When Aleah tells me to turn down a familiar street, my hands tighten on the steering wheel. A moment later, we approach the house I spent a couple of pleasurable hours in last Friday. A house I hope to be in again.
“That’s Mr. Monroe’s house,” Aleah comments.
I jerk my eyes away from said house and look over at her. The words slip out before I can stop them. “I know.”
Her teeth flash with her grin. “So it’s already like that then, huh?”
I keep my lips sealed, but I can’t stop them from twitching.
“You know, we should become good friends. That way you can,” she holds her hands up in air quotes, “spend the night with me.”
The thought of spending a whole night with Mr. Monroe does seriously bad things to my body. Bad in a very good way, that is. Friday night when I asked him to teach me dirty things, I thought we would have sex. I wanted to have sex. When he told me we weren’t, I barely stopped myself from begging. What he did to me instead though… I can’t imagine how it could get much better than that.
Aleah points to a house three down from Mr. Monroe’s. Being friends with her would be very beneficial. Not only because it would give me plenty of opportunities to see Mr. Monroe outside of school, but it would be nice to have a friend here.
I put my car in park after pulling into her driveway and turn in my seat. I curl my lips in a small smile. “So if we become good friends, does that mean you’ll tell me this secret of yours?” I ask.
She laughs. “Maybe. We’ll have to see.”
I laugh with her.
“So tell me.” She mimics me and slides in her seat to face me. “How does it feel to have an older man fuck you?”
My eyes go as round as saucers and my cheeks turn a bright red. It takes me a second to compose myself enough to answer. Apparently, Aleah is just as blunt as my friend Hannah. They would get along great.
“We haven’t actually had sex,” I inform her.
“Bummer. He looks like he would be damn good at it.”
A strangled laugh escapes me. “Well, he’s good at other things.”
Her brows jump up and down. “I could tell. Girl, the look on your face when I walked in earlier said you were very much enjoying what he was doing.”
And there goes my cheeks again. She’s right though. I had never felt anything as good as what he did to me earlier. Except, of course, what he did to me Friday.
Curiosity gets the better of me, and I ask, “Have you had sex with an older man before?”
“I haven’t had sex with any man, young or old.”
“Oh.”
“Not that I haven’t wanted to,” she tacks on with a smirk.
I don’t ask what she means, already knowing she won’t tell me.
“Anyway, I have to get inside.” She reaches down between her feet and picks up her backpack. “I’ve got a crap-ton of homework to get through, and I’m making lasagna tonight.” She opens her door. “Thanks for the ride. And hey, anytime you want to come spend the night.” She tosses me a wink before she gets out of the car. “Just let me know.”
I watch her walk up the steps to her porch. She throws a wave over her shoulder as she walks inside. Shaking my head, I let out a little laugh. If anyone had to catch me and Mr. Monroe in a compromising situation, I’m glad it was Aleah.
I get the feeling we’re going to become really good friends.
And once that happens, she’ll tell me that secret of hers.
Chapter 9
AUGUST
Walking into Whiskey’s, I spot Bryan Erikson, a long-time friend, at the bar and head that way.