Until Lilly(94)
“I just got home I don’t have time for this right now. Call your ex tell her that she needs to come get her stuff tomorrow or you’re burning it. And honestly if she doesn’t show up I say burn that shit.”
“Look, you and I both know that she is not going to come get her shit she thinks if it’s here that she has a reason to come back.”
“So put it in your car and take it to her house and put it on her lawn.”
“I would have done that but I need a truck and I haven’t had time.”
“She has been out for almost a year, how the hell haven’t you had time?”
“Okay I’ve had time I just haven’t wanted to deal with all the crying that comes along with seeing her.”
“Aw you cry when you see her.” I laugh.
“Tears of joy that she’s out of my life fucker.” I laugh along with him as I set Daisy on the ground and grab a beer out of the fridge popping the top and taking a swig.
“If she doesn’t come by this weekend to get her stuff let me know and I will go with you to take it to her we can borrow Cash’s truck.”
“Sound’s good. So who’s this chick you’re seeing? Is it the red head from the bar the other night?”
“No, and you don’t know her.” Shit I don’t even know her. All I know about her is that she smells like apples and cinnamon. Has the softest brown hair that I have ever seen or felt. Her brown eyes darken to almost black when she’s kissed and her skin is the color of milk and turns pink when she’s nervous or embarrassed.
“Did you hear me?”
“What?”
“I asked if you were up for another job this week?”
“I’m not sure right now.”
“Alright let me know.”
“Yeah, sure later.”
“Later.” I clicked off the phone while tossing it onto the counter. Daisy is sitting at my feet looking up at me. I open up her treat jar, her eyes following my every move. I hold it up and she dances around before I drop it to her.
I wonder from the kitchen into my room pulling off my shirt. Tossing it onto the floor followed by my jeans and boxers. Going into the bathroom I start up the shower letting the glass stall steam up before stepping inside. I let the hot water run over me, my head goes back thinking about Sophie and her big brown eyes looking up at me with nervousness and hunger, something that I have never seen on a woman’s face before but something that will forever be etched into my brain. I knew the minute that I saw her that she was it. How I knew? I don’t know but it was like my soul lit up, cheesy as fuck but also true. I don’t really have time for her right now and she is not someone that looks like she would ever be interested in someone like me but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try. She has a look of innocents about her. I guess that could be a front but something tells me that it’s not. I feel my self-getting hard thinking about those fucking heels that she had on, they should be illegal. She looked like any man’s dirty librarian fantasy or maybe a naughty secretary. I palm my self-moving in long steady strokes. I wouldn’t mind seeing her on her knees in front of me, her skirt up around her waist legs spread showing off her pussy, her top open, breasts hang over the top of her bra, her nipples hard and dark pink from being sucked, licked and bitten. I would stand in front of her feeding her my dick. My hands in her hair, dictating her pace, I feel my balls draw up my strokes moving faster. Her hand would cup my balls gently, her other hand moving with her mouth as I fucked her mouth. “Shit” I groan into the empty shower. Long jets of cum hitting the wall in front of me, I haven’t jacked off to the thought of a woman since I was thirteen and Margret Jenkins showed me her tits in the boy’s bathroom on a dare. I catch my breath before I wash up and head to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.#p#分页标题#e#
When I walk into the middle school I’m not surprised when the security guard ask who I am, and what I’m doing here. I tell him that I’m looking for a librarian by the name of Sophie. He doesn’t know who she is so he sends me to the principal’s office for someone there to help me out. I’m used to being judged for my appearance. I’m covered in tattoos, have a fohawk, and gadgets. I basically look like a person you should run from. When I get to the office I look around.
“Can I help you?” I look down at an older woman with lite purple hair.
“I’m looking for Sophie.”
“Sophie that works in the library?” She questions with a smile.
“Yes, can you point me in her directions?”