Sexy Sampler #1
Genevieve Jourdin
Shanna Vollentine
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblances of names, characters, or incidents are coincidental. Certain names, while real, are used fictitiously. All situations are the product of the author’s imagination.
Driving Test Copyright © 2012 by Genevieve Jourdin
Unforgettable Copyright © 2011 by Shanna Vollentine
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Table of Contents
There’s a First Time for Everything
By Genevieve Jourdin
“Okay, ma’am, you can start the car.”
I remembered everything from my Rules of the Road handbook, so I knew the officer was going to be paying extra-close attention to my start-up procedure. I checked my mirrors, adjusting the rearview even though it didn’t need it. Officer Greene checked off something on his clipboard as I nervously turned the ignition key. When it started up I checked my gauges although I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. Having a police officer in the car watching my every move was nerve-wracking. It didn’t help matters that he was incredibly good looking, too. His dark brown hair was cut short but stylishly, and the stern look on his face made my stomach clench. He was just too sexy.
“Pull onto the road and make a left turn at the end of the block.”
Damn. A left turn on a busy street. Was he trying to get me to fail? I inched the car out of the parking lot as Officer Greene sat silently, obviously waiting for me to screw up. Thankfully, there was a huge gap in the traffic, and I merged into the flow easily, flipping on my turn signal in plenty of time.
This was a notoriously busy street, one I usually avoided at all costs. I slowly made my way forward, and seeing a minivan barreling towards us, I punched the gas. Unfortunately, my tires squealed and Officer Greene’s body lurched sideways, forcing him to grab onto the handle thing on the ceiling.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him frown and shake his head while jotting something down. My stomach tightened as I realized he was already taking points off. I carefully obeyed the speed limit, driving my absolute best until he spoke again.
“Park between that red truck and the black Toyota, please.”
Oh shit. Parallel parking on a busy afternoon? My palms started to sweat as I concentrated all of my energy on squeezing my car into a space that looked way too small. This is why I never parallel parked. I looked to my left and saw there were plenty of open spaces on the other side of the street that didn’t require a person to hold up traffic. I backed in as slowly as I could, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it.
“Stop!”
I slammed on my brakes, noticing that I was only a couple of inches away from scraping my bumper on the unsuspecting Toyota. Horrifyingly, the sudden braking knocked over the coffee that Officer Greene had set in the cup holder. I was relieved to see only a little bit spurted out of the tiny hole on the lid of the cup. I looked at Officer Greene and he was eyeing me soberly. As I watched, he marked an obvious X in one of the spaces on the sheet. The honking of the car that had been behind me during this debacle made me realize I was still blocking the street.
He sighed and motioned for me to pull out of the space and continue down the road. He gave me a look that had my insides quaking. Only four minutes into the test and I was already failing. I wanted nothing more than to get out of this car and go home, but we hadn’t even gotten to a yield sign yet. His sexy seriousness was making me too nervous to focus properly. Since when were police officers this hot? I took a deep breath and meticulously checked my mirrors and took a right turn that led back to an older, quiet neighborhood. Finally. Now I could show him how good of a driver I really was.
I followed his orders up and down a few streets until we finally came to a cul-de-sac. “I’ve seen enough. Pull into the driveway of that tan house over there.” It seemed highly irregular to pull into a driveway during a driving test, but he was the professional so I followed his direction, pulling into a long driveway lined with thick shrubs. “Turn off the ignition.”
“Did I pass?”
He looked at me incredulously. “Ms. Kelly, do you think you passed?”
I gulped, knowing I had screwed up too many times in such a short period. “Um, yes?”
He shook his head. “No. You are a safety hazard to other drivers.” He pointed to his paper. “You don’t merge well into traffic, it’s obvious you can’t parallel park at all, and you squealed the tires two different times. There are too many deductions for you to make a passing score.”
My stomach, which had been experiencing butterflies since the moment he had gotten into the car, tightened as I contemplated the unthinkable.
“But you have to pass me! I haven’t had a wreck in years.”
He didn’t answer, just stared at me intently. In that second I knew that there was only one option. “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” Stripping off that sexy, crisply pressed shirt he was wearing was the first thing that came to my mind.
He raised his eyebrows. “Are you propositioning me, Ms. Kelly?” He sounded outraged.
