| “You know, your mom tried to tell me back in the eleventh grade about waiting for the right girl to come along,” I said. “I was falling in love with you that summer before you left. And now that you’re back, I’ve remembered why.”
“Will you excuse me a minute?” she said, wiping another tear off of her cheek. “I need to freshen up.”
“Sure,” I said, pointing to the bathroom, “right in there. Do you want me to start dinner?”
“No,” she said. “I want you to stay right there.”
She came out a few minutes later. Without the jeans. Without the plaid shirt. Without the sneakers and socks. Wearing a very simple white bra and a pair of white panties with yellow flowers on them. She leaned against the doorway as I started to breathe again.
“You know, this is not the outfit I would have picked to seduce you in,” she said.
“First of all, you don’t need an outfit,” I grinned. “And second, I don’t need any seducing. As I remember, little Jenny Colley was always pretty bold.”
She walked toward me, and that simple act alone sent my pulse racing. I stood up to meet her, and she reached for my belt.
“In that case, mister,” she asked as she pulled it free and reached for the button on my jeans, “got any Jacks?”
“Nope,” I was completely unable to stop grinning at her like an idiot. “Not a one. Go fish.”
“I think I will,” she popped open the button and dropped to her knees, unzipping me on the way and dragging my pants and boxer shorts down to the floor.
“Ooh, looks like I picked a king,” she said before he disappeared inside her mouth.
“Oh, shit, Jenny,” I cried, caressing her head. Without taking her mouth off of me, she undid my shoes, pulled off my socks, and had me step out of my pants. The slightest push from a hand on my stomach sent me sitting back down on the bed. I pulled my shirt over my head. I desperately wanted to pull her up, and sit her back down beside me, and let me make her happy. But she wasn’t about to stop. |
