As I tried each of the windows in the back of the house, I finally found one that was opened. It led into a bathroom and was barely big enough for me to squeeze through. I fell right into a large bathtub and then had to find my way back to the front door to let Lilli into her house.
“You got in!” She exclaimed as she slid down off the car and her dress slid up her body.
She quickly pulled it back down but not before I got a glimpse of her lace black panties. At least she was wearing panties; the last time I’d seen her out front she had clearly not been wearing anything under her tiny dress.
“Let me help you,” I offered as I held out my hand and she grabbed it. “I’ll get you to your room and then I’m heading home.”
Lilli didn’t respond as she climbed the steps to her room and I stayed closely behind to make sure she didn’t fall. Her walking was very unstable and I didn’t feel confident at all that she would have made it to her room without assistance. Sure enough, she slipped at the top step and nearly fell face first onto the carpet. I quickly grabbed her and held her up as I steadied her and we walked toward her bedroom.
With my right hand I reached in and turned on the light, but Lilli quickly turned it back off. She closed her eyes at the bring light and then opened them after she had flipped the light back off again.
“No lights.”
Lilli grabbed my pants by the waist and pulled me toward her bed. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes looked at my bulging pants. There was no hiding it – I was rock hard thinking about how fun it would be to have this girl naked.
“I think you are safely in your room. I better get back to my house.”
Lilli grabbed the top of her dress and slid it down over her shoulder while she kept eye contact with me. I swallowed hard as the stretchy fabric moved past her breast and she grabbed the other side and pressed it down too.
“I think you want to stay,” she said softly as she leaned in and let her lips press against my neck. “I think you want to help me take this dress off. Then you want to slide those big strong hands of yours all over my body.”
“Yes, actually I do want to do all those things,” I smiled. “But I’m going to go back to my place.”
“Shhh, don’t go,” she whispered as she grabbed her dress and pressed it down to the ground.
Her black lace bra and panties were begging for attention from me as she stood there waiting for me to change my mind. But I could tell by the sway of her body and the way her eyes wouldn’t stay opened; Lilli needed to go to bed more than she needed me to make love to her.
“I’m going to grab this blanket here and you are going to lie down.”
“Oh, party pooper,” she giggled, but followed my orders and climbed into bed. “Don’t go,” her hand reached for mine and held onto me.
She had a good grip of my hand as she rolled over and I sat next to her in her bed. I looked around the room and it was hard to tell what Lilli was into. She was too old to have posters of boys on the wall and too young to have family photos. There were random photos of cities and a few other photos on a book shelve on the other side of the room. The walls were a neutral tan color and she had a large area rug that was in the middle of the room.
I sat with her for about five minutes until I was sure she was asleep. She was hard to resist, but I was glad I’d been able to. As I’d gotten older my standards had changed quite a bit. No longer did I think it was fun to bring a drunk girl home. In fact, I preferred them sober and able to hold a conversation.
I’d certainly changed a lot over the years. Probably just a natural process of getting older, but perhaps it had something to do with being a father and not wanting any women to be treated badly. Lilli was someone’s daughter and she deserved to feel safe with me helping her to her room.
Slowly, I made my way downstairs and grabbed a cup of orange juice and a couple Tylenol and brought them back up to Lilli. She was definitely going to need them when she woke up in the morning. There was no way she was getting out of having a hangover after the night of partying she’d just gone through.
Chapter 5
Lilli
The way my lips were stuck together was the first reminder that I was in the midst of a really good hangover. I stuck my tongue out through my dried lips and slowly parted them as I licked the skin. This was the part of drinking that I didn’t like, but it was also the part I conveniently forgot about whenever I was out with my friends.
“I’m never going to drink again,” I muttered as I rolled over to grab my phone.
Unfortunately, my phone wasn’t on my nightstand, so instead, my hand dipped right into a cup of liquid. I peeked through one half closed eye as I noticed there was a cup of orange juice sitting next to my bed with a sign in front of it.
-DRINK ME-
The small piece of paper read. My eyes darted back and forth as I searched my memory for what had happened the night before and who had written the note. My parents were out of town for the week, I remembered that much.
I pressed the palms of my hands against my eyes as I tried to remember what had happened. My feet dangled near the ground as I rolled all the way over and pressed my body upward. The more I tried to remember the bigger the sinking feeling in my stomach got.
-TAKE ME-
I read on a second note with two Tylenol on top of it. I looked over the pills and verified they both had the familiar Tylenol logo on them and then decided it was a good idea to take them with the orange juice that was there. My mind was starting to wake up and bits and pieces of my night were rushing to me.
I knew who had left the orange juice for me.
Quickly, I jumped up and pressed the blue curtain open as I looked over toward Devin’s house. His car wasn’t in the driveway though. As I stood there in my bra and underwear the bulk of my evening came to my mind.
The embarrassment was rapid as I sat down on my bed and dialed Anna’s number right away. She wasn’t going to be much support in the matter, but at least she could help me figure out how I should handle things from this point forward.