My lady parts started tingling at his tone. It was so authoritarian. I wanted to say “Yes, a thousand times yes!” but for some reason, I didn’t think that was the answer the officer wanted from me, so I just remained quiet.
“Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to step out of the car.”
“But why? I didn’t do anything wrong!” He was already out of his seat and walking around the car by the time I was able to unbuckle the seatbelt with my shaking fingers. He opened my door and motioned me out. I swung my legs out of the car with trepidation. Had I crossed the line?
“Please put your hands on the hood of the car.” I turned and assumed the position I had seen countless times on Cops. A second later I felt Officer Greene’s hands on my ribcage, dangerously close to my boobs. As he moved them down to my waist, I realized he was patting me down. “Is there anything on you that I need to know about?”
Since I was wearing a pretty short skirt and a form-fitting tee shirt, the answer seemed pretty obvious, but I replied anyway. “No sir, nothing.”
He worked his way down and over my hips, and farther down, still. He didn’t stop until he reached the bare skin of my thigh. My nipples were so hard by this time that you could actually see them through my slightly padded bra and shirt. His fingers caused an electrical jolt that shot from my legs and straight to my privates. I couldn’t stop the shudder that went through me when his right hand traced the hem of my skirt around to the front, mere inches away from my pussy. I clenched my legs involuntarily as his fingers grazed my oversensitive flesh. Goose bumps erupted all over me as I felt his warm breath at my ear.
“Spread ‘em.”
I gasped as his words sunk in. He wanted me to spread my legs? Out in the open like this? I thought it better to heed his command than risk any alternative.
His right hand traced the line of my skirt’s hem until his fingers were only a couple of inches away from the goods.
“I can’t. What you’re doing is extremely inappropriate. We’re outside where someone might see us.” That’s right. That’s what I was worried about, that someone could see us, not the fact that an officer in uniform had his fingers only a smidge away from my pussy, which was already soaking wet.
“Nobody can see us, but that really doesn’t matter does it? Don’t you want to pass that driving test?”
“More than anything, sir. You just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it.”
“Stop talking.”
I just nodded while his fingers traveled higher up my inner thigh until I felt him hit my bare mound.
“Looks like you forgot something when you got dressed this morning, ma’am.”
His finger moved over my pantyless pussy, and slid along my now slippery cleft. “Ohh.” I couldn’t help the half-moan that escaped me. When he applied pressure to clit, only his left hand securing my hip kept me from collapsing onto the ground since my now-rubbery legs could barely hold me. He moved his finger slowly up and down and across my outer lips, and then pressed his hips forward until I could feel the hard outline of his package pressing my butt. I ground myself against him as he increased the tempo on my clit.
“Oh god, I think I’m going to come.” I reached back to grab at his uniform covered cock, but he jerked straight up.
“Put your hands back on the car or I’m going to have to restrain you.”
I threw my hand onto the car again, and he took his hand off of my pussy to take hold of the bottom of my skirt and drag it up to my waist. I shivered as the cool March breeze hit my bare ass. The sound of a zipper preceded the slap of his cock as it bounced against me. Yes!
He placed his foot between mine and moved it to the left. “Wider.”
I immediately obliged, waiting impatiently for him to put his hands back onto me. He didn’t disappoint, positioned himself to my entrance and glided his hot flesh along my slit. I arched back, trying to get more contact with his cock, but he chuckled into my ear.
“Uh uh, Ms. Kelly. I’m in charge of this operation. I knew the second I got in this car that I’d be getting lucky today. You were practically screaming for it.”
I took offence to that. I certainly didn’t look like I was “screaming for it.” I dressed like any normal person my age. I was a “good girl.” The only thing that had changed was that I had met Officer Greene. He made me feel things that I had never felt before.
He let his lips graze the side of my neck, and my nipples hardened to the point that it was almost painful against the fabric of my clothes.
“Please Officer; I really need to pass this test.”
“Do you want me to overlook all of the mistakes that you made and unleash you on unsuspecting drivers?”
I didn’t have to think about it. I nodded vigorously. “More than anything.”
“You’re going to have to be pretty remarkable to get me to overlook all of those glaring errors.”
“I am. Just let me prove it to you, sir.”
Abruptly, he stepped away from me and the air hitting my legs reminded me that I was only half-dressed in a residential neighborhood. We needed to get things moving if we were going to remain undetected.
“Turn around.”
