“Well, let me up the ante.”
Bending down, I threaded my fingers through her hair and kissed her—and I mean really kissed her. If I didn’t have a flight to catch, I’d take her inside and…
“Shit,” I mumbled against her lips. “My flight.”
She pulled away and traced her fingers down my chest. “You should go. I don’t want you to miss it.”
I could see the pain in her eyes, but the longer we drew this out, the harder it would be.
“Alright,” I said and nuzzled the side of her face. “But I promise I’ll text you as soon as I can, okay?”
“Okay.” She ran her hand through the curls along the side of my face and kissed my nose. “Have a safe flight.”
“I will.” Giving her one last smile, I darted off the porch and hopped in my car.
It was cute that she was worried about me.
I drove to the airport, returned my rental car, and barely managed to make my flight. I received some disgruntled stares from the flight attendants as they scanned my ticket and closed the door behind me.
“Excuse me,” I mumbled as I shimmied my way down the aisle.
I hated flying.
Not because I feared the plane would crash or anything, but because it was so damn uncomfortable. The little tin cans in the sky weren’t engineered for monsters and humans with larger bodies in mind. The airlines packed you in like sardines to make the largest profit they could. Sure, flying first class helped tremendously, but that wasn’t cost-effective for most folks.
I pulled the blue alien book from my carry-on before shoving it into the overhead storage. When I told Pam I would read it on my return flight, I meant it. She enjoyed this book, and I wanted to know why; I wanted to be able to discuss it with her.
It wasn’t long before we were in the air, and once the flight attendant brought me my drink order—a whiskey on the rocks—I dug into the book.
Gods, what an opening scene.
The alien woke her up by eating her out—and called her clita third nipple.
A third nipple between her legs.
It was one of the most unhinged yet hilarious things I had ever heard. I couldn’t believe that Pam, sweet stranger to oral sex Pam, read this sort of thing. It was funny, it was romantic, and judging by how tight my pants felt,it was pretty fucking hot.
I grabbed my phone, snapped a pic of my place in the book, and sent it to Pam courtesy of the in-flight Wi-Fi plan I’d purchased. She responded almost immediately.
Pam: Oh my gosh. You’re actually reading it. That’s one of my favorite parts. ??
Me: I told you I was going to! It’s a lot spicier than I anticipated.
She responded with the blushing smiley face emoji, which I could picture as her exact expression. Not wanting her to feel embarrassed, I quickly added—
Me: I’m enjoying it.
Pam: I’m glad. You have to finish it and read book two. That one is my favorite. Did you make your flight?
I pulled up my shopping app and searched for the second book in the series. I was enjoying this, and if book two was her favorite…
Purchased.
Me: Just barely. I’ll be landing soon.
Pam: When you get home, will you send me pictures of your house? I want to see it.
My house.
