Our gazes clash, completely electric, and her mouth forms into an ‘O’ shape. “Fuck, Evan,” she chants into my neck, body shuddering, legs tightening around my waist as her clit throbs and pulsates. Her pussy tightens around me, and a second after she’s come down from her orgasm, I pull out and finish, my fluid dripping onto Flo’s thick thighs.
Resting my forehead against hers, I break out into a smile, which results in Flo doing the same.
She kisses me, hard and feverish. “Nowa midnight snack?”
“I'm good. I’ve just had mine.”
She swats at my chest, but can't force the humour from her features.
30: Flo
“You received the trip plan, I assume? And you’ve read it over and are happy with it?” Jack, my trip coordinator, says to me in a chirpy tone. The phone feels heavy in my hands.
“It looks good.”
A laugh. “Good? Is that all it gets?”
“No, sorry, I’m excited.”
There was a weekend mixer in Texas that we were all invited to to get to know each other before we have to spend the next six months stuffed into a campervan with our people of choice, but of course, I didn’t go.
One: because I would have had to pay for flights and ask for the weekend off from taking care of Leo, which I didn’t want to do.
And two: because frankly, there were a million other things I’d rather do than go to the mixer.
Leo and I had planned to design some more outfits for Donkey, and he was going to come with me to help choose the fabric, before we stopped by the animal shelter to visit Cheese on the way home. The day was a whole thing, andhe loved every second of it, especially when I agreed to buy him an ice cream with two scoops instead of one, which he then dropped in my car, so we spent the next hour deep cleaning my seats.
“Since you didn’t attend the mixer, I’ve allocated you a camper van. I hope that’s okay?”
“I’m fine with that.”
“You’ll be with Jenna, who’s a bit of a party animal, so I’m sure she’ll make your trip eventful, as well as Tyler and Abi. They’re both pretty early risers, so I hope you don’t mind getting little sleep for the next six months.” Jack chuckles, and I force myself to join in.
Early risers… great. I like sleep.
“Do you have any questions for me?”
“I don’t think so. Thanks, Jack. It’ll be nice to finally meet you.”
“See you soon, Flo, starting in Florida!”
There’s a knock at my bedroom door, and after I hang up the phone, I open it to reveal a smiling Evan with Leo perched on his shoulders, holding a plush mini football.
Their smiles—it’s like they know something I don’t.
“What’s going on?”
“You didn’t think I was going to let you leave without teaching you how to play football, did you? You’ve taught me a lot, so the least I can do is return the favour, even if the skill is as useless as how to throw a ball.”
“I’m gonna be a football player!” Leo squeals.
“No, you’re not,” Evan says grumpily, setting him down. Leo squeezes the ball between his chubby fingers and sprints away, looking back and giggling, hoping that we’ll be following him.
“Careful of your arm, Leo!” Evan turns to me now. “You coming?”
I look down at the phone in my hand before throwing it on my bed. “Yep, but first.” Snatching something off the small armchair, I hand it to him. “Happy latelatebirthday. I would have added more to it, but I didn’t have time.”
“What’s this?”
