21 Days (Time for Love 2)

“I was able to pick up another job with Brock today, so I didn’t get to do much hunting. I looked over the classifieds during lunch, but there weren’t any mechanic jobs listed. Hopefully it’ll be better tomorrow. How was your day?”

Sasha began chopping peppers, placing them in a wooden bowl as she worked.

“It was pretty good actually. I picked up two new listings today.”

“Anything cheap and run-down?” I asked with a laugh.

She paused chopping and looked up, a loose curl falling down to frame her face. “No, they are both pretty high end, but I can keep a lookout for you.”

“Thanks.” I plated up the burgers and asked, “Rabbit food ready?”

Sasha stuck out her tongue at me and I was struck again by how domesticated this situation was. As we sat down to eat, I realized that I liked it, and maybe I should enjoy it while it lasted.

The meal was good, and the conversation was better. When Sasha had said I could stay with her, I’d envisioned myself coming here to sleep, but not much else … The reality was much more satisfying.

“So, I know it’s not John Hughes, but I was thinking we could watch St. Elmo’s Fire … It’s still along the same lines as a Hughes film,” I suggested.

“Sounds perfect,” Sasha said as she got settled on the couch. “It’s been ages since I’ve watched that one.”

We were quiet as we watched, but when Rob Lowe and Mare Winningham started messing around and he said something about her “scuba suit,” I turned to Sasha and asked, “Have you ever been in a situation like that? Where the sex was just bad, or awkward?”

Sasha turned her attention to me, a small grimace on her face, then laughed.

“I was with this guy who had a weird idea of how to talk dirty. He told me to lick his nipples like a lollipop, and called me Momma. I didn’t know whether to burp him or put a cork in his mouth. It was definitely the worst sexual experience I’ve ever had.”

Once I stopped laughing I asked, “When was this?’

When she replied, “A couple months ago,” I started busting up again.

“What about you? What was your worst sexual experience?” she asked.

“Well, sex is kind of like ice cream, even when it’s bad, it’s pretty fuckin’ good,” I said, chuckling when she rolled her eyes. “But … I would have to say my worst was Melody Cannon. It was in high school, and, you know, she was always hanging around. We were all at that field party … Remember, when we had the bonfire and the keg? Anyway, I’d had quite a few beers, and Melody was there, as usual, and she was coming on pretty strong, so I took her away from the crowd and laid out my jacket. We fucked right there in the field. She kept following me around even more after that, I think it took me a few months to convince her that we weren’t dating. She kinda turned into a stalker. The whole situation was just awkward.”

“I remember that night,” Sasha said softly. “I saw you and Melody.”

“What?” I asked, assuming she meant she saw us together at the bonfire.

> “I had to go to the bathroom, so I went further into the field to get away from the crowd, and I saw you and Melody in the field.”

“You saw us having sex?” I asked, my dick becoming hard of its own free will.

Sasha nodded, her face reddening a bit.

“What’d you do? Run back and tell Shelly and Gaby?” I asked, my voice a little hoarse.

“No …” Sasha responded, her eyes wide. “I stayed and watched.”

It felt like someone had lit a match and ignited my body. My heart started pounding and my entire body felt molten at her words.

“You watched Melody and I have sex?” That was the hottest shit I’d ever heard.

“I hadn’t had sex yet, and I was curious,” Sasha admitted. “I was going to turn and leave, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I stayed. I didn’t move until after you guys went back to the bonfire. The girls and I left soon after. I wouldn’t have been able to face you if we’d run into each other.”

I wanted to ask her if watching us had made her hot, if she’d thought about it when she touched herself, and a million other things that I would ask any other girl who admitted to watching me have sex, but I couldn’t. I knew if I crossed that line, I wouldn’t be able to stop until I had her writhing beneath me, and there would be no turning back.

Instead, I jumped up. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

Sasha looked at me, then the TV, then back at me. “You aren’t going to finish the movie?”