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RICK
“Well,who isthatfine hunk of man meat right there?” I look up from the pavement and see a group of three women, all wearing cocktail dresses and heels, and all clearly drunk.
The blonde yelling at me has a slit up her dress that says she’s not headed to the office Christmas party.
“Yo, baby!” her friend calls out, waving her purse. “Where you get those muscles? They on sale at Home Depot?”
“Look at the bulge in his jeans, Liza,” the third one cackles. “He’spackin’!”
Some men might actually get turned on by this gaggle of girls. But not me. My dick doesn’t move an inch. I’m one year from thirty, and a basic group of girls like these is not about to turn me on.
Not likeshedoes…
“Wanna have some fun, handsome?” the blonde asks, stepping up to me. “You strip? He looks like a stripper, doesn’t he, Denise?”
“Sorry, ladies, I have somewhere to be.” I try to push past them, but Liza grabs my arm, digging her nails into my skin.
“Don’t act like you don’t want this—”
“Get off!” I snap, tearing my arm away. All three girls’ eyes go wide as the moon. They’re clearly not used to getting turned down.
Well, first time for everything.
I walk off, and after a second, they start shouting curses at me. Like I give a shit.
I’m in the middle of something right now. Something that meanseverythingto me.
It’s quiet downtown tonight. I take a set of stairs down to the park, feeling my heart race as I get closer.
This is it.
And then I see her. Standing under a streetlamp, looking like lust and desire incarnate.
She looks like she just stepped off a runway. Black heels frame her flawless legs, but the rest of her is hidden from me, wrapped in a trench coat that clings to her perfect curves, concealing the rest.
“You fucking tease,” I mutter to myself, clenching my fist by my side.
Blood rushes to my cock. This is it. This is why I’m here.
Not for those obnoxious girls back there who just throw themselves at anybody. But for this pristine goddess in front of me now.
You shouldn’t be here. Not at this hour. Not alone. You know that…
My adrenaline surges as she turns her head to me. Her bright green eyes flash with fear but something else too. Something that has me seeing a future—a future ofus.
She turns and runs.
And I chase, like the feral animal I am.
The sound of her heels click-clacking on the pavement has me hard enough that I’m aching. It’s not easy to run with an erection, but this girl is worth it.
She runs through the light of another street lamp, which sculpts her beautiful calves with light. The back of her trench coat flips up, just barely showing off the back of her legs and the cleft of her ass.
You’re not wearing panties, you naughty little girl…
Just a stunning, naked body beneath that thin layer of gabardine cotton that I am dying to get my hands on.
