Angie and Ian met at the convenience store, in the morning,
as usual. With an exchange of greetings, they were off to the downtown area.
The two hadn't talked much, during their rides into work together. However, after
the incident yesterday afternoon Ian felt as if he needed to say something to
Angie. He just didn't know what that it should be. He certainly didn't want to
complicate things more that they already might seem.
Angie, on the other hand, had decided on a very specific
action in response to the incident yesterday. The two arrived downtown and
secured their bikes. Their shower routine went as usual until they were dressed
and about to leave. Angie stepped up to Ian and put her arms around his neck
just as she did yesterday. Today, however, her eyes showed desire.
”Do you really like to hold pretty girls close to you?”
“Yes, but I’m particular about which girls that I do that
to.”
He put his arms around her and pulled her to him. He looked
into her pretty eyes for only moment before kissing her hard and long. Angie
was taken. It was as if the water had been rising slowly toward the crest over
the past weeks and, now, an upstream deluge was pushing it over the dam.
Reluctantly, they separated after a long moment. They still held each as Angie
was first to speak.
“I may like to do a little more than watch you play volleyball
on Saturday.”
“I can think of some possibilities.” Ian smiled.
Angie picked up her things and started toward the street.
She turned to speak to Ian again and was surprised to see him still standing by
the lockers.
“Aren't you going to work today?”
“Not for few minutes.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Nothing that won’t be okay in a few minutes. You go ahead.”
Angie was about to press him for what was wrong when she saw
the bulge in his slacks. She burst out in laughter.
“I can’t believe it. That soldier has been standing by at
ease for three weeks of sharing the shower with me and now… Now a sensuous kiss
brings it to rigid attention and ready to into a full engagement.”
Ian could say nothing. A little embarrassed, he only gave
her a smile. Then, as if a switch had closed in her brain, Angie’s entire face
lit up. There was mischief in her eyes as she guided Ian to the end of the
bench in front of the lockers.
“Come over here.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to do something that I like to do but that I
won’t do to just any guy.”
Without hesitation, Angie unbuckled Ian’s belt, unfastened
his pants and, before he could protest, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of
his boxers and dropped it all. She held his pants just below his crotch and
instructed him to sit. The bench was cool to his bare butt but the soldier
stood tall.
She knelt in from of him. It didn't take long. Angie looked
up at Ian beaming with the mischievous spontaneity of her action. He smiled
back.
“Feel better?”
“Of course,” he said softly, “but hold still for a moment.
We can’t have you looking like Monica Lewinsky before she stood up and dribbled
on her dress.”
He reached for his bag, pulled a clean pair of socks from it
and used one to wipe off her chin. He used the other clean himself before
putting his clothing back in order. Angie was still grinning like a naughty
school girl.
“You owe me now, Buddy. You can start with buying me lunch
today.”
“Then can I pay you off on Saturday?”
“I don’t know if you can pay me off but you can start the
installments.”
Grinning back to her, Ian put his arm around her and nudged
her toward the street.
“We need to get to work. O’Malley’s at about 11:30?”
“How about Spaghetti Works?”
“Done! 11:30?”
“Yep! See you then.
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