Page 17 of Just One More Shot

I laugh “Yeah I was just thinking about how much I love your face between my thighs.”

She gasps, leaning across the table and slapping her hand over my mouth. “Caleigh, people can hear you!”

I pull her hand off my mouth and nip her palm with my teeth. “That was the point. People need to know you are mine now. Do you have a problem with that?”

Her cheeks turn red. “No, I don’t care that people know we are together. But they don’t need to know what we do behind closed doors. What if a kid hears you?”

I laugh. “Okay, yeah you are right.” I look down at my phone and check the time.

“Okay, we need to get going before we are late.” We stand up and throw our trash away as I walk her to her car. She gets in and starts it. I lean down and kiss her. “Bye, sweetheart. I will text you later.” She smiles as I back up to head to my car.

As much as I am looking forward to this weekend, I get an uneasy feeling in my stomach. We agreed we are together now, and that we would go have fun with Damon. I would do anything to make her happy.

Elise

It's Saturday afternoon and I am starting to get nervous about tonight. I know we have done this before but something just feels different now. The last few days with Caleigh has been amazing. We ate breakfast and dinner together, then fell asleep watching One Tree Hill each night.

I just showered. I am sitting on my bed in my thong and bra with my hair up in a towel, rubbing lotion on my legs when Cal walks in. “Do you need help with that?” She asks.

“I am almost done. But I don’t mind you doing it for me again.” I smirk. She grabs the bottle from me, kneels on the floor in front of me and starts at my left ankle, works her way up to my thigh, then repeats on my other leg.

When she gets to the top of my right thigh, she starts to go up further. My breath hitches, and her eyes pop up to mine, then back down to my panties. She moves them to the side slowly and rubs my wetness over my lips. “Look at how pretty your pussy is. Already nice and wet for me.” She hums and reaches up to rip them down my legs.

She grabs my thighs and widens my legs so she can get a better look. She hovers her mouth over my needy cunt and slowly spits on it, watching it as it drips down through my slick center, then repeats. She takes both of her hands to spread my pussy apart as wide as it will go, and then slowly runs her tongue through it as she looks into my eyes.

She pushes two fingers in me “Listen to the sounds your pussy makes for me. Such a good girl the way you take my fingers.” She praises, then latches onto my clit.

“Oh, Caleigh more.” I whimper. She adds another finger and curls, making me explode in her mouth. “This is why I love you between my thighs.” She smirks as she gets up to clean me off.

Damon sent me his address and told us to be there around 9 pm. Cal and I grabbed some food and now we are walking up to Damon's house, tequila in hand. I wonder what he does for a living.

His house is ten minutes down the road from ours. It is a white two-story house that sits on stilts, with a garage under it. There is a wraparound porch on the first floor with swings. I noticed that there is a path going along the side, to what I assume is the beach.

We get to the front door and I am surprised that I don’t hear music. “Are we at the right address?” Caleigh asks.

I double check my text message and the number by the door. “Yeah 1608.” I knock and nobody answers.

Caleigh steps in front of me and opens the front door. “What are you doing? We can’t just walk in here like that.”

“Sure we can. Its unlocked and he knows we are coming.” I follow behind her and we walk towards the back of the house. The lights are dim and I hear faint music playing upstairs. “Damon!” Caleigh calls out. “We knocked and nobody answered so we let ourselves in.” Footsteps start moving above us, then I hear a door open.

“Hey, sorry,” He yells down the stairs. “I will be down in a few minutes.” The door shuts.

I cut my eyes over to Caleigh and she says “I thought this was supposed to be a party?”

I shrug. “Maybe he meant a party for 3?” I giggle and she joins in. She grabs my hand and pulls me towards the kitchen and starts looking in his cabinets for shot glasses.

“Ah HA! Found them. For a man he sure does have a lot of shit in his cabinets and they match!” We laugh. I pour two shots and we throw them back. I look around the living space, and Damon does really well for himself.

The countertops are grey and white marble to match the white cabinets. He has one of those huge stainless steel commercial refrigerators with a window built in one of the doors to see inside. From where I am standing it looks like nothing but fruits, vegetables and water bottles. I open it and notice there is also some Gatorade, la Croix, snatch a lime out for the tequila. “No wonder he stays in good shape. He has no junk food.” I open the freezer part. “Not even ice cream.”

I look over to Caleigh and she says “There is nothing wrong with that.” and shrugs.

Just as I shut the door, Damon comes walking in the kitchen. It looks like he just got out of the shower. His dark hair is wet and I can smell the Irish Spring soap that he used. “Sorry, I was being nosey.”

He smiles “It's all good.”

I look up at him and notice he has a faded bruise around his eye. “Did you get into a fight or something?” He looks at me confused. “There is clearly a bruise on your left eye.” I say.

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