I took my hands off of the car and turned to face Officer Greene. He no longer looked aloof and rigid, now I could see the hunger in his eyes as well as his cock in all of its glory. I dropped to my knees to take his length in my hand, stroking it once before I captured it in my mouth.
“Mmm. Yes, that’s a good start, Ms. Kelly.”
I sucked it deep a few times, lightly scraping his flesh with my teeth.
“Stop.” I stilled my movements and he reached down to pull me back into a standing position before hoisting me up with a single move. He plopped me onto the hood of the car, and my ass met the metal, still warm from my driving test. His broad hands spread my legs wide and his fingers traveled from my knees and up the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. He stopped at my pussy and I unconsciously tightened my muscles.
“Relax,” he commanded. I tried my best, but we were out in the open, after all. This was highly irregular. He bent over and ran his tongue along my outer lips. It surprised me and I had to force myself to keep from jumping off of the car. “Relax.” This time he said it quietly and it was easier to follow his directive. I leaned back and onto my forearms. It made it a lot easier to watch the action.
When his tongue found my clit I could barely stop the sounds that were straining to rip from my throat. When he sucked the nub into his mouth I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “Oh my god, please!” I was at the edge already and I needed his cock inside of me .
Without a word he stood straight up, grabbed my legs behind the knees, and pulled me forward so that my butt was hanging slightly over the edge of the car. His cock found my opening and inched forward, filling me and causing a wave of sensation to flow from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. I was so hypersensitive that the crisp fabric of his uniform shirt felt like sandpaper on my calves, and the bulky belt (sans gun) scraped against the globes of my ass as he pulled back and slammed into my pussy so hard that I almost lost my breath.
As he started pumping into me with nearly mechanical precision, the pressure inside me built to the point of bursting. I could tell by the way his breathing changed that he was about to explode, too, and finally, the surge of sensations became too much. I lowered my eyelids and let myself go. My arms gave out at this point and I collapsed onto the hood of the car only a second before he grunted and stiffened.
He held my legs tightly to his body as we got our breathing back under control. “You pass.” I could still feel him twitching inside of me.
I barked out a laugh. He was hilarious.
“Okay, babe, I’ve got to get back to work; my lunch break is almost over.” Richard untangled us and helped me back into a standing position. I shimmied my skirt back down while he tucked himself back into presentable cop attire.
I gave him a smacking kiss. “Thanks honey. My afternoon just a lot better. I’m sick of unpacking.” We had only been in our new house for a little over a week and there were still boxes in every room. “I finished in the kitchen this morning, so I’m making chicken for dinner.”
“Sounds good. I just hope that muffin from the coffee shop is going to hold me over until then.”
“Sorry, I should have gotten you a sandwich. I didn’t know you were going to make me drive around for so long.”
“It was fun watching you get all perturbed about it. You really are a terrible driver.” He shook his head and reached behind me to pull me closer for a slow kiss. “I love you. See you in a few hours.” He walked around my Jetta and over to his police cruiser parked right next to it on the driveway.
“Go protect our town, Officer Hotness.” He smiled and blew me a kiss as he backed out of our driveway.
There’s a First Time for Everything
An excerpt from Unforgettable
By Shanna Vollentine
I looked at the clock and could hardly believe it was already time for Ethan to get here. Where had the afternoon gone? I was still trying to decide what top to put on with my skirt. I ended up grabbing a green v-necked summer sweater and some black peep toe heels. I didn’t usually like to walk around in high heels but I wanted to look sexy for Ethan tonight. This would be our first date out in public and I was as excited as if I were in high school about to go the prom.
The doorbell chimed as I stood gazing at myself and trying to decide if I needed jewelry. My stomach clenched in anticipation of seeing him but at the same time I felt incredibly guilty. This was already my third “date” with Ethan and we were keeping our budding relationship a secret from Carrie. It just seemed too weird to tell her that I was going out with her little brother, not to mention the fact that we were kissing. It was strange how excited I got when I thought about him. He was the opposite of the men I usually went for. For one thing, he was a younger man. I just wasn’t attracted to younger men, usually. I always looked for the older, more distinguished gentleman. Wait, that sounds like I’m looking for love at a retirement home. What I really mean is someone older than me. Okay, I’m going to admit that it perhaps has something to do with having daddy issues, or more precisely, lack of a daddy issues. The other reason was Carrie. I just couldn’t get over the fact that I didn’t think she would approve of me and Ethan seeing each other socially without her present.
