Page 68 of The Story We Wrote

Aspen looked away, not knowing how to take my words. The blush I loved so much crept from her cheeks down to her exposed chest. I followed it with my eyes, getting caught on her beautiful breasts. They were perfectly in size and shape, honestly the best pair of boobs I’d had the pleasure of holding.

Shoveling another handful of crackers in my mouth, I looked back up, and she was staring at me. I held out the bag of goldfish, and she grabbed some for herself, popping a few into her mouth.

“I would always give these to Penny and Theo whenever they would drink too much. Soaks up the alcohol real good,” she confessed.

I loved hearing more about her and taking in any tidbit of information she was willing to share with me. The more we talked and I got to pull back her layers, the more I lo– nope, not going there. It was the alcohol.

“I need a bed.” I hiccuped, finishing my glass of water in a few gulps. Aspen stood up and held out her hands to help me off the couch. I laid down the bag and glass on her side table and used her as support to stand. “Will you help me take my pants off too?” I quipped, smirking at her with a wink.

“Oh, Boone,” was all she said, shaking her head with a huff. She guided me down the hall as I dragged on behind her. Her dress was still on, but she was now barefoot. “Lay down in bed. I’m going to take a quick shower. I need to wash the bar off me.”

I listened and walked to the edge of the bed. Plopping down, I felt my head and realized my hat wasn’t there. I must’ve left it in the truck. I needed to go get it.

Unbuckling my belt, I pulled my shirt from my jeans and undid the snaps. The shirt ended up in the far corner of her room.

I had to pause for a minute to gather myself before moving another inch. I stood, swaying while attempting to walk towards the front door. As I felt my way down the hallway, a pair of slender hands grasped my biceps.

“Where are you going?” Aspen giggled, turning me to face her. Her hair was wet from the shower and she was wrapped in the same green towel from before.

“That damn towel,” I muttered, hiccuping afterward. Aspen turned me again, pushing me towards the bedroom again. “My hat!” I protested, pointing behind me to the living room. “It’s in my truck, I don’t want someone to steal it. It’s precious.”

“I can promise you, no one is going to steal your hat, Boone,” she comforted me as I stood at the foot of her bed. “Let’s just get the rest of your clothes off and get in bed, okay?” She had both her hands on my cheeks. I needed to kiss her. I bent over slowly and placed my hands on her face, too. My lips pressed against hers, and it felt so good. Aspen broke away and took a step back. I could tell from the look in her eyes she wanted me to.

I removed my pants and left my boxers on, my cock pushed against the fabric. “I could probably go forever right now,” I confessed. Aspen shook her head and helped me to the bed.

“As much as I love your penis and the things it can do, you need to go to sleep.”

Without putting up a fight, I climbed into bed and wrapped myself in her sheets. My erection wasn’t calming down anytime soon, especially because when I was fully tucked in, Aspen dropped the towel in front of her dresser that I happened to be facing. Her ass was on full display, and when she spun around to step into her sleeping shorts, I got a perfect view of her body. I told myself I’d stay awake until she got in bed so I could thank her for taking care of me. My brain betrayed me and my eyes didn’t stay open. Within seconds sleep took over, and I drifted off to the smell of Aspen on the bed sheets and her body burned into my mind.

Thirty Three

Aspen

The big day was finally here. The annual Block Party was in full effect, and the weather turned out beautiful. The streets were lined with vendors, tables, and games ready for family fun. In the town square, a huge stage was set up with the first band of the day playing folk music.

I barely slept last night because the excitement and anticipation were killing me. Mrs. Cassidy texted me late, and all she said was to wear a bathing suit.

I wasn’t expecting what I saw when I arrived early this morning to help set up with Boone. He swore he had no idea, but the shit-eating grin on his face told me otherwise. In Boone’s defense, I hadn’t asked him what his mom was preparing, so he was off the hook.

Jill rented a damn dunk tank formeto sit in all day. Her great idea was to collect money from people who wanted to throw a ball and watch me fall in the water. Just add the sharks and my initial fears would’ve come true.

Next to it, the stand was perfectly set up with a long wooden table sitting under the canopy that included the Cassidy Ranch logo. We had a hell of a spread that looked enticing for customers. Penny even made a goal tracker poster in the shape of a thermometer, so we could keep a live tally.

The sun was baking, and I’d been on this hard seat for at least a few hours. Either people had a secret vendetta against me or they just found joy in watching a young woman suffer, because we were bringing in cash.

Boone was our number one customer for this dunk tank right now. No wonder why Jill needed someone young to sit here. Having to climb up after being dunked was testing my stamina. Note to self, I’m very out of shape.

I sat on the hard seat and pushed my hair from my eyes. I decided to wear a one-piece swimsuit because I knew it would be a family function, and thank God I had.

“Get ready, Darling!” Boone shouted, winding up to throw yet another ball at the target. I was questioning why Boone didn’t play baseball. As the thought passed through my mind, the ball found its target and I ended up submerged under the water for the hundredth time today. I came up for air, placing my hands on my hips to gather the strength I needed to climb up again.

“I’m going to make you pay for this!” I yelled, pointing a stern finger at him. He laughed and blew me a kiss.

Jill came up to the glass. “You’re doing great, sweetie! We’re definitely passing our goal for the day! Between the products and the dunk tank, the Library will be in great shape.” A smile formed on my face because this was going to be great for the library and its funding. Penny was here somewhere, but she disappeared not that long ago to recruit people who wanted to join the fun. She was getting way too much enjoyment out of watching her best friend get dunked.

Surprisingly, both of my parents were also here. They stopped by earlier in the morning, and I saw my mom laugh at the tank. They were making their rounds, but promised to come spend some time at the Cassidy Ranch stand.

Boone stood a few feet away, tossing a ball in the air.

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