping.”

“Really?” Now I’m really curious. Avery and Erin went shopping together? For lingerie?

“Really. I might have even found something for you as a treat for being such a good boy tonight and not drinking,” she says as she stands there looking all cute and shy. I want to grab her and kiss the shit out of her right now.

“I had not a drop to drink tonight, darlin’. Definitely a good boy,” I say as I finally grab a hold of Erin’s small wrist, pulling her against me. My need to touch her is so desperate that I can’t even control myself. Mine. She’s mine.

“Well, then have a seat on the couch, Mr. Stevens. You deserve a reward,” Erin says as she leads me into the living room and gently pushes me back against the couch. I drop in the seat like my legs give out, a huge smile on my face as I sit anxiously awaiting whatever it is Erin has up her sleeve.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back,” she says over her shoulder as she grabs her bag and heads into the bathroom.

I’m already half hard as the different prospects flash through my mind. Erin bought something, I know it. I can’t wait to find out what it is. I start to get a little antsy as I wait for Erin to come back out of the bathroom. My hands are jittery and my legs are both bouncing. Yeah, I’m damn excited!

When she comes out of the bathroom, I almost come in my pants like a teenager. Erin changed from her black sweater into a form fitting white button down shirt, a tight black pencil skirt and those sexy fuck-me pumps. She also has her hair up in a bun on the back of her head, and she’s wearing her black rimmed reading glasses. She is officially the world’s sexiest librarian.

She walks over and turns on my stereo that is sitting in my entertainment center, flipping it to a station playing some sort of dance music. As she gets closer to me, I can see black lace through her white shirt. I grow painfully hard and am itching to jump up off this couch and grab a hold of her, throwing her down on the couch, but I know she has something up her sleeve so I remain seated and patiently – or more accurately impatiently - wait.

The look on her beautiful face tells me she’s both excited and nervous as hell. I know that she’s so far out of her comfort zone right now as she walks around like a damned wet dream.

When a new song starts, Erin starts to gently sway her hips in time with the music. Fuck me! She’s going to dance! I watch the seductive sway of her hips as she begins to dip a little with the music as she sways back and forth. She closes her eyes as she lets the beat of the music take over her body and she places her hands on her thighs. I don’t think it’s possible to get any harder, but somehow I manage. I’m afraid my dick might actually explode.

I sit back and watch – I couldn’t take my eyes away from this if I tried - as Erin reaches up and slowly starts to unbutton the buttons on the shirt while she continues the slow, seductive moves of her hips. She does it slowly, so painfully slow, as she moves along to the beat of the music.