Page 16 of Five Summers

I move over to the couch and drop my bag, feeling the weight lift from my shoulders. I rest my guitar against the side of the couch and take a seat.

Running my hand over the fabric feels like indulging in a lavish treat, with its silky texture under my fingertips.

“Do you want a drink?” Poppy asks, peering into the double-door fridge.

“Yeah, okay.”

“What do you want?”

“What have you got?”

“Coke, water, juice.”

So many fucking choices. I nailed the fucking name I gave her. She lives like a princess.

“I’ll take a coke.”

I continue to glance around the room. At least it will be cozy while I hang here a bit. Beats dodging my asshole father’s fists at home. Plus, hanging out with her might help me get my head back in the game. It'll serve as a reminder that she's not my type, someone who doesn't matter. Why else would she be the loner of the school? Chillin' with her for like twenty minutes should remind me how boring she is. Then she won't be occupying my thoughts or giving me a boner.

With a can and bowl in hand, Poppy makes her way across the room. Her movements catch my attention by the way her hips effortlessly sway, captivating my senses. I can feel my body tingling and getting all worked up.

She leans down to pass me the bowl of Mac and Cheese, and I can't help but check out her tits. I have a clear view with the gap in the front of her shirt. Not bad. Not bad at all.

“Thanks,” I add, my eyes quickly darting up to her face.

She leaves the can of Coke on the coffee table in front of me and goes back to the kitchen. I can't help but check her out. Fantastic ass, perfectly round and curvy. I’m curious to know if she’s ever been hit on before and what she would do if I were to make a move. Would she be open to it or would she shut it down?

She returns, her hands full with a steaming bowl of mac and cheese and a can of coke. When she moves past, I'm hit with a lingering vanilla fragrance.

Fuck she smells really good.

I watch as she sinks into the plush, cozy couch, tucking her legs under her. Leaning forward, she places her coke on the table next to mine and snatches the TV remote.

Even though she's not physically next to me, my body is still alert to her presence.

“Is there anything you want to watch?” she asks, her eyes meeting mine before shifting down to the bowl in my hands. “Why aren’t you eating? I thought you were hungry.”

I stay quiet and focus on the bowl in my hands, not paying attention to the energy radiating from Poppy. Damn, I thought being here would finally end these messed-up thoughts. But I just wanna get down and dirty with her, corrupt the innocent little princess, and get my fix.

As I grab my fork and stab a piece of pasta, Poppy presses a button on the remote and the TV turns on. When that creamy mac and cheese hits my tongue, I can barely contain my delight. Holy crap, this is good. I take another bite and enjoy the taste.

"Have you ever watched The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills?" she asks, her gaze shifting towards me.

The Real Housewives - I have no fucking idea what show she’s talking about.

“Do I look like I’m into that, Princess?” I say with a mouth full of food, ignoring the pissed-off look on her face from the name I’ve just called her. “But you watch it if you want? I don’t care.” I shovel more of the mac and cheese into my mouth.

She goes back to watching TV, changes the channel, and throws the remote next to her on the couch. She wastes no time digging her fork into the steaming mac and cheese.

While she eats, I steal glances at her as she remains engrossed in the TV. Holy fuck, the way she sucks the cheese from her fork is turning me on. I'm curious about the sensation of having those plump, pink lips wrapped around my cock. I wonder if she's ever given a blowjob. Probably not. I'm curious to know if she'll kick Savannah out of last place.

While her attention is fixed on the TV, I keep checking her out. The smooth roundness of her face accentuates her natural beauty. As she blinks, her long lashes lightly stroke her smooth ivory skin, beautifully highlighting her big blue eyes.

As she watches something on the screen, a subtle amusement tugs at the corners of her mouth, causing a smile to bloom on her face. Her smile quickly turns into a giggle, ending with a loud snort.

The second I hear it, I grin.

Right away, she puts her hand over her mouth and looks towards me. She gets all red-faced and embarrassed.

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