Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
I was surprised to find when I wasn’t fucking her, which honestly wasn’t very often, that I actually liked her. She could hold a conversation about just about anything, which kept me from wanting to shoot myself in the damn head. She was bright and funny and sweet as hell.
We were at the weird place in our relationship where we were about more than just the bedroom. We’d gone out to dinner one night and though she was a bit nervous at first, by the second course she’d relaxed enough to enjoy herself.
We got a few stares here and there but nothing to write home about and no one seemed to care one way or the other that we were together. I don’t honestly know what the hell she’d expected to happen.
With our first public outing out of the way she seemed to come out of her shell a little bit more and things eased between us as well. One thing I learned, she was a Xmas freak and seemed to think that now we were an item, I was supposed to be one too.
“I’m not going, it’s three days before Xmas that place it going to be a madhouse.” I knew she was going to talk me into this shit even while I was telling her no.
Just when the fuck had the wind shifted? When did I become her bitch? I’ve noticed here in the last few days, she says jump and fuck if I don’t rush to do her bidding.
She’s been softening me up with food and shit. No wonder the old timers used to say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I used to think that shit was a myth but now I’m not so sure.
This one’s slick, she’s got my ass tied up on all fronts. The pussy’s addictive, she cooks better than anyone I know and I can’t keep the fuck away from her.
Used to be I had a whole lotta shit to do with my days off of which there are many. I work maybe ten days a month, but they’re long ass days. Twenty-four hours on a shift.
But lately, since I got mixed up with this one, I can’t seem to get off my own street. If I’m not buried balls deep in her pussy all damn day, I’m in her bakery following her around like a puppy.
And she’s no damn better. I tested her once, wanting to see if I was the only one going through the paces. But after watching her for an hour or so peeping out her window at my place before shoring up the courage to come knocking, I knew the answer.
I’d purposely broken my newly forming habit of calling her as soon as I woke up, that is, if I wasn’t in her bed or she in mine. It didn’t take her long to come looking for me, but I decided not to try that little experiment again. Damn girl panics easily.
18
Joyann
He’s such a pushover. All the hollering and bitching and where did he end up? In the mall with me, grumbling all the way but here all the same. I know it’s unfair to keep testing him, but I can’t help it.
Each time I tell myself that I’m okay, that I’m fine with where we are and have no more worries, something else happens to test my faith. It’s not anything he does, it could be as simple as a look from someone else when we’re together. Almost like the person is wondering what we’re doing together.
I dare not bring it to his attention, he doesn’t understand, and why should he? He’d never been judged because of his looks I’ll bet and so couldn’t possibly understand how it is for someone who has spent her whole life dealing with just that.
It wasn’t all bad though, there were way less of those looks than looks of genuine approval. Those who knew us didn’t seem to care one way or another which made it easy when we ran into someone, but I was still not one hundred percent sure I was home free yet.
This little outing wasn’t necessarily a test, more like a final step I needed to take before I could put my fears to rest. He didn’t know it, but my girls were going to be here.
I needed to see his reaction to being around them, to them knowing that we were an item and not just having a casual fling like so many he’s already had in this town.
That was another thing. All the women he’s been with were all about half my size. How will he really feel about that? Would he think that he’d traded down? Now that we were here I wasn’t so sure anymore.
But it was too late. “Yoo-hoo, Joyann, over here.” I turned to see Rebecca standing just inside the mall waiting. The others weren’t too far away and the three of them walked over to meet us.