“It’s good that you have one since you don’t have a generator.”
“I think I’ll get something after this.”
“They have whole house units. It fires right up when the power goes out, works off natural gas.”
“I’m definitely going to need that.” She points for emphasis.
“You should also have your service updated. The panel you have is pretty obsolete. I could have the guys help me do it for you.”
“No, I can hire you though, if you do that sort of thing.”
“I do it all the time. My boss can pull the permit for us. We’ll do it like a side job. Nights and weekends. Those generators can get expensive though, especially for a house this size.”
She waves her hand. “I’m confident it will be worth it, and not nights and weekends. I can wait until you have an opening and hire you.”
“Now you’re just trying to take away my excuse to be here,” I tease.
“No, you’re welcome anytime. I just don’t want to take up all your free time.”
“I’m confident it will be worth it.” I repeat her words, and her cheeks get a little pink.Yup, so worth it.
Oswald
Practice is grueling,but it’s the only thing that actually takes my mind off Waylynn for more than a few minutes. Every time there’s a break where my mind can wander, it goes right back to last night, when my head was between her legs and she was grinding her pussy on my face.
“Dude, are you even listening to me?”
“What?” I snap at Higgins when he hits my arm to get my attention.
“Damn, what’s going on with you?”
“Nothing, why?” I pull my shirt on over my head, and it sticks to me because I barely took the time to dry off.
“Wanna eat?” he asks, and I feel bad for ignoring him and acting like a dick because I have pussy brain.
I grab my phone and look at the time. I’m sure Memphis is with Waylynn, so she’ll be fine for a little while, and I am hungry. She still didn’t have power at lunch, and I don’t want to have to buy dinner when I can eat for free. “Yeah, I can’t stay too long though.”
“You got a hot date?” He grins.
“What do you think?” I smirk right back.
“Ain’t never a shortage of pussy for players.” He pushes out of the field house door. I think about correcting him, but there’s really no point. He’s speaking the truth, just not mine because I’m only interested in one girl.
There are several of our teammates headed in the same direction, so we take up the bulk of the sidewalk as we walk over to the dorm. Considering we just got our asses kicked at practice, there are still a few guys who are pretty rowdy, which means they didn’t leave it all on the field. Higgins and I hang back a little.
“Got any plans this weekend?” he asks.
“Don’t think so. You?”
“A few guys mentioned a party Friday at one of the frat houses. I might make an appearance. We’ll have to see how the game goes to see what I want to do on Saturday.” His shoulders hunch a little.
I chuckle softly. “Just don’t get too fucked up before the game,” I warn. I did it a few times in high school and always regretted it, and not just because Memphis chewed me out when he found out.
“Yeah, with my luck, Bronson would get hurt and I’d have to play the entire game hungover.” He smiles in a way that makes me think he really wouldn’t mind, which I get. Field time as a freshman isn’t easy to come by.
“The dorms were pretty packed last week. Did you hang out there after the game?” I almost regret even bringing it up, but then I kind of want to vent about KJ and the chicks he brought to the room.
“For a little while, man, but a few of us went over to a party. It got kind of nuts, which makes me hesitant about Friday at the frat. I saw you in a bunch of tags. How was it?”