“Why are you calling me? You know I need like twelve hours of sleep each day,” she said grumpily.
“I woke up in my underwear, in my bed, and Devin left me an orange juice and Tylenol.”
“Who’s Devin?”
“The hot neighbor guy!” I screamed into the phone. “The hot neighbor guy had to help me get into my house because I’d forgotten my key and I basically accosted him and he did nothing. Instead, he left me some juice and medicine for my hangover. Oh my God, I’m going to die of embarrassment.”
“I hear you talking but my brain is not working. So the hot neighbor guy, Devin, was in your bedroom?”
“Ugh! Anna. You don’t understand. I basically threw myself at him more than once and he did nothing. More than nothing, he felt so sorry for me that he got me an orange juice and Tylenol.”
There was a long pause as I heard Anna moving around a little and hoped it meant she was waking up enough that she could actually hold a conversation with me. I took the time to grab some workout clothes and change so I could go for my run when we were done.
“How much throwing did you do?” She finally asked as I heard her drinking something in the background.
“A lot. I tried to kiss him. I grabbed his um…private area. I wrapped my arms around his neck and told him I wanted him. I think that’s it, but I’m not sure. It’s still a little fuzzy.”
“Oh, that’s all?” Anna laughed.
“There’s no coming back from this, is there? I’ve ruined it. Now he thinks I’m some lush that throws herself at any guy who happens to be nice enough to help me out when I’m drunk.”
“No, we can work with this. He’s obviously a good guy. I mean I don’t know many guys who would say no to you grabbing their cock. You were drunk, right?”
“Yes, you know I was.”
“This is good Lilli. This is awesome. He has so much respect for you that he didn’t sleep w
ith you. This means he’s into you.”
I wasn’t quite wrapping my brain around her logic, but it still gave me a little comfort. Embarrassing myself around Devin was becoming a thing and I really didn’t like it. Not that my hot neighbor guy was going to be anything to me in the long run, but I just hated looking like someone I wasn’t.
“So what should I do when I see him again? Because knowing my luck I’m going to end up seeing him and I’ll make a total fool out of myself.”
“Hmmm, well there are two options. You could play naive, like you don’t remember at all, but that means you would have let any guy help you into the house. I don’t like that plan…” she continued on as if talking to herself and not me. “You’ve got to own it. Thank him for being such a gentleman but you have to balance that with letting him know you’re still very into him.”
“Oh, that seems simple enough,” I said sarcastically. “I can hardly talk to the guy. There’s no way I can be thankful and flirt all at the same time. You’re overestimating my abilities.”
“Shut up Lilli! You can do this. But you need to be ready. It has to happen the very next time you see him. If you see him in his house, you have to go knock on the door. The very next time he lays eyes on you, you have to be ready.”
Anna sounded extremely serious and I pictured her pacing around her room as she hatched the next step of my plan to get Devin to think of me as something more than a little girl. I was going to have to practice what to say, there was no way I could think of something off the top of my head.
“What do I say to him?”
“Hmmm…. Appreciative and flirty…let me think…” her voice trailed off as I heard her in the bathroom. Anna certainly didn’t have a filter on what she did and who was on the phone while she did it.
“Maybe I could just say thank you for helping me get into my house safely?” I offered.
“No! Absolutely not. That’s boring.”
“I want to go for my run, so can we talk about this later?”
I flipped the phone onto speaker as I changed my clothes and sipped some more of the juice. My feet felt swollen as I pressed them into my running shoes and tied the laces. Anna was still quiet as she thought of what I should say.
“You have to know what you’re going to say when you see him. This is important,” she scolded me. “Touch his arm. No matter what you say, make sure to touch his arm and make eye contact with him.”
“Okay.”
“Tell him you had a dream about a sexy guy that looked just like him who brought you to the bed last night.”
“Oh, my God, no I’m not saying that.”
“Lillian Baxter, you better not waste this opportunity.”
“I’ll think of something to say while I’m out for my run and I’ll text you. Deal?”
“Fine, but if you don’t have anything planned, then just smile and get out of his line of sight before you have to talk to him. Only until we have decided what you need to say.”
I rolled my eyes at how complex Anna was making this all. I just wanted some advice on how to handle things when I saw him next. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to manage to say anything to the guy since my embarrassment was still so raw. Most likely I’d turn bright red when I see him and be totally unable to speak at all, which would just solidify his likely belief that I was a child and not at all in the realm of someone he’d ever be with.
“Okay, I’ll text you later. I’ve got to run a little and burn off this alcohol.”
“Later. I’m going back to bed.”
After guzzling about a liter of water, I put my sunglasses on, turned up my music and set off on a jog. The feeling of the pavement under my feet was just what I needed to push through the aftermath of my day of drinking. My muscles tightened and released as I went up the large hill at the end of our street and then turned toward the south end of the trail.
The bike path near my house went for nearly twenty miles uninterrupted. I’d never followed it more than five miles from my house though. It ran near a small stream and then sometimes went up through a wooded area. I never felt all that safe on the trail when I was alone, so I often just chose to run on the sidewalk.
