I say as an excuse to get the hell away from her. I’m starving, all right. I want to suck and tease those fucking tits of hers while I pound the shit out of her. Seems my dick hasn’t gotten the memo that her three fuck limit is more than over. I get up and excuse myself after I get my dick under control.
“Tell him we want pizza,” I hear Gable shout behind me.
If they wanted pizza, they should have been the one going to talk to Stewart. I need to get back on my meal plan. We need to get groceries on this bus. These shit heads are not going to make me fuck off my diet. No, I’ll be cooking tonight. Stewart agrees to stop within an hour in Mississippi.
“So are we getting pizza?” Keyser asks from the card table when I get back. I can barely concentrate, though. Lourdes is sitting on the sofa directly across from where I was originally sitting. She has one leg resting on the floor and the other resting on the sofa. I can see up her shorts. The crease of where her pussy and leg meet is fucking taunting me. I can almost see the outline. She sees me looking and puts the other leg on the sofa so I can get a perfect impression of her pussy lips through her flimsy ass shorts.
Thank God the guys don’t notice. They’ve all headed to the table to play Spades. Lourdes is playing a dangerous game with me. There’s no way in hell she doesn’t know what she’s doing. This is not the same shy girl I met in the fall. She got her bellybutton pierced, she’s wearing skimpy as fuck clothes, and she is willingly showing me her pussy? Who the hell is this woman who boarded this bus with us? I don’t know how to feel about this change. I know it’s no longer my concern, but fuck, fuck, fuck!
“What the hell, man? Are we getting pizza or not?” Keyser yells across the room.
“Uh no,” I say trying to regain my wits. “We’re going to stop at a grocery store so we don’t have to keep stopping for food. I’ll cook tonight.”
“Ah, hell. We’re going to be stuck on this bus with Diesel’s healthy ass food,” Xander teases. The guys let out a collective groan and Lily giggles.
“Shut up, asswipes. How long have I been enduring the shit you all call food? Keep it up and I won’t buy alcohol either. We can all start fresh.” I know they would never go for that, but it’s fun to watch them shoot me the finger.
“Lourdes and I will eat healthy with you, won’t we Lourdes?” Lily laughs even harder. “We have to watch our girlish figures,” she continues. Lourdes gives me a thumbs up. I know Lily is only joking since neither of them have issues in that department. Hell, I’m watching Lourdes’s figure right now.
“Baby, you are perfect just the way you are,” Xander says to Lily. We all make gagging noises except Lourdes.
The bus starts to slow so I look out the window. We’re pulling into the lot of a grocery store. Lourdes follows my gaze and then jumps up.
“I’ll grab my flip flops,” she announces. “I’m coming in too. I have a few things I forgot to get.”
“You need more than shoes if you’re fucking coming into the store with me,” I growl. I’m not going to watch the whole store ogle her ass.
“You’re not the boss of me Diesel,” she smarts off.
“Fine! Stay on the bus then.” I don’t have time for this shit. As soon as the bus comes to a complete stop, I’m out. I head straight back to the meat department. Shit, I forgot the list I made. Lourdes is already driving me crazy. I pick through a few packs of chicken breast until I find the ones I want. I hate shopping in stores that I’m unfamiliar with because I hate searching for shit. My shit is always on the outer aisles since I eat fresh, but it’s hell searching for the shit I know the guys like. I run into Keyser in the frozen food section.
“What? I’m getting the frozen pizza,” he chuckles. “Everybody got off because they all had something they needed to get. I think it’s disorganized as fuck, but nobody
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