“It's none of your business, Jet,” I winked at him.
“So tomorrow, then?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, I can live with that.”
“I'll see ya tomorrow, then. Go home and have a bath,” I waved at him as I walked away.
Chapter Twelve
Jet
I checked my phone, and realized that I didn't have a whole lot of time before Natalie was going to arrive. I couldn't be more excited to see the girl, in more than one way, and for more than one reason. That gorgeous redhead was coming over today to give me the massage she promised me. I couldn't even explain what that did to my mindset. My dreams the night before had been porn-filled, with images of Natalie with her hands on my body. I couldn't help it, and no other guy would blame me.
I needed to take a shower before the beauty showed up at my door. I wanted to be squeaky clean for her. She was massaging me, after all, and didn't want to be touching some sweaty, smelly guy. I grabbed my boxer briefs and a towel, and headed to the shower. I adjusted the water temperature, and waited until it grew hot. My clothes dropped to the floor, and I jumped into the shower. I rinsed off, letting the water drill into my back like hot acupuncture. I had been taking baths almost exclusively, and they had helped a little, but I had some healing to do, for sure. I put shampoo in my hand and lathered up my hair. I rinsed it quickly, and grabbed the bar of soap to wash my body. I didn't stay in the shower long; I just wanted a quick clean, to be nice and fresh.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off. The towel felt nice against my coarse skin. I felt great, and I was about to feel even better. I pulled a beer from the fridge, and sat down on the couch and took a pull from it. I had to admit, I was a little nervous to have Natalie so close to me again, and she would be sober.
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There was a knock at the door, and I quickly headed over to open it. There was a vision at my door, and I was almost rendered speechless ... almost.
“Hey, I was just having a beer in preparation for you.”
“Can I have one, too?”
I liked that, so I smiled. I let her in the apartment, and she headed straight for the couch. I went back to the fridge and grabbed her a beer, taking the cap off of it. She took it from my hand when I ventured into the living room.
She took a slow drink from the bottle, watching me carefully. I had never wished to be the bottle more in my life. She was gorgeous, and she was even more gorgeous when she was drinking that beer.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered.
I chuckled. “I'm thinking you should drink beer more often.”
She smiled; actually, she glowed. “Oh, is that right?”
“Yes, that's definitely the truth. You are so sexy drinking that beer.”
“Oh, you're just playing with me. I don't think I've been sexy a day in my life.”
“You would be surprised, Natalie.”
She took another pull on the beer, and I started to think I wanted my massage.
“So where should we do this?”
“Your bed should work just fine.”
Wow, that's all it took for my heart to beat tough. My bed would definitely do just fine. I grabbed my beer. “Let's go, then.”
“Okay, sounds good.” She got up with her beer as well, and followed me to my bedroom. She sat on my bed, and I started to undress. I took off my shirt as well as my undershirt, and then I took off my pants. She gasped as I did so, a shocked look on her face. I kept going, mainly because I wanted to see what she was going to say. I dropped my drawers and stood before her, naked as a jaybird.
“Jet, you don't need to be completely naked to have your back massaged,” she laughed, but she did it nervously.
I knew exactly what I was doing, and I didn't care, but I was willing to play stupid if I had to. “Oh, really? I could have sworn this was what people did when they got a massage.”
“Yeah, I bet you did. You're ridiculous.”