by Joanna Blake
As much as possible.
As many girls as possible.
Speaking of which maybe I'd text Jen later. I knew she was waiting on me. I did enjoy working out horizontally, especially with a sexy female like Jen. She liked to sport fuck as much as I did.
I was turning down our driveway in my convertible when I hit the breaks.
Hard.
A girl was biking toward me. From the general direction of the house. Long dark blond hair blew behind. Big high tits filled out her t-shirt admirably. She had a teeny tiny waist and long tanned legs. She rode closer and I tried to get a look at her face.
Pretty, that much was obvious, with big beautiful eyes. I could see her puffy lips from twenty feet away. Cute little nose too.
The girl looked like a God damned swimsuit model.
No. Wait. What.
My brain went utterly blank as I realized something.
It was Mouse. Mouse was the swim suit model. I was staring at Mouse with lust.
Hot, unrelenting lust.
I jolted to action as she pulled up by my car.
"Nev?"
She stopped her bike, those impossibly long legs straddling the seat. Her jean shorts were short, almost up to the top of her perfect thighs. I swallowed, realizing my mouth was a little bit dry.
But my dick was throbbing.
She smiled at me, cool as a cucumber. Where was the worshipful little Mouse I knew and loved?
"Hey Clay."
She'd grown up obviously. And she'd grown up right.
Still, I knew how to charm the pants off a girl, no matter how hot she was. And I wanted to. I knew it instantly. I wanted to fuck Mouse, of all people.
Really, really bad.
I smiled, letting my eyes wander over that ridiculously perfect little body.
"Where you going?"
She tossed her head, sending a cascade of wavy blond hair over her shoulder. It was very sexy, but not deliberate or coy. She was unconsciously seductive. It was hypnotizing.
"Job hunting."
I smirked.
"In that outfit?"
She looked down at herself and back at me.
I pulled my sunglasses down and switched gears.
"I think you've outgrown those shorts little Mouse."
Then I drove away. Slowly. Very slowly.
Just so I could check out her ass in the rear view window.
Good lord, the girl was fine. She'd stop traffic anywhere. No matter what she was wearing.
I went into the house to change, all thoughts of texting Jen forgotten.
A Bad Boy For Summer
I threw my arm over the back of the seat and looked to the side, letting my eyes slide over her body. Frannie didn't seem to notice. Her hands were gripping the bar that had locked us into place in the Ferris wheel seat.
I leaned back and watched her as the ride started to spin.
She looked like a little kid, nervous and excited. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes sparkled when she turned to look at me.
"I thought you didn't like Ferris wheels."
"I don't! I'm petrified."
I grinned at her.
"I'll protect you."
She laughed as if that were the wittiest thing I could have said. I laughed too, her laughter was that infectious. As soon as we got to the top of the wheel I slid over to her. Her face was startled as she looked into my eyes. My eyes lowered to her soft inviting lips.
I leaned in and tilted my head, angling my mouth against hers.
Her lips felt like pillows underneath mine. Warm and sweet. Her breath mingled with mine as I slowly eased into the kiss, nibbling and licking her until she opened her mouth.
Then the kiss went wild.
My hands reached for her hips as I pulled her against me. Her breasts mashed against my chest and I moaned, diving back into her mouth to tangle my tongue with hers.
I felt like my dick was a fucking rocket, it was so ready to lift off.
The next thing I knew the ride had stopped and a crowd of people were staring at us. I guess we didn't notice. I wanted the ride to go on and on. As it was I had to hold my jacket in front of me as I climbed out.
I glanced at Frannie. Her pretty lips were swollen and pouting. I wanted to get horizontal with her right fucking now.
Jesus Christ, what was she doing to me?
The girl had the moves that was for fucking sure.
I took her hand and pulled her toward the boardwalk, desperately looking for a place to be alone with her. She smiled at me shyly. There was an innocence in her gaze that made me absolutely sure that she had no fucking clue what I had in mind.
I had a sinking feeling that Frannie was a good girl. That her innocence might be a problem. That it might take more than a Ferris wheel ride to get into her pants. It wasn't going to stop me from trying though.
I knew something else too.
I knew it without a doubt.
This girl was going to be mine.
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