Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “Do they have any friends? Do you think you could hook me up?”
I laugh aloud then.
“OMG, you’re so bad! But I can ask, definitely,” I add. “So I take it you’re interested?”
Carolyn bobs her head, brown curls bouncing.
“You bet I am. But where did you do it? In the back seat of your Civic? In the tow truck? Or did they take you to their body shop or something?”
I flush again, growing hot.
“Nope. We did it right there in the woods.”
“OMG! By the side of the road?”
I shake my head.
“Not exactly. We walked into the forest so you couldn’t see us from the road, and you know how that segment of the road between Monroe and Nassau is so dead. I don’t think any cars went by, even though we were there for hours.”
At that, Carolyn lets out a huge gasp and literally plops down limply on a stool.
“Holy shit,” she says, shaking her head. “You are a bad, bad girl.”
“I know, right?” I giggle. “But it was amazing, and I really want to see them again. I gave them my number, but who knows if they’ll call? I mean, maybe I was just a road-side hook-up for them.”
But then at that moment, my phone beeps with a new message and my pulse begins to race. Could it be Dylan and Frank? I seize the small handheld, holding my breath and nearly drop the cell when I see the sender.
“It’s them, isn’t it?” Carolyn asks.
A huge smile breaks out on my face, like the sun coming out from behind the clouds.
“Yes, Dylan texted me!”
Her eyes widen. “OMG, awesome. What does it say?”
My fingers tremble as I read.
“He and Frank want to take me out to dinner tonight. Holy shit, what do I do?”
Carolyn takes my shoulders and looks me in the eye sternly.
“You say yes, of course. Tell them to pick you up at 7:30 from your house because then you’ll have time to go home and shower.”
Quickly, I obey and then look up again, breathless.
“Wow, it’s really happening. I’m going on a date with two men.”
Carolyn squeals, clapping her hands together.
“Yes, and it’s going to be amazing! You have to wear those jeans, you know the dark blue ones that are super tight on the ass?”
I frown a bit.
“Are you sure? I always feel like I’m a sausage bursting from its casing when I have them on.”
That makes my friend laugh.
“No, that’s just how jeans are these days, and besides, they make your butt look fantastic. And wear the pink tie-front v-neck shirt that I always say looks great on you.”
I laugh. “I’m glad I have you to pick out my clothes because at this point, I think you know my closet better than I do. Plus, you know me. I’m a jeans and oversized t-shirt type of girl.”
Carolyn merely laughs.
“Yes, but you look beautiful anyways, girlfriend.”
With that, a new customer saunters in, and soon we’re in the thick of things once more. It’s fun, actually. I really like the kids who come by with their parents, and I don’t even mind the surly teenagers who stop in after school. Life is full of ups and downs, after all, so why not a little ice cream to make things better?
With that, I smile while putting together a sumptuous chocolate chip milkshake for a customer. Everyone deserves something nice, and with my upcoming date tonight, I just hope I get two doses of salty spice.
5
Frank
* * *
Oh shit, tonight we’re going on a date with April and I have to say that I’m already stiff with anticipation. When we dropped her off after our afternoon debauchery that day, I wasn’t sure if she’d ever agree to see us again. After all, the things we did to the sweet girl were depraved. We had her knees up by her ears as we ravaged her holes. We had her upside down, screaming, and then silenced her with man meat crammed in her mouth. Those are just a few of the things we did to April, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she never wants to see us again.
But she texted yes to our invitation, and now we’re picking her up in front of her apartment. It’s a regular-looking low-rise with a wrought iron fence, a patch of fading grass, and cracking concrete sidewalks in front. Nothing to write home about, but totally fine.
At that moment, April makes an appearance and our mouths drop open. Holy shit, our woman is sexy! She’s wearing tight, second-skin jeans that hug that ample ass, and a shirt that plunges almost to her belly-button, it’s so revealing. Holy fuck. I can literally see the inside curves of her big breasts and my mouth’s watering with anticipation.
I stare in appreciation as she approaches Dylan’s car.