Lucy was barking and jumping around so I knew it was someone she knew, but I looked out the peephole to make sure it was Ethan before flinging the door open with a smile, all thoughts of guilt flying out of my head.
“Hello Beautiful.”Oh boy, my lady parts were already tingling. I wasn’t sure what that meant for the rest of the night, but it was starting out pretty darned good.
“Hi yourself.” I wasn’t comfortable using a term like “sexy” or “hot stuff” to him yet. I had actually never used those terms on anybody I had dated. It just seemed so fake to me. I stepped back to allow him in and as he walked past me I caught a whiff of his aroma. Oh lord. He smelled like a combination of rosemary and sex. Now, I know that doesn’t sound like something that would normally be appealing but attached to Ethan it was the most alluring scent I had ever had the privilege to inhale.
“Are you ready to go now or would you like a drink first?” There was no harm in being a good hostess. He looked over at me with a grin.
“I would love a drink. The restaurant isn’t going anywhere and I’d be happy to have you all to myself for a little while longer.”
I now knew where the term “silver tongued devil” came from and how it applied to Ethan. He knew exactly what to say to make me want to hole up here with him for the rest of the night. It wasn’t just the words themselves but the way he said them. Yep, my panties were already damp. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Despite my agreeing to date Ethan and see how things go, I was still trying to take it slowly. These new and strong feelings still felt completely inappropriate. I knew it was totally my own hang up. I got that. Women older than me went out with people younger than Ethan every day. It was just that whole Carrie thing. No, really it was a Ross thing. I didn’t want Carrie’s parents to know I was dating their son, either. I didn’t want there to be any awkwardness with Ellen or Robert. They really were better parents to me than my own mother had been these past years. I felt completely welcomed into their family and I didn’t want anything to mess that up.
I smiled at him and he leaned over to give me a hello kiss. It started out as a “hello” kiss, anyway. By the time he took his lips off of mine I was panting and in a state of high arousal.
“Um, okay. I’ve got some drinks in the kitchen.” Well duh, Juliet. I wasn’t going to offer him a sip from the bathroom faucet. I turned and walked into the kitchen before I could say anything else. I could feel Ethan following me which was a good thing since I was too chicken to turn around and look. Maybe this date was a bad idea after all. We hadn’t left yet so there was still time for me wiggle out of it. I went through my mental file of excuses to use. I couldn’t use headache because I would naturally have said something right when he got here. I couldn’t use the excuse of work because, not only was it Monday and my guaranteed off day, but again, I would have said something right away. It was too late to get someone to call my phone and pretend to be work, and anyway, Carrie was the person I would usually use as my caller, so that option was out. I was just going to have to be brave and go through with it.
I wanted to laugh at how stupid my internal monologue sounded. It wasn’t like going out with Ethan was going to be some form of torture. He was intelligent and funny, we liked the same kind of music, and let’s be honest, he was smokin’ hot.
“Would you like a glass of wine?”
“Sounds great.” I jumped when I realized he was standing only a few inches behind me.
“R-r-red or white?” Stuttering? Really?
“Whichever you prefer. Can I help you with anything?” The way he said it was full of innuendo. Where the hell did he learn to be so sexual? He was way past me on the sexual maturity scale. How had I only noticed this three weeks ago? I had been around him countless times over the years. I don’t remember ever noticing this level of, dare I say it, virility.
I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Chardonnay because I needed something cold to snap me out of this sensual haze that Ethan had me under. It was almost unreal. He had been here barely two minutes and I was ready to strip off my clothes and…well, I don’t know what I’d do next. We were standing in my kitchen and all of my sexual experiences had taken place in the confines of a bedroom.
I set the bottle down on the counter and pulled out the wine opener.
“May I?” He was holding his hand out so I gave him the opener. I reached up into the cabinet to pull out wine glasses while I surreptitiously watched him skillfully remove the cork from the bottle. I turned towards him holding the glasses and stood mutely while he poured.
“So where…” I said at the same time Ethan started speaking.
“I hope you...” We smiled and Ethan continued. “Ladies first.”
“No, that’s okay, what were you saying?
“I hope you like Italian. I realize I should have asked first but there is a place that just opened up that I’ve been hearing great things about. It’s near the water.”
