Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Hey,” I say as I take a step towards her. “It’s been a few days-”
“I missed you,” she blurts out. “I mean, I’ve missed seeing you around,” she says and then looks at the ground nervously. “You don’t come out much, but not that I’ve been watching or anything. But I’ve been in and out and haven’t seen you. Do you get out much? I guess not with all the work you’re doing.” She starts to fan herself and her cheeks are red. “Is it hot in here?”
I laugh. “Yeah, it’s warming up.” I duck my chin and then remember I’m holding a present for her. “I made you this.”
I hold out the loaf of bread and she grabs it from me eagerly.
“You made this? Are you kidding me?” Her eyes are bright and wide as she looks up at me.
I nod and then shrug. “It’s not hard.”
“This looks so fancy. It smells so good, too,” she says, pulling away the paper I had wrapped around it and bringing it to her nose. “Thank you so much.” She looks down at it and then back to me. “I’d ask you to come inside and have some but—”
“No, that’s fine. You’re busy,” I say as I begin to walk backwards away from her. Suddenly I feel like a complete fool for even trying. Gah, why would a pretty girl like her give me the time of day?
“Actually I’m just on my way to the store. I’m out of so many things and I’ve been living off those Chinese leftovers for far too long,” She says, and I realize I should have sent her dinner again these past few days. “Do you want to come with me?”
“Me?” I ask and look behind me.
She giggles and nods. “Yeah, I’m just going to the store at the end of the block. It’s a beautiful day and I was going to walk.”
“Okay yeah.” I wonder if I agree too quickly as I grab my key and lock my door.
She takes the bread I made her into her apartment before she locks her door and we walk to the end of the hall.
“Sorry, I’ve got to take the stairs. I can meet you down in the lobby,” I say as I point to the door beside the elevator.
“Why?” she asks when she looks at it.
“I’m too big,” I say with embarrassment. I shove my hands in my pockets and walk to the door and I feel her small hand wrap around my forearm.
“It’s only a couple of flights. I could use the exercise,” She says.
“You don’t need anything,” I say as I look down her small curvy body.
My thick cock hangs hard between my legs and I have to remind myself to calm down before I scare her away.
“That’s sweet of you to say,” she says while we walk down the stairs and out into the lobby.
“It’s just the truth.” I keep my hands in my pockets so I don’t reach for her, but when we go outside I feel her small hand on my forearm again.
The sidewalk is busy and I know she’s just doing it to keep from getting pushed around, but most people that see me step out of the way. It’s part of the reason I don’t like to go out much. The stares are hard enough to deal with. When I do go grocery shopping it’s always late at night to the twenty-four-hour store. It’s fewer people and fewer looks as I load up on stuff I can’t get online.
I don’t mention that I was just at the store two days ago. Instead I’ll just grab a few things and make it seem like I had to go to the store, too. I’m still surprised we ran into one another instead of me having to knock on her door. And then she asked me to come with her, so that has to be a good sign. Right?
The walk to the store is too quick, or at least the time passes by too fast. It always feels like that when I’m with Teeny. Time somehow speeds up and it’s never enough.
“Why don’t you push the cart so I can check off my list?” she suggests, and I agree. “Let’s see, I’ve got a ton on here, but just throw in whatever you need and we can divide it up when we get to the end.”
I nod as we walk down the aisles and she puts stuff in the basket. She talks the whole time about her favorite foods and what her mom cooks that she likes best. She asks me about the breads I make and when we get to the baking aisle I get some supplies for her and tell her I’ll teach her some simple recipes.
Knowing that I’m going to get to see her again without making an excuse makes me feel light and happy. She wants to spend more time with me and that has to mean she wants to get to know me better.