Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
But then my cat meows, nudging her head against my shin and I turn.
“Calico!” I breathe out a sigh of relief as I scoop her up into my arms. “I was so worried about you! How could you do something so dangerous! You—” My fussing is cut short when suddenly, a loud crash sounds behind me. I whip around quickly, gasping as I look down and notice that one, we actually are pretty high up and two, that loud crash was the ladder. The silver beast is no longer leaning against the building but rather lying flat on the ground in a collapsed state.
“Oh shit,” I whisper. I feel like I’m going to be sick. What am I going to do? But this is fine, right? I’m sure someone heard that ruckus, and will come out running to save us.
But I stand there and wait for what is probably five minutes and nobody comes. The car port was mostly empty of vehicles when I went there to get the ladder, and it’s the middle of the day, so people are probably at work right now. Even worse, I don’t have my phone because I ran out of the apartment in such a rush.
Damn it. What do I do?
Calico jumps out of my arms and prowls over to the corner of the roof. It’s as if she knows that we’re going to be here for a while because she walks around in a circle a couple of times and then curls up and goes right to sleep like not a thing in the world is wrong. In fact, she looks positively peaceful with the sun beating down on her orange and black fur.
Meanwhile, I plop down onto my butt and throw my head in my hands. We’re going to die here, aren’t we? What if no one notices us and we’re stuck here for hours? It’s a hot day. Will Calico and I die of dehydration? Will we suffer sunstroke? OMG, what do I do if we literally start baking from the ungodly heat? I know my thoughts are getting away from me, but still, I feel doomed. Yet inside, I know what I need: a hot firefighter to save me from this emergency now.
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3
Randy
“I’m trying to tell you, she was the best lay that I’ve had in a while,” my buddy Jethro insists. The bastard is a handsome guy, so I know he has no trouble attracting women. Still, this is quite the proclamation, and I shoot him a smirk.
“Really, the best? Asshole, I hear that from you every other day about every woman you take to bed,” I grump. “I’m starting to think you’re just easy to please.”
Jethro chuckles again before gulping down his Coke. When he’s done, he lets out a belch of satisfaction and then chucks the can into the trash before turning to me.
“Well, at least I can say that I have a story to tell now and then,” he says in a smug tone. “I haven’t heard a word from you about how things are going in the sack for who knows how long now. I’m starting to think you’re not getting any, which I know isn’t true. Ever since that calendar came out, whoo-wee! Fuck me, but the ladies have been lining up. How was that last one you met at the bar? The one with the plastic boobies and big, blown-up lips?”
I grimace because I’d prefer not to remember Kristen. Or Krissy. Or whatever her name was. I merely smile tightly.
“I have no idea how she is,” I growl, “because I don’t keep in touch with Barbie.”
Jethro lets out a cackle.
“Of course not,” he says. “Who would? There’s nothing going on upstairs, although what’s going on between her thighs could make it worthwhile.”
I merely roll my eyes again.
“Whatevs. They’re all the same. Boring. Just quickies that I forget about as soon as we’re done. Honestly, I never even get their names half the time.”
Jethro winces this time. “Damn. The women you’ve been taking to bed recently have been that bad?”
I shrug.
“It’s not that they’re bad. They just…” I pause as I try to figure out my next words. “They don’t compare, I guess.”
Jethro stares at me, his blue eyes curious.
“Compare to what? Your mama?”
I sigh again.
“No, it’s just that a couple of months ago I was with this girl at my brother’s restaurant opening. She was drop-dead gorgeous and exactly my type with those big tits and bigger bottom. Plus, she had the face too—real pretty. Just the way I like my women.”
My buddy smirks.
“Yeah, you’ve always been one for the face.”
I shake my head, ignoring him. “Anyways, we did it at the party, and it was fantastic. It was fucking raunchy too because I took her out back and fucked her in the open.” My buddy lets out a whistle and I nod. “If anything, it only made the sex even better. Knowing that she wanted me so badly that she was willing to bend over behind a dumpster really did something to me. That and the fact that this woman held nothing back. I’ve never heard a girl moan so loud in my life before. Fuck,” I curse, remembering the event. After all, my words are true. Sam hadn’t been shy at all. It was as if she didn’t care whether or not we got caught just as long as we got to have our fun. She wasn’t ashamed of cursing in my ear and screaming my name for the neighbors to hear either. She was extremely vocal, and she let me know exactly what she wanted and how much she enjoyed it too, which in turn, heightened my pleasure.