Page 15 of Your Pucking Mom

We fell into a moment of silence, a comfortable hush enveloping us.

Then she broke the silence with a surprising question. “Do you ever glance around up here and catch anyone in the act?” I burst into laughter, unable to contain my amusement, and a stream of thoughts raced through my mind. Regardless, spying on others in the nearby buildings hadn’t crossed my mind.

“Why?” The curiosity in my tone matched the amusement in my eyes.

She grinned mischievously. “Well, you never know what show one might witness from up here.”

I found her openness refreshing, appreciating the way she effortlessly brought humor into the conversation. Then in a moment of spontaneous, perhaps foolish temptation, I leaned in, lowering my voice to a seductive whisper. “If you ever want to put on a show, I’d play with you.”

A twinge of regret flickered in my mind. I had broken my own rule, attempting to keep this space a haven for her. However, to my surprise, her body didn’t tense. Instead, she giggled and gave my shoulder a playful clap, as if my suggestion had tickled her sense of adventure.

The knock on the door interrupted us, and Auburn looked at me with questions written all over her face. “A surprise.” The corner of my lip twisted into a smile, but I was facing the door before I could give her a hint of satisfaction.

Upon answering the door, I took the bag and walked over to the marble island. I grabbed a couple of my fanciest plates I had for when my parents visited and set them on the counter with two glasses of water.

“Sit?” I asked hesitantly. She looked down at her clothes, and suddenly, I was an asshole. “Shit. You must be freezing. I’msosorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I just…I assume you don’t live with a female?”

I shook my head. “I have a pair of sweats I can give you and a shirt. The sweats might be big?—”

“Big?” she questioned. “I’m not a small girl, by any means, but you’re a giant human being. They will actually swallow me.”

I adored how petite she was compared to me, this compact figure that had me bending nearly in half to reach her lips in the elevator, but what captivated me most were her curves. I admired the way her jacket dipped in right under her breasts, and the sway of her hips with each step she took. It was enchanting to watch her move, and, yes, I appreciated the way her tits bounced with each step.

I hurried up the steps to the top floor, grabbing the cleanest pair of gray sweats and a white shirt with a small athletic emblem over the chest. When she went to the bathroom to change, it hit me that this was the first time I’d ever let a girl, aside from my mother, come into the home. Here I was, with a catered dinner, having brought her up here without a second thought.

Fuck, this instant attraction was new to me, but I was oddly obsessed with the idea of keeping her around somehow.

“Don’t laugh,” she said from the shadows of the hallway.

“Don’t make it weird,” I quipped back.

“Hardy-har-har.”

“How bad is it?” I asked her as she came back out into the living room.

Oh, it took every ounce of self-control I had not to burst into laughter. “I look like Olaf melted in the sun and became a puddle of cotton,” she said, giving me a small twirl. The shirt met her knees, and the oversized sweats forced her to hold up the legs in order to take a step.

I couldn’t contain myself any longer. Laughter erupted from me. “Stop, where did you come up with that?”

Her face faltered for a second, then she laughed and mentioned her love for Disney movies.

The room fell into a quiet stillness, and just as the silence lingered a bit too long, she asked, “Is it awkward if I just take off these pants? I can barely walk, and I think the shirt is long enough.”

From the kitchen, I looked up at her, attempting to keep my eagerness in check. Unfortunately, I responded too quickly, blurting out, “Yes, of course, yes, yes, okay.” My own enthusiasm took me by surprise.

Play. It. Cool.

“Fuck, that came out wrong.” I offered her a forgiving smile as she slipped out of the gray sweats and threw them onto the couch.

“It’s fine. I’m the one half naked in your house.”

“Anytime, Sunshine.” I gave her a wink, and she shook her head. “I can put them in the dryer so they’re all good when you leave.” Not that I wanted her to leave.

“Oh, yes, please.” She handed me her clothes, and I got them sorted before coming back into the kitchen.

“Sit.” I pulled out a barstool for her.

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