“No,” she said. Her eyes were locked on mine and she was already panting a little. “Not exactly… I guess your dick is a truth serum, too, because honestly, it kind of just makes me like you more.”
“Shit. We’re in trouble. Because now that makes me like you more.”
“I think we are in trouble.” She smiled a little. “I just don’t want you to get your heart broken, Ashley.Thatupsets me.”
I leaned back on my heels with my dick in my hand. “It’s already been broken. And don’t worry, it’s like I told you. I’m not falling in love anymore.”
I didn’t even know why I said that to her, or why I’d be so stupid as to say that shit to hernow.
But there it was.
She sat up. “Stop lying to me, okay?” she said softly. “You’re really bad at it.”
“I am?”
“No. Actually you’re pretty good at it. But I can just tell.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I was still holding my dick, I was still naked, and I was still hard as fuck and dying to be inside her. But she looked kinda… sad.
“I’ve killed the moment,” she said, sadly. “Again.”
“Uh-uh. Me telling you I’m not gonna fall in love with you, right when I’m about to fuck you? That’s gotta be worse than catching a dick in a zipper.”
“It’s not,” she said, shaking her head, “because you’re full of shit. I don’t even believe you.”
Fuck, I wanted this girl. Like I just wanted to be inside her years ago.
Why wasn’t I inside her years ago?
Like maybe if I’d been able to track down her sister four years ago… I would’ve found her instead.
“Come here.” I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me as I lay back. She sat on my hips in her little dress, with my hard dick, now sadly ignored, resting against her ass. “Tell me something weird that turns you on.”
Danica gazed down at me with all her soft hair dangling around her face, the front of her dress gaping open and her tits in my face. So beautiful. “What do you mean?”
I ran my hands up her thighs and squeezed her hips. “I just told you a drum kit turns me on. Give me something to work with here so I don’t feel like a weirdo.”
“Oh. Okay… let me think…”
She drifted her hands over my chest, gently playing with my nipples as she considered. Christ, I didn’t even need to think about it. There were so many things I wanted to do to her. Wanted her to do to me…
“Hockey games,” she said. “I like fucking when there’s a hockey game on.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I don’t even like hockey, particularly. But the guys are hot in their uniforms. And there’s so much testosterone… it turns me on.” She cocked her head. “I never told a guy that before.”
“Even when you were having sex while a hockey game was on?”
“Yeah. I guess I didn’t want the guy to feel jealous or something?”
“I’ll totally have hockey game sex with you. Hockey playersarehot.” Jesus, I was so fucking hard. Her soft hands on my chest. Her fingers teasing my nipples…
“This is like a whole new world for me,” she said in awe. “I feel like we’re really bonding.”
“Yeah we are. I just told you about my drum fetish. You think I tell everyone about that?”
“No?”
