My chest is constricted and I want to smack myself for being so stupid and running off, but he left me no choice. I collapse on the ground and lay my head back on the grass, and let the heat soak into my skin while I take it all in.
“Gram, I want Momma,” I say pulling on her dress, trying to get her to stand up. She swats my hand away and picks up a bottle of brown liquid that I’m not allowed to touch and downs it in one gulp.
“She isn’t coming to get you, Kristy. Now I want you to remember something,” she says leaning closer to me. Her breath stinks. “You would do good to forget everything and just go to school, get good grades and work hard. You don’t need boys and they don’t need you.” She pushes me away with her hand and finishes what’s left of her bottle.
Someone kicking my foot wakes me from my daydream. I look up to find a tall, beautiful woman standing in front of me. When I say tall, I mean tall, compared to my small frame anyway. She looks down at me and I look her over with a hooded gaze. I guess I’m trying to make sure she isn’t here to humiliate me or even beat me.
“Look at you, you’re the cutest thing I’ve seen all day,” she says in a very deep voice. It’s then that I spot the Adam’s apple she’s trying to hide with her shirt. It takes me a moment to look her in the eyes and smile and when I do she does the same right back. There’s a calming sense about her… him.
“Well, Sugar, what’s your name? Where you from?” she asks straightening out her skirt as she gets comfortable in front of me. Her hair is short and dark and she has heavy makeup covering her face.
“Umm… Kristy is my name and I’m from here.” I don’t delve into my life with anyone. There isn’t anything I want anyone to know. I’m very boring and nothing has ever happened to me, unless you count the loss of my parents.
“No need to be shy, Sugar. I’m just after company and I saw you sitting here all by your lonesome, lost in thought, and I thought, hey, that girl over there needs me to annoy her,” she says with a devilish smirk. I can’t contain mine that follows straight after.
“Well, Sugar, since you never asked, in your presence today is the ever loving and fabulous Julia,” she says with a dramatic wave of her arms. I can’t contain it, she makes me happy.
“Ah, and we have a winner. That sure is a killer smile you have there, Sugar. You need to start flashing that about more often and then the boys will be knocking down your door.”
“Oh no, I don’t need a man,” I say defending myself.
“Sugar, I don’t know why, you’re smoking hot. But you are crazy if you think you don’t need a man. Those pipes downstairs need to be cleaned and your vibrator won’t fix that.” She’s smiling while telling me this. I’m not sure if I should be offended or laughing.
She takes a seat next to me and continues to talk my ear off. She asks me questions here and there, but it mainly consists of her telling me about all the glorious men I should be checking out. I laugh in all the right places and find myself enjoying her company. She isn’t here to use me or abuse me. She’s obviously in need of a friend just like I am.
Every time you recall a memory or have a new thought, you are creating a new connection in your brain.
I’m not quite sure what to do. Should I get up and walk out or play dumb and try to land myself a lay with this incredible specimen of a man? He sits back and waits for my reply, but I don’t give him one. So we have a stare off, with me crossing and uncrossing my legs for his viewing pleasure. He doesn’t look down at first, but when he does, his gaze ignites my skin, making it burn.
“I know what you’re doing,” he says not looking up from my now exposed thighs that are open slightly just to tease.
“Oh really,” I state and place my hand on my thigh. I run it up to pull my skirt down just a tad so the customers in the shop won’t know what I’m doing. My other hand starts trailing softly up the inside of my thigh and I watch as his hand reaches out and captures mine in one quick motion for me to stop. But the thing is that he doesn’t pull my hand away, his hand stays glued on top of mine. The touch is what I crave and when he removes his hand, it’s slow and deliberate as the tips of his fingers lead a scorch over my skin. His eyes focus on our connection.
“I’m not someone you want to play games with.” That voice, oh my God, that voice is so deep and husky and I know he’s turned on. I can see the evidence in his pants.
I lean over and place my breasts on display. “But I love to play, especially in the bedroom.” His breath hitches and I tap myself on the shoulder for making this man bend to my will. He may not realize it yet, but I will have him under me soon.