“That sounds great. It will be nice to be waited on for a change.” That was one major drawback of being a chef. I usually worked five or six nights a week so I didn’t often get the chance to go out and experience my competitors’ cooking.
I held my drink up in a toast. “To Italian food.”
“To women with beautiful Italian names.” He said it while staring into my eyes and I felt myself melt. We clinked our glasses together and we each took sips without breaking eye contact. Oh boy. I was in over my head. I had never been someone comfortable with sexual banter and for some reason that’s exactly what I wanted to do right now.
“So I can tell by your shoes that you can make the ladies happy.” No. No, I did not just say that. He looked down at his feet with a confused look and then back at me. I think he got my meaning by seeing the fiery blush on my face.
“Um. Okay.” Oh my god, why did I have a working mouth? I wished for a tornado to tear through Seattle and crush my house so that I wouldn’t have to dig myself out of the embarrassing hole my unfiltered mouth had dug. What horrible virus could cause my brain to go on the fritz? There had to be a medical reason for this humiliating verbal diarrhea.
I wanted to apologize but I was afraid to open my mouth for fear of what would escape.
“Juliet, are you trying to seduce me?” I opened and closed my mouth several times before I answered.
“I don’t think so.” I don’t think so? Why didn’t I say no?
He lifted a corner of his mouth up in a semi-smirk. “Too bad because it was working. ”Holy crap. It’s over. I give in. I took a huge gulp of my wine and set the glass down on the counter. I was feeling empowered.
He raised his brows as I stepped forward and closed the space between us. I gathered all my courage and reached up to Ethan’s neck, pulling him down to my level which wasn’t that far since I was wearing heels. His eyes widened as our lips made contact. I immediately closed my own eyes because I was afraid I’d lose my nerve if kept looking at him.
The second I opened my mouth his tongue snaked inside. I may have moaned, I’m not sure, but I am sure I pressed myself up against his chest. After that everything else happened in fast forward. Ethan’s arms wrapped around me and my other hand went up to and around his back.
I was so busy trying to devour Ethan’s face with my mouth that I barely registered the fact that his hands had moved down from my waist and were now touching the bare skin of my thighs. Thank goodness I had chosen to wear a skirt tonight. I moved my own hands from his neck down his back, pulling him even closer to me, while he seemed to be walking me backwards. He didn’t stop until my butt was pressed against the island, and once it was, he grabbed me by the upper thighs and lifted me so that I was sitting on it. I immediately opened my legs so that he could stand between them. Come to Mama. Eww. It’s probably not such a good idea to refer to myself as Mama.
He separated his mouth from mine and moved to my neck. My whole body broke out in goosebumps as his lips and tongue forged a path from my collar bone up to my ear.
“You are so beautiful, Juliet. I could look at you all night long and never get tired of it.” Damn, he’s good. If he could bottle his mojo and sell it, he would be a billionaire. It wasn’t that he was just sexy, though. He made it sound so romantic that any red blooded woman would melt. I was just now realizing how powerful his presence was. He literally had it all. The whole package. He was beautiful to look at, he was intelligent, and he was fun to be around. It was grand slam as far as I was concerned and I couldn’t resist him for another second.
“Ethan, I want you. Now.” He pulled back a little at my declaration and looked me in the eyes.
“Really?” He sounded like he could hardly believe what I had just said.
“Really. I’m about to explode here.” I punctuated my words by wrapping my legs around his waist and pressing his very pronounced bulge against me. I further proved my point by moaning as soon as I felt him grind into my panty clad happy place.
“Oh fuck.” The words seemed ripped out of him, the sounds he made were harsher than anything I’d ever heard come from him before.
“Oh yeah,” I answered him while his fingers moved from underneath my thighs to between them. I couldn’t help the shiver that convulsed my entire body. His fingertips felt electric and they were more charged with each inch closer her got to ground zero. I wasted no time in moving my own hands to the snap of his jeans, it seemed only fair to repay the wonderful feelings he was giving me.
I relieved the pressure on his package when I pulled his zipper down and his boxer clad peen seemed to spring out. Holy mackerel. He was way bigger than I had given him credit for. I think I was finally about to enter the big leagues.
I got a momentary brain stutter as I looked between us. His hands had moved over to my skimpy black lace panties and were tracing the outline of my sopping pussy. I didn’t feel any of my usual modesty and when his fingers slipped under the fabric I couldn’t do anything more than let my head drop forward and give in to the decadent feelings that he was evoking in me.
