Page 75 of Freshmeet
Holding the bag of food above her head, she said, “Watch it. Don’t squish the goods.”
Taking her hand, I led her to a picnic table on the other side of the welcome center that didn’t have a view of the crime scene. Sarah took the food out of the bag, along with a couple of bottles of soda from her tote.
“Thank you for getting this. All I’ve had today was water and one of those crunchy, dry-ass granola bars.”
Sarah took a huge bite of her gyro and nodded.
Eating in silence, I couldn’t help but notice how nice it was to have her there after a hellish morning. Without asking, she’dbrought me food. Not just food, but my favorite food. Small stuff, but when you spend your whole life taking care of other people, it’s the small stuff that knocks you on your ass.
Following the day at the lake, Sarah and I fell into a routine that ended with us having PG sleepovers at Frattic every night. For two weeks, we would eat our meals together, cuddle, kiss, and sleep, with no mention of taking our situation to the next level, which was understandable. The killer hadn’t been found, and now that one of the victims was a student, tension between the locals and the university was at an all-time high.
So, when I worked up the courage to ask her on a real date, and she said yes, I was shocked. She had every reason not to trust me, but she was excited to have a happy distraction from the daily articles about the Kirksville Killer.
Very Original.
Excitement turned into insane nerves once I got home and had a few hours to kill before it would even be reasonable to get ready.
The living room was immaculate, my laundry was put away, and only the stove needed to be wiped down. As I finished the final burner, there was a knock at the door.
“Coming,” I called out, quickly washing my hands. When I opened the door, no one was there, but tacked under the peephole was a sticky note with a red lipstick kiss mark, and a pair of panties I recognized as Sarah’s.
“Hello?” I called out, but there was no response. Snatching the light pink lace and note off the door, I went back into my apartment.
I stared at the panties, trying to figure out what the hell Sarah was thinking.
What if Jamie had come over and found them?
Rubbing the soft material between my thumb and forefinger, I thought about how Sarah’s ass had looked in them the night before. I’d only caught a glimpse as she put on her pajama shorts, but it was enough to leave me painfully hard while she quickly fell asleep.
The light pink against my tanned hands sent my mind reeling back to her pale thighs spread in the woods. I licked my lips, remembering her taste. Bringing the panties to my nose, the scent of her floral perfume filled my lungs, and I groaned, my dick hardening.
Nothing smells as good as she does.
I went into the bathroom, setting Sarah’s panties on the counter. Stripping down, I glanced at them and then down at my cock.
Fuck it.
I wrapped the lace around my hand and then stroked my cock. A shiver went through me, and I did it again. Resting my other hand on the edge of the sink, I shut my eyes. I pictured Sarah that night in the woods—her pink cheeks, messy hair, and that sweet expression on her face as she looked down on me between her legs. I would have given anything for it to be her soft ass in my hand instead of the crappy faux granite countertop.
Switching hands, I brought her panties to my nose and breathed in her scent, gripping the base of my cock. Sarah had me so desperate for her that I was sniffing her underwear like some kind of perv.
But she was the one who gave them to me.
Spitting on my palm, I fucked my fist, picturing Sarah’s curvy body bathed in moonlight. It didn’t take long until I turned and came all over my clean shower. I guess that’s what happenswhen you haven’t had sex in almost a year and spent every night pressed up against the girl of your dreams.
Showered, shaved, and seriously regretting the shirt I let Jamie talk me into wearing, I knocked on Sarah’s door. There was a commotion of shushing and thuds on the other side before it swung open.
“Connor! Right on time!” Rae smiled, slightly out of breath. Behind her, Kat and Mona were bent over, holding their knees, gasping for air.
“Uh, yeah. Is Sarah ready?”
“She’ll be right down. Why don’t you come sit down so we can chat?”
“Okay?”
Rae bounced away, and I followed the panting duo to the living room. They all flopped down on the couch, so I took the loveseat.
We sat quietly for a few minutes with their panting breaths and the ticking of an ornate clock without numbers being the only noises in the room. I strained to hear any movement upstairs, but there was none.
