"Marshal? Are you going to explain yourself?" Miss Tits and Ass asks.
For only a split second, my body reminds me of a saying: A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
I fight the urge to grin. I'm thinking one in the hand is definitely not worth one in Sami's neatly trimmed bush.
"Sorry," I manage. "We didn't exchange numbers and an emergency came up."
She narrows her eyes as she picks up her pace. Her tits sway as her feet pound the treadmill. "So let me give you my number."
I almost choke on my response. It's new to me, but for the first time I can remember, it's the most honest response I can give. "Thanks. You should keep it. There's someone else who I'm kind of seeing."
Miss Tits and Ass doesn't miss a beat. "If you're onlykind ofseeing someone, I'm free for the part of you that isn't seeing someone." She shrugs. "I'm kind of seeing a few people, too."
When had I ever turned down casual, no-strings-attached sex?
My memory is a little fuzzy from before I turned fifteen, but going out on a limb, I'm going to guess the answer is never.
Smiling, I say, "I'll remember that. Right now, I need to see where this is going." With that, I put my earbuds back into my ears and concentrate on the pounding bass, pushing myself to keep up the pace.
I'm not sure what Miss Tits and Ass says or if she even responds. I'm too busy wondering if I should forget another of my policies and call Sami. As I think and run, and think and run...I recall calling her on Friday morning after our first night together. Maybe I’m already treating her differently.
My thoughts work to justify myself.
Last week, I tell myself, Sami and I were still more squarely in the friend zone. We'd only stepped outside the box one night. A week and a day later, it feels different.
Now with her memory come twinges and recollections...the noises she makes just before she comes. The way her pussy tightens. Her smile as our breathing steadies.
My blood should be pumping as I run. It should be racing through my heart and exiting to all parts of my body. But as I think about her sweet honey, her perfect tits, and the way she says my name, I begin to worry I might get lightheaded.
My blood isn't doing its job. Instead, my dick twitches, hardening with each recollection.
Sami
Amessage pops up on my screen from Marcy out at the front desk.
You have a visitor.
I can’t stop the smile that spreads over my face as I anticipate sexy blue eyes, a chiseled jaw, a rock-hard body, long muscular legs, all topped with light brown hair that looks even sexier after I’ve run my fingers through it.
We’ve been at this new agreement for over two weeks and neither of us seems ready to change it. I haven’t seen him since he left my place on Saturday morning. I’ve thought about him, but I kept reminding myself that while we have benefits, we are friends. Friends don’t spend all their time together.
Every time I considered calling or texting yesterday, I refrained. However, now with him here on a Monday at my work, I’m reminded of all the reasons I wanted to reach out.
The clock in the corner of my screen tells me it’s a quarter after twelve.
Maybe Marshal wants to go to lunch, or maybe we have time for a quickie in his car.
Warmth fills my cheeks as I leave my desk and work behind, and I briefly entertain the idea of doing it in Marshal’s sports car. In all honesty, I’m not sure it’s physically possible. After all, he’s six feet three, and his car isn’t big.
Maybe I could suggest my SUV.
If we lay down the back seat...
My expression blanks as I turn the corner and see not Marshal but my mom. I open the door to the entryway. “Mom. What a surprise.”
“I was in the city and thought maybe we could have lunch together.”
This is the first time I’ve been face-to-face with my mom since the showdown in her kitchen. We’ve spoken on the phone many times, but I haven’t seen her. “Of course. There’s that sandwich shop down the street that you like,” I say. “We could walk.” I peer through the glass doors. “It’s a nice day.”