Page 35 of Playing for Keeps

The square-shaped, one-story apartment building is surrounded by old trees. With only a single assigned spot to park, Lola lets me use it for my motorcycle. She finds a spot on the street for her truck with the prominent “Basin Rock Bar” sticker on her fender. She likely isn’t worried about anyone messing with her ride, while mine might gain negative attention.

Lola struts past me as I wait for her next to my motorcycle. She gives me the once-over, admiring how I’m built. I follow her to a corner apartment with a tiny outdoor space. I look over the faded brown fence to see a seating area and a few potted plants. I don’t sense Lola does much gardening.

Inside, I find a large living area with hardwood floors and Lola’s eclectic taste. A dreamcatcher-style artwork hangs behind the couch. A slightly tattered yet colorful rug covers the floor in front of the couch. The apartment feels comfortable, even if I have to duck to get through the door.

A black-and-white cat looks up at us from its spot on the couch. Deciding I’m too much trouble, the furball bolts from the room.

“Moo isn’t used to me bringing people over.”

“I’m good with cats.”

Lola smiles at my comment and shows me around her one-bedroom apartment. The bedroom is smaller than mine at my parents’ place. I’m glad to find two bathrooms, one located off the living room and another in the bedroom suite. I didn’t want to fight over toilet time.

Once in her bedroom, I drop onto her queen-sized mattress and stretch out. “This place smells sexy like you.”

“No fucking,” she says and points her finger in my face. “I want to know if we have something besides sexual chemistry.”

“What if we just make out? Clothes stay on. No one finds relief. Real old-fashioned fun.”

Lola’s mask of irritation drains away, and she shuffles closer. “I want a real date where we eat and talk and then bang. Not the other way around.”

“That’s dumb, but I’m cool with whatever.”

“Why is it dumb?”

“We just ate lunch together and talked about lots of stuff. I know you collect neato rocks like a nerdy kid,” I say, and she narrows her blue eyes at me. “I also know you were an athlete in school until your lovely boobs got in the way.”

“And I know you got your road name from acting like a rabid cat.”

“Hell, yeah, I’ll claw a fucker’s eyes out.”

Finding me funny, Lola loses her grumpiness. She kicks off her shoes before joining me on the mattress. “Clothes stay on.”

“Yes, but I’m going to feel you up. It’s not even a choice. My hands are contractually obligated to seek out such fine tits.”

“Keep it over my shirt, and we’ll have no issue,” she says and scoots closer. “I might need to feel you up, too.”

“Don’t fondle my dick or I’ll jizz. You can’t know how hot you get me.”

Lola’s expression goes soft and possessive. I bet she’s imagining us in the future when my body only remembers her.

Her lips cover mine, and we’re off to the races!

With my hand cupping her head, I lean Lola back on the bed. She moans in reaction to my tongue joining the party. I lick at her teeth until she opens wider.

Lola wants to remain in control. She fears what happens when two people who nearly banged in a truck now have accessto a mattress. We’re bound to bust through our clothes and find relief in the biblical sense.

My free hand strokes her plump left tit, finding her nipple already hard. Lola moans into my mouth and tugs my shirt up, so she can fondle me, too. That’s what I remember most about Lola from our time together in her truck. This is a woman who wants to give as much as she takes. Or maybe she’s a control freak. Either way, she likes to make me as crazy as I do her.

We’re twenty minutes into our make-out session when Lola’s lips break free of mine. She shoves me off and shakes her head.

“We have to have sex.”

“Right now?” I balk. “I’m not sure I’m appropriately beautified for that.”

She presses her hand playfully against my smiling face and gently shoves me. “Shut up. I mean I don’t think waiting until the wedding is possible. You make me so crazy hot.”

“So, get naked and we’ll do this thing.”

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