Chapter Six
Andy
“What next?” I asked.
I struggled to keep my tone casual, but inside my head, sirens blared and red lights flashed. Oh, shit. Shit. I wasn’t sure what exactly I had in mind when I offered my keys to Josie earlier today—a little time to get to know her, maybe, but I sure as hell hadn’t expected our evening to end with hot, sweaty fucking in my bed.
I honestly hadn’t thought further ahead than spending a little time together, maybe a kiss or two if things felt right.
The evening had been great, all of it, and that was before I factored in the sex. Once I did that—Jesus, I was already trying to figure out how soon could I see her again.
As I worked to maintain that casual posture, the tiny freak-out continued in my sex-taxed brain, distracting me just long enough that I didn’t notice when Josie slipped from the bed and started to pull her clothes back on. Not right away.
“What next?” Josie said as she slipped on her panties, then plucked her bra from the floor and pulled the straps over her smooth, pale shoulders. “Well, I think I’ll head home, actually.”
She tugged the cups into place over her generous—okay, fucking perfect—breasts, and turned to face me, hands on her hips in just her bra and panties. I dragged my stare up her curvy body, to her face and the beaming smile she wore.
“I had a great time tonight,” she said. “Honestly, I think I really needed that release.”
She did look more relaxed, I decided as I took in her sleepy smile and the loose grace in every movement, so different than the rigid set of her shoulders when I first walked in the door and saw her at my kitchen table.
I uncrossed my arms from behind my head and set my hands on the rumpled bedspread beneath me. “Yeah, it was fun,” I said, and I meant it, too. “Maybe we could do it again sometime. The hanging out, too, I mean. Not just the sex.”
I wanted that, I thought. I wanted it desperately, to drink up every spare second that Josie Walsh could give me until I knew everything she had hidden behind that beautiful face with its wry smile and eyes that didn’t seem to miss anything.
She finished pulling her t-shirt over her head and flipped her dark, sable waves away from her face. “Maybe,” she agreed, but she didn’t sound stiff or insincere. “I’m usually pretty busy with work and class and studying, but I’m sure I’ll see you at the house since you’ll be working there for a while.”
She tugged her jeans up and over the defined muscles of her legs and stepped closer to the bed to brush a soft kiss to my lips. My cock promptly stirred to life at her nearness and the gentle, intimate contact, and I hummed against her lips as I grabbed a pillow to place it over my lap.
Josie pulled away and chuckled as she looked down at the pillow and up again at my slightly guilty expression.
“Sorry,” I said, not really apologetic at all. “You’re just really sexy.”
She flashed me a wide grin as she stepped back to work her feet into her discarded tennis shoes. “You’re not bad either,” she said, her eyes blatantly raking over me. “Not bad at all.”
I ditched the pillow and grabbed my boxers, tugging them into place just as Josie finished with her shoes. I trailed behind her down the stairs and to the front door, eyes on her gently swaying ass the whole time as she stopped by the dining room table to gather up her books and laptop and stuff them into a scuffed, well-used bag.
“I guess I’ll see you later,” I said faintly when we came to a stop at the door, still wearing only a pair of undershorts while she stood, fully dressed and loaded down with study materials. “I feel like I should beg you to stay the night or something.” God, he really wanted to.
Josie rolled her eyes and waved a dismissive hand. “I’d say no, anyways. I didn’t bring an overnight bag and my shift at the lab starts early tomorrow morning.”
“Of course you work in a lab.” Smiling, I leaned forward and kissed her lips briefly. “You’ll have to show me how you look in a lab coat sometime.”
A saucy grin lit her face. “A lab coat and what else?”
My dick stiffened even more inside my boxers and my eyes drifted closed as I imagined Josie in a lab coat and nothing else, the white fabric just concealing the peaks of her heavy breasts. Glasses, too, I thought feverishly. I loved the way she looked in her glasses.
“We’ll talk about it later.” I kissed her one more time. “Get out of here before I ravish you again on my kitchen table.”
I watched out the window as Josie, loaded down with her bag, hurried to her car through the darkness. She glanced back at me as she opened the door to her car and raised a hand, fingers uncurling slightly in a slight wave. I returned the gesture, resting my fingertips against the cool glass and watching until her car disappeared into the night.
And when she was finally gone, I closed the blinds and headed for the couch, slumping into the cushions, feeling almost dazed. If it weren’t for the stone cold pizza leftovers on the coffee table in front of me, I’d question whether the whole thing happened at all or if it was just a figment of my lonely imagination.
But it had been real. Every explosive second of it, I thought smugly as I palmed my still stiff cock through my shorts.
But what next?I thought.
The same question I’d asked earlier and Josie hadn’t really answered, beyond expressing a general interest in seeing me again. For sex or companionship or something more, I wasn’t sure.