I seem to be posting excerpts of this story in zero chronological order. Oh well.
Paige met Jack on a plane. He sought her out in the baggage claim area and when he asked for her number Paige’s girlfriend Carly told Jack Paige would love to go on a date with him.
They met up for a coffee (and cake) a few days later and when their conversation took a turn for the personal and a bit naughty, they decided to head for his house for some more privacy.
When this excerpt start they just sat down on the couch with a cuppa and Jack asked Paige to tell him more about that story her girlfriend wrote.
“Are you gonna tell me about those nicknames? Please?”
Paige shuddered when his fingers left hers to start stroking her arm instead, causing her to bite down a whimper.
Her clit started to throb and her thighs squeezed together as she gave him a reply sure to take his attention away from those nicknames she didn’t want to get into, her eyes resolutely fixed on the cup of tea she was holding on her knee.
“Surely you would rather hear about the naughty stuff that happens in the sexy captain’s car after him and that girl drive back to his house…”
His fingers came to a halt on her arm.
“What…” Jack cleared his throat. “What kind of naughty stuff?” he asked as he started stroking her arm again, venturing higher this time. If she was trying to distract him from those damn nicknames, she had succeeded.
He watched as Paige took a sip of her tea before getting her leg from under her and leaning to set her drink back on the coffee table. She then sat back a fraction closer to him, her knees under her, facing him.
He was still stroking her arm where it was lying on the back of the couch, his free hand resting on his knee but itching to touch her. Anywhere.
As if she’d read his mind, she reached over and laced her fingers with his as she started talking again, her eyes on their hands on his knee.
“You see, when they’re in the car on the way back to his house, they get talking… and she tells him… that really…” Suddenly she looked up straight at him. “He’s the only person on her free pass list.” Continue reading