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I shower her with kisses back up her neck to her cheeks, to her mouth. “Can we what?”

“Have sex with me. I just want to finally lose it. Make me feel good because it’s all I can think about.”

I breathe hard as I kiss her, nibbling on her bottom lip. She hums as I dip my tongue into her mouth, rolling it against hers. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore,” she moans. And I would. I want to taste every inch of her, feel myself inside her, but I pull away, her lips swollen and moist, begging me to continue.

“I...”

“Charlotte!” Heels click as someone else walks into the bathroom.

I snap back into reality, and Charlie’s eyes widen. Her flushed cheeks turn into horror as she mouths fuck and pats my chest for me to put her down. I do, her feet hitting the tile with little to no noise. Her eyes dart across the stall. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, and I glance down at her perfect slice of heaven. I eat my fist and suppress my groans as that pussy is trimmed with only a light coat of dark hair before she fully straightens out her skirt. Damn, I’m hungry. I guess the gum she shoved in my mouth will have to do.

I curse and bite my bottom lip as my dick is rock hard. Twitching and irritating me. I need something to smack the tip with and tell it to calm down. I adjust myself in my trousers. Charlie tries to apologize again, but I cup her cheeks and peck her on the lips, before she unlocks the door and ruffles her hair. “Is there someone here with you?” the lady asks.

“No,” Charlie says, out of breath.

“Why is everything poured out of your purse?”

“I was looking for a tampon.”

“You know how I feel about using those. You should use a pad.”

Oh, dear god that sounds like her mother. “I can use whatever I want. You don’t need to mother me.” I stand perfectly still, hoping she doesn’t pay any mind to my shoes and the shadow. I hear snuffles and Charlie’s sandals slap as their voices fade in the distance.

When the coast is clear, I step out of the stall, wiping my lips. I head over to the mirror and spot the glitter smudges on the bridge of my nose and chin. She marked her territory with makeup all over me.

It takes me a few moments to calm my racing heart and stop the massive amount of blood flowing to my dick. I slap myself in the mirror a couple of times. Splash cold water on my face. Talk myself down. I’m not a horny douchebag, I tell myself. She’s too pretty for you. I let the thought sink into my brain. She’s gonna break your heart.

My dick takes forever to settle down, but once the pain in my balls subsides, I sweep and mop the floors, making sure there are enough paper towels to last until I come back in again. When I’m putting away the cleaning supplies and tossing that last bag into the dumpster, my cellphone chimes in my pocket. My feet crunch against the gravel as I head to my truck in the lonely parking lot. When I sit in the driver’s seat and start the engine, I realize I’m still chewing on her gum. It still has flavor to it. Shit I should text her. I glance down at my phone, but it looks like she beat me to it.

Trouble: You’re a really good kisser

Noah: Oh yeah?

Trouble: I bet you’re good at kissing other places too.

Noah: Hmm... that’s tempting... the guys are having a get together tonight. Wanna come over?

Trouble: Maybe...

Noah: I’ll shoot you the address

Chapter 18

Charlie

I’m chewing so hard on my gum I accidentally bite the tip of my tongue. I close my car door clutching onto my purse as I climb up the porch steps to the address Noah sent me. He’s standing there in a plain white shirt, and casual black cargo pants. Oh lord, another beanie with his hair all over the place.

“Hey, you here to cause some trouble?” he asks, putting his hands in his pockets.

“If you really want me to, I can.” I tilt my head and give him a smile. He holds the door open, ushering me in.

There are maybe twenty people in the house, it looks like a handful of friends. There are a few girls sitting on the couch, talking quietly with Tony who is strumming an acoustic guitar. They seem star struck, giggling as they sip on their white claws. There are people outside in the backyard by a firepit, and some laughter and splashing as well.

More girls come in wearing bathing suits dripping head to toe and Vince comes in. I grip my purse a little tighter, chewing on my gum. I follow Noah down a hallway leading to the kitchen. He rounds the wooden bar and to the fridge, prying it open.

“Here,” Noah hands me over a white claw. “Figured you’d like something to drink.” The fridge seals shut.

I pop the can open, it starts to fizzle. “Thanks.” I sip.