silence and in the back of my mind I felt a piece of my own personal jigsaw slide into place.
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Chapter Seven
Kyle
My eyes locked on the raven-haired woman with her back to me, looking out my office window. Recognition flickered in some small part of my mind and I felt like a dick because all I could think of was how familiar her hips looked. Come to think of it so did her ass…
"Kyle, you remember Cindy, Linda's niece?" Mike said, smiling broadly at me. "You should," he added with a barely contained snort. "You two were inseparable as teenagers."
She turned around and my heart fell into my ass.
Fuck…
Oh fuck.
I stood paralyzed, dumb as fuck, and unable to think straight. This girl. Jesus, what I'd done with her.
I'd been a pissed off teenager, fucking thrilled when this sexy nineteen year old took an interest in me. All I'd been getting from girls my age was some boob over bra action and the very rare hand job. The night Cindy Nichols walked into my bedroom at my grandpa's house, teasing me with her naked body, offering to do things to me I hadn't even heard about, had fucking thrilled me.
Now I felt kind of dirty.
Her green eyes shone in amusement as she prowled towards me. "Hey Speedy," Cindy purred, and the sound of her old nickname for me tore through my brain, bringing with it a swell of memories… Her long, black hair tumbling over her tits as she fucked me raw. "It's been a while," she mused, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. "You grew up good, Kyle. Real good."
"Cindy," I choked out, patting her awkwardly on her back. "It's been a long time." I felt like a rabbit in the headlights as I stared back at the girl–woman–who'd introduced me to the female body. The girl whose body I'd spent an entire summer pleasuring until I'd perfected every fucking touch, until after three months of raw, primal fucking, the student had surpassed the teacher.
"Seven years," she laughed, slapping my chest. "You're looking good, Speedy."
"Well, I'll let you two kids get reacquainted," Mike said, smirking to himself as he strolled out of my office. I wanted to scream 'don't fucking leave me with her,' but I knew he wouldn't help me – the fucker knew who she was.
Mike had spent enough time hanging out with me back then to know this girl arriving in my office was like dropping a ticking time bomb in my lap, and it was times like this I regretted putting my dick in half of the female population.
The minute the door closed I knew I was doomed. It felt like something was jammed in the door of my past, propping it open for every fucking mistake and stupid thing I'd done to come back and haunt me.
"I gotta tell you, speedy," Cindy mused as she strolled over to my desk. "When mom asked me to come talk to you, I was curious to see how you turned out. I'm impressed," she purred.
The sixteen year old boy in me roared to life. I shut that fucker up with a swift kick to the balls. Cold fucking shower for him. I wasn't that kid anymore.
Her eyes dropped to the framed photo of Hope on my desk. "Cute kid," she mused.
"How long are you here for?" I remained by the door – a quick exit if needed. Cindy wasn't fucked up like Rachel. But she could fuck up my temporary peace at home. Dammit to hell…
"I haven't decided yet," she replied as her eyes roamed all over me. Jesus, she was leering at me… "I was only supposed to be staying for the week, tying up some loose ends for Aunt Linda, but I think I might stick around for a while." She crossed the floor, not stopping until her chest grazed mine. "Take in some sights. Maybe go rock climbing. Would you like me to climb on your rock, Kyle? For old times' sake…" Her hand dropped to my pants and I jerked away.
"Whoa. That is not happening again," I warned her as I grabbed her shoulders and held her away from me. "I'm engaged, Cindy. I have a girl at home waiting on me."
"Engaged?" She looked confused as she shook her head. "What the hell are you doing
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Chapter Seven
Kyle
My eyes locked on the raven-haired woman with her back to me, looking out my office window. Recognition flickered in some small part of my mind and I felt like a dick because all I could think of was how familiar her hips looked. Come to think of it so did her ass…
"Kyle, you remember Cindy, Linda's niece?" Mike said, smiling broadly at me. "You should," he added with a barely contained snort. "You two were inseparable as teenagers."
She turned around and my heart fell into my ass.
Fuck…
Oh fuck.
I stood paralyzed, dumb as fuck, and unable to think straight. This girl. Jesus, what I'd done with her.
I'd been a pissed off teenager, fucking thrilled when this sexy nineteen year old took an interest in me. All I'd been getting from girls my age was some boob over bra action and the very rare hand job. The night Cindy Nichols walked into my bedroom at my grandpa's house, teasing me with her naked body, offering to do things to me I hadn't even heard about, had fucking thrilled me.
Now I felt kind of dirty.
Her green eyes shone in amusement as she prowled towards me. "Hey Speedy," Cindy purred, and the sound of her old nickname for me tore through my brain, bringing with it a swell of memories… Her long, black hair tumbling over her tits as she fucked me raw. "It's been a while," she mused, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. "You grew up good, Kyle. Real good."
"Cindy," I choked out, patting her awkwardly on her back. "It's been a long time." I felt like a rabbit in the headlights as I stared back at the girl–woman–who'd introduced me to the female body. The girl whose body I'd spent an entire summer pleasuring until I'd perfected every fucking touch, until after three months of raw, primal fucking, the student had surpassed the teacher.
"Seven years," she laughed, slapping my chest. "You're looking good, Speedy."
"Well, I'll let you two kids get reacquainted," Mike said, smirking to himself as he strolled out of my office. I wanted to scream 'don't fucking leave me with her,' but I knew he wouldn't help me – the fucker knew who she was.
Mike had spent enough time hanging out with me back then to know this girl arriving in my office was like dropping a ticking time bomb in my lap, and it was times like this I regretted putting my dick in half of the female population.
The minute the door closed I knew I was doomed. It felt like something was jammed in the door of my past, propping it open for every fucking mistake and stupid thing I'd done to come back and haunt me.
"I gotta tell you, speedy," Cindy mused as she strolled over to my desk. "When mom asked me to come talk to you, I was curious to see how you turned out. I'm impressed," she purred.
The sixteen year old boy in me roared to life. I shut that fucker up with a swift kick to the balls. Cold fucking shower for him. I wasn't that kid anymore.
Her eyes dropped to the framed photo of Hope on my desk. "Cute kid," she mused.
"How long are you here for?" I remained by the door – a quick exit if needed. Cindy wasn't fucked up like Rachel. But she could fuck up my temporary peace at home. Dammit to hell…
"I haven't decided yet," she replied as her eyes roamed all over me. Jesus, she was leering at me… "I was only supposed to be staying for the week, tying up some loose ends for Aunt Linda, but I think I might stick around for a while." She crossed the floor, not stopping until her chest grazed mine. "Take in some sights. Maybe go rock climbing. Would you like me to climb on your rock, Kyle? For old times' sake…" Her hand dropped to my pants and I jerked away.
"Whoa. That is not happening again," I warned her as I grabbed her shoulders and held her away from me. "I'm engaged, Cindy. I have a girl at home waiting on me."
"Engaged?" She looked confused as she shook her head. "What the hell are you doing
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