Olivia:
Okay, I’ll just be here…
A picture pops up next. She’s lying in her bed wearing my shirt, her long legs covered by some kind of frilly white socks that reach her knees. My dick twitches in my jeans.
Penn:
Not nice.
but so fuckin pretty ;)
Olivia:
Oopsie!
She’s been getting bolder over text and every time we’re together, she tries to see how far she can push me, probably hoping I’ll break and fuck her into oblivion. At this point she’s going to have to beg before I cave. I’m surprised how long I’ve been able to refrain from doing what she’s so obviously trying totempt me into doing. I’ve been trying to respect her boundaries, but I’m not even sure she has them anymore.
Another picture comes through. This time it’s her flat, bare stomach, and a flash of black lacy underwear. Jesus Christ, she’s going to kill me.
Penn:
You will pay for that one, Barbie.
“Dude, give the girl a break. You haven’t put your phone down for twenty minutes. What could you possibly be talking about?” Travis asks, jumping off the platform stage we built together years ago and heading right for me.
“Come on, Trav, don’t be like that. He’s smitten, and when has Penn ever been smitten about anything?” Liam says.
I stare blankly at them.
“There was that time in Athens…” Travis trails off, a gleam in his eye. I narrow mine in warning, but he’s a shit, so he continues. “There were these three cute girls dressed up like jack-o-lanterns.” He turns to Liam, who seems confused. He was there that day, just not that night.
Liam makes a face. “Dressed like pumpkins? That doesn’t sound hot.”
“You wouldn’t think, but these chicks had on orange, short as shit tutus, with knee-high fuck-me stockings, and jack-o-lantern-faced shirts. Cute as goddamn buttons, weren’t they, Penn?” Travis’s grin spreads wide, and I know he’s not going to stop.
I keep my face completely passive.
“Was it Halloween?” Liam asks, still confused. “Why were they dressed like that?”
“It was close. Remember that weird pumpkin festival we crashed a few years ago?”
Liam’s eyes go cloudy. When it clicks, he nods. “That placewas full of old folks. Where’d you find girls? And where the hell was I?”
“Baby, you weren’t even twenty-one yet. We put you to bed.”
Liam gapes at him. “That’s rude.”
Travis waves him off. “Anyway, after we played, we got fucked up on pumpkin beer and edibles. Found those chicks literally in the goddamn pumpkin patch, just waiting to be picked.”
I sigh. Jesus.
Liam is entranced as he listens, his chin resting on his fists.
“Get this. We had a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. A fucking ginger, Liam. They swarmed us like bees to the hive.” Liam gasps and I roll my eyes so hard it hurts. “Turns out their families were the ones running the show. And once they saw it was us—the devious punks who stole the stage. Oof, you couldn’t keep them off us.”
“What happened?” Liam asks.
Travis shrugs, looking at me.
