DUSTY:
Been a few days. I just sort of invited myself over. He was fixing the porch – shirt all off and sweat just gleaming. God, that is so going to give me fantasies for months. I wanted to touch him. Just reach over and lick him. He looked all hot and my hands were suddenly cool. I wanted to warm them on his skin. My lips swelled just thinking of where I wanted my mouth. Better than anything else. I bet he tastes good. He invited me in for lemonade. Or rather, I invited myself, he just suggested the lemonade. I tried to feel him out (and up!) but he wasn’t giving me anything. I did think that I saw him looking a couple of times so I made sure he had something to look at. Mischievous, me. I asked him to go out with me. He thinks it’s not a date but I disagree. No surprise there.
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