She points the spoon at me. “You know what you need to do? When he gets home tomorrow, invite him over for dinner and then serve it to him wearing sexy lingerie. Then you’ll know for sure if he’s into you, gay, or what his problem is.”
Remembering the feel of his hard cock pressed into my thigh, I blurt out to her, “He’s not gay, I know that.”
She picks up her bowl again. “Good. Then make it to where he has to go for it. Those breasts and that ass… he’s not going to turn you down.”
I can’t help but laugh at her antics. Naomi is a good friend. She always knows what to say to make me feel better.
I blush just thinking about Reagan coming home tomorrow. When I catch myself getting caught up in a daydream, I change the subject. “So what about you? What’s new in your world?”
She stuffs her mouth full of ice cream before leaning her head back on the couch. When she finally lifts her head, I can see the frustration on her face. “Well, to get my mom off my back, I let her talk me into going out on a blind date that she picked out for me.”
I about choke on my spoon. “What? Your mom that has been married four times. You’re letting her fix you up on a date?”
She’s instantly shaking her head. “Gah, I know, trust me I know, I may find a way to get out of it.”
I sit up straighter and this time I point my spoon at her. “No, you’re going on that date. You haven’t been out in forever. Just go. It’s not like you’re marrying the guy or anything. What’s one date going to hurt?”
She rolls her eyes. “You did hear me say it’s someone my mom picked out, right?”
I laugh and turn on the television to watch some reality shows. It’s our guilty pleasure and we usually get together to watch it on the dvr. “I heard that, but I still think you should do it.”
We hang out for a few hours and when my phone rings, I turn the ID toward Naomi showing her that it’s Reagan. She smiles real big. “That’s my cue to go.”
I holler, “Thanks for the ice cream” as she grabs her purse and waves at me from the door.
I hit the button on my phone. “Hey, Reagan.”
He sighs deeply into the phone. “Hey, honey. I’ve missed you.”
I keep the conversation with him brief. I can hear some of the guys in the background and don’t want to keep him long. However, I do make sure to invite him over for dinner the next night. After he promises he’ll be here, I tell him good night and as soon as I hang up, I work on my plan to seduce Reagan Kline.
7
Reagan
I pull into her driveway and my phone dings. “Come on in. The door’s open.”
I rush out of the car, excited to see her. It’s been four days since I’ve seen Jackie and although we’ve talked every day, it hasn’t been the same.
Opening the door, I call out, “Honey, I’m home.” And just as I say it, I can’t help but think how right it sounds.
“I’m in here,” she calls. I follow her voice into the dining room. The lights are low and when I walk in, the glow of the candlelight is the only thing illuminating the room. Her back is to me and she’s lighting more candles, dressed in a sexy black nightie.
I stop instantly and almost fall to my knees. The sight of her takes my breath away. I’m so hard, I can’t walk and I sit down in the closest chair. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, Jackie Herald.” And even as I say the words, I can feel in the sweat of my palms and the racing of my heart.
Even in the dim light, I can tell she blushes. “I’m glad you’re here,” she tells me as she tries to walk by to go get the dinner out of the kitchen.
I put my arm out and catch her around the waist. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I watch as her breasts rise and fall as she takes a deep breath. “I thought you’d be hungry.”
I start to salivate. “I am hungry. Hungry for you.” I fall to my knees in front of her. Ever since our second date, when I painted her hips and thighs, all I’ve thought about is tasting her. I nuzzle my nose along her panty-clad pussy and inhale her scent deeply. The clean, musky scent makes me ravenous and I pull her panties down her legs. I muscle my way between her legs and her hands are on my shoulders. I move her around, positioning her on the edge of the table but I still can’t get close enough to her. I lift her leg, dropping it over my shoulder before I kiss her mound. It’s a tentative kiss, but her hips jerk like it was more. Her response to me causes me to leak precum in my pants, but I don’t care. I open my mouth and kiss her again before stroking my tongue through her wet, swollen slit. Her hands go to my hair and she holds me to her until she’s bucking against my tongue.