After jogging for about thirty minutes I turned around and made my way back toward my house, but couldn’t keep the jogging pace up the whole way. I started walking and stretching my arms as I made it back to my neighborhood and crossed the street only a few blocks away from my house.
A dark black Infinity car pulled up to the stop sign and honked at me. I glanced at them and smiled, but then continued walking toward my house. The sun glare was preventing me from seeing who was in the car and I figured it was just someone from the neighborhood saying hello.
When the car turned the corner and pulled up slowly next to me, my heart raced as I thought about how I would escape someone if they tried to attack me. The car rolled down their window and I saw someone lean over. I slowed down and looked into the vehicle to see if I could get a better view of who it was.
“Hi Lilli, you look like you’re feeling better,” I heard Devin say.
“Yes I am,” I answer as my mind went absolutely blank on what I was supposed to say to him.
“Do you want a ride? You look pretty tired.”
“No thanks. Just trying to burn off what’s left of this alcohol. Um, thanks for making sure I got into bed last night.”
“Sure, it was my pleasure,” Devin said and my heart flipped over with the excitement.
It was his pleasure! He just said that and my brain went blank. I tried to think of something witty to reply back to him with, but nothing came to mind. In fact, all I was doing was staring at him like I had something to say, yet nothing was coming out of my mouth.
“I better get going, I’m starving. I don’t think I’ve eaten since breakfast yesterday,” I laughed nervously.
“Come over to my house and have a sandwich with me,” Devin offered. “I just went grocery shopping so I can guarantee there’s no mold on any of this stuff,” he laughed and pointed to the bags in the back of his car.
“Okay,” I decided to accept. “I’ll come over.”
“Great. I’ll see you there. I’m going to go unload this mess.”
He pulled away and it took all my self-control not to jump up and down with excitement. I’d just agreed to come to his house and have a sandwich. I hadn’t even been as nervous or embarrassed as I thought I was going to be.
With my new level of confidence, I walked quickly up the hill toward our houses. Just before going around the corner though I lifted my arm to take a quick sniff of my armpit and was terrified at the smell. I definitely smelled like someone who needed a shower as the rich aroma of bar smoke and alcohol had penetrated every pore of my body and was coming out in the sweat.
There was no turning back now though, I’d already agreed and Devin was in front of his house unloading several bags of groceries.
“I can only stay for a few minutes,” I offered as I grabbed a couple of bags and went inside with him.
“That’s fine. I’ll make the sandwiches right now. Go ahead and have a seat, this shouldn’t take too long.”
As I made my way through his sparsely furnished house I couldn’t help but notice the lack of lived-in feeling I got. None of the furniture looked worn out at all. In fact, it all looked brand new without a tear or scratch on it.
Devin’s taste was clearly modern by the new age coffee table he had that was on wheels and the sleek design of the modern couches. I fell into the large couch and took in the sights of his living room.
“How long have you lived here?” I asked.
“Not too long. But long enough to know you don’t normally live here,” he said from the kitchen.
“I’m coming in there, I don’t like yelling from here,” I said as I found a spot on the counter and pulled myself up onto it.
Instantly, I remembered Devin putting me onto the car the night before. My hands had pulled him toward me and I remember f
eeling how hard he was. His excitement was like a compliment to me though, and even though I was intoxicated then, I still really liked knowing how excited I’d gotten him.
“Make yourself at home,” he laughed.
He ran his fingers through his hair as his eyes looked down at my legs and then back up to my eyes. I felt the heat between us and the sexual undertone that was just beyond his gaze. My chest started to feel hot as he brushed past me and grabbed the bread from the counter.
“Want help with that?” I offered.
“I can manage a sandwich. I’ll enlist you for help once I get down to cooking.”
Okay, wow, was that a subtle way of saying that he was going to invite me over sometime and cook a meal for me? This was good, this was really good.
“Thanks again for the last night,” I said in my most seductive voice.
“You remember last night?” He asked as he took a step closer to me.
“Yes.”
“Do you remember everything about last night?”
My face flushed as his eyes gazed deep into mine. Oh yes, I remembered it all. I wasn’t going to admit that to him though. No matter what Anna had said, I couldn’t look him in the eyes and flirt when I was totally sober, I just couldn’t do it.
“I think I remember enough to be sufficiently embarrassed,” I giggled and looked away from him.
He reached for my chin and lifted it up so our eyes were only a few inches away from each other. The touch of his fingers sent warm billowing through my body. I couldn’t look away because of how his fingers were just below my chin, but I did my best not to make eye contact as I looked at his lips instead.
“I remember as well,” he said confidently.
Even though he was only inches away from me, Devin was only touching my chin and nothing else. He could have placed his hands on my legs, he could have been much more forceful with his seduction, but he chose to keep a slight distance.
“Oh God, I’m going to die,” I said softly as he held onto my chin and I finally let our eyes meet again. “Please just forget everything that happened. That wasn’t me. It was the alcohol.”
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