ch might have contributed to how long it took me to even notice that she’d become a woman.
She put her hands on her hips, which made her curves really stand out. I tried not stare, but it was pretty hard. There was a delicious shadow between her breasts that I wanted to lick. For a long time.
“I’ve been walking myself home from the bar for years while you and my brother hook up with skanks either in the bathroom or in my living room. I’m fine. I have pepper spray.”
“Fucking A,” I said. “You have pepper spray?”
“Yeah. Paul bought it for me.”
“Damn irresponsible, making you walk home alone.”
“It’s never bothered you before.”
“I’ve never noticed before.”
“You’ve been…busy.” She raised her eyebrows at me.
“I’m walking you home tonight.” It wasn’t a question.
“What about tonight’s skank?”
“She’s passed out.”
We both looked at the table that they’d been at. She was facedown on the table.
“She’s a lush,” I said, shrugging. “Let me walk you home.”
She paused for a half second before nodding. “Sure. Let’s talk about me working for you.”
I thought about saying, “Let’s talk about you working on top me,” but I held myself back. My best friend’s little sister wasn’t the same kind of girl that we could seduce in a night. She wouldn’t disappear at dawn to do the walk of shame. If I hired her, I’d have to see her every day.
Good: I’d see her every day.
Bad: I wouldn’t be able to touch her. Pure torture.
Paul and his girl were horizontal by the time that we left, but it was dark enough that nobody cared. He wasn’t going to notice me walking his little sister home.
She shivered in the night air.
“Cold?”
“A little.”
“Come here.” I was dumb, but I pulled her close. I could smell whatever she used in her hair, which smelled like coconuts.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re cold. You need warmth.”
God, she felt so good pressed against me. So soft. She smelled so good. Was it the drink talking or was there something actually there? My erection certainly thought that there was something there.
The walk back to their apartment was too short, even trying to walk with a hard-on. When we got to the door, I watched her unlock it. I heard the thunk of the lock unlatching. She spun around, which made her skirt fly up a little bit. I saw a hint of lace-edged panties that made me lick my lips. How in God’s name had I never noticed her? It was probably because of Paul. I remembered the little kid that she’d been, back when their parents had been alive and I went back to their place after football practice. Damn, that had been so long ago. I remember her mother putting clips into her daughter’s hair before they went out. I remembered her fifth birthday party, when Mrs. Jenkins had me over to hang out with Paul while little kids took over the rest of the house.
I was a dirty pervert. I shouldn’t be thinking about Paul’s little sister’s underwear. I shouldn’t be sweating thinking about peeling it off of her.
“Thanks for walking me home. You didn’t have to, but thanks anyway.”
“Anytime. Show up at my office at nine tomorrow morning, okay?”