His finger brushed my clit and he moved up and down my sopping slit and I could feel how much more lubricated I became with each pass. I placed my own hand against the fabric of his boxers and I felt him stiffen in response. I looked up and met his eyes and froze. They were blazing with something I had never seen before. The only thing I could think of was that he looked animalistic. It was the biggest turn on of my entire life.
“Ethan, I can’t wait anymore. Please.” I barely registered the fact that he had pulled my panties down my legs until he was stepping back to get them over my heels. I reached forward to pull the shoes off but he saw what I was doing and stopped me cold.
“No, leave them on. It’s fucking hot.” I didn’t need to be told twice, and I let him maneuver the fabric over my shoes. I had always thought it was kind of cheesy when I saw some chick in a porn movie having sex wearing only her high heels, but hearing Ethan tell me he thought is was hot made me change my mind. I would never think that again.
When he stepped forward again I took the initiative and grabbed the top of his jeans, dragging them down and over his hips. Luckily, his underwear went with them and I was fully exposed to the most impressive peen I have ever seen. It was jutting out in front of him and seemed to be searching me out. Here I am! I scooted as far forward as I could without falling off of the island and I moved my right leg back around him to pull him forward. I brushed his hand that was in the back pocket of his jeans.
I looked as he withdrew his wallet and pulled a condom out. Whew, good thinking. I wanted to kick myself for not even thinking about protection. I knew I wouldn’t get pregnant, I’d been on the pill for years, but I had never been with Ethan, and I didn’t know where he had been. Wow, I must have totally been in a haze of lust to forget that. I was thankful that at least Ethan had a clearer head. He had removed the condom and was starting to roll in down his length when I stopped his hand.
“Let me.” He moved his own hand and let me complete the action. I had never thought of putting a condom on as sexy before, but slowly covering every inch of his dick with my own fingers was nothing short of seductive.
I had barely finished my ministrations before he lunged forward, filling me to the hilt. I had to grab onto his shoulder with one hand and brace myself on the island with my other hand just so I could stay upright. His hands had slithered under my skirt and were holding my hips firmly.
“Oh my god.” I could barely get the words out before he withdrew and sank into me once more. He set a pace that was deliciously slow, but I found myself impatient for more. “Faster,” I panted.
He picked up the pace as well as the intensity of his thrusts and I realized I was on the edge of my orgasm. I was gasping by this time and Ethan was pistoning in me so fast and forcefully that within a few seconds I had completely come undone. I let go of his shoulder and leaned back on my elbows watching as Ethan released into me a few thrusts later. He threw his head back and his face seemed to be chiseled out of granite. It was a beautiful thing to see, even as I realized it was a miracle that I was still coherent enough to notice Ethan at this point. I could not remember ever coming so fast or so hard ever before.
I let myself lay back fully on the island. Oh my god, I couldn’t believe myself. I had just had sex on my kitchen island. I would never be able to look at it the same way again. Instead of the dirty feelings I would have expected to feel about defiling my kitchen workspace, I felt a little bit decadent in my afterglow. Yeah, I used the word afterglow and it didn’t even seem contrived. It was like sex with Ethan was on a completely different level than the sex I was used to. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up. It was that good.
“Juliet, I’m so sorry. This is not what I was planning for tonight. Well, not yet anyway.” He was blushing. Blushing. I could hardly believe it.
“Don’t be sorry, Ethan. That was…” I searched my head for a word that was equal to the feelings swirling inside me. “Magnificent.” Ugh, that sounded stupid, but if was the only word that fully captured my thoughts. He just smiled down at me and leaned forward to kiss me again. This time, without all of the pent up sexual tension from before, it felt even more personal and special.
He straightened back up and pulled me with him. “Are you ready for dinner?”
“You bet. I’m famished.” And just that easily we bypassed any awkwardness that might have developed and moved straight back to our friendly date as he helped me down off of my countertop and handed me my panties. No, nothing strange about that at all, Juliet. I shook my head and straightened myself up. This was going to be a very interesting date.
Coming in Spring 2012
As You Wishby Genevieve Jourdin
Driving Test Copyright © 2012 by Genevieve Jourdin
Unforgettable Copyright © 2011 by Shanna Vollentine
