Wild Child Read Free

outfit?”
    “Yeah, ‘this old outfit’,” Rusty says, glancing left and right then taking another small step closer to me. I can feel his thighs against mine.  And I can feel the growing bulge between them.  “This shirt that makes my palms itch to feel your nipples,” he says, tugging at the hem of my shirt, the back of his hand tickling my stomach.  “And these shorts that are so short I could slide my fingers right up under them,” he says, reaching one hand down between us to barely stroke my inner thigh.  “And feel those damp panties of yours.”
    I’m breathless.  Already.  And I know from experience that it will only get worse.  Rusty does to me what no one else in the world can.
    “What makes you think they’re damp?”
    “Because I know you, baby. I know you put them on with thoughts of me taking them off.  I know, even now, you’re wishing that I’d take you upstairs and pull them slowly down your legs so that I could…do things to you.”
    “Maybe you’re right,” I whisper.  “But we both know that won’t happen so it doesn’t matter.”
    “This is going to make you just as miserable as it will me.”
    “Maybe.”
    Rusty grins.  “Oh, no. It will.  I’ll see to it.”
    I lift one brow.  “Is that right?  Well then bring it!  Touché, pussycat.”
    “Touché, indeed.”
    With a wink that turns my insides to mush, Rusty reaches around and slaps my butt before he moves past me, his shoulder brushing my aching nipples.  I close my eyes for a second, wondering if this might actually hurt me worse than it does him.
     
     
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    I flop down in one of the deep cushions of the patio chair.  “Phew! I’m glad that’s over.”
    I hear Cami’s sigh.  She’s sitting on the outdoor sofa with her legs curled under her, leaning into Trick’s side.  “Me, too.  That was exhausting!”
    “But at least it wasn’t embarrassing. I was just sure Rusty’s present would be a sex swing and you’d have to explain it to your mom.”
    “Rusty what?” Rusty asks as he appears at the door, stepping out onto the patio.
    “I was just telling them I figured you’d get them something like a sex swing.”
    He grins and comes to sit in the chair beside mine.  “That’s why I wanted to shop for it without you.  I wanted to show you I could be un guy-like sometimes.” 
    “So you’re saying the wine fridge-keg cooler combo unit was your only consideration?”
    “I didn’t say that.”
    “Ah-ha!  I knew it!”
    “Look, I’m a guy.  Of course I thought first of a sex swing.  But I figured some prudish old blue-haired woman might have a heart attack when it was unwrapped.  Or that Cami’s dad might whip my ass.”
    “I’d gladly let Jack whip your ass for a present like that.”
    “Of course you would, dickhead!  But even I don’t love you that much.”
    “Well, I think you did a great job, baby,” I croon to him.
    “Great enough to get some kind of reward?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows at me.
    I pause for a few seconds. “Sure. What did you have in mind?” I know exactly what he has in mind, but I want to hear it.  Even if we can’t do it, I still like hearing what goes on in his head.
    “How ‘bout a lil skinny-dippin’?”
    I perk up instantly.  Not only does that sound cool and refreshing, but it sounds like fun. Hot, playful fun.
    “You’re on,” I say, coming to my feet.  “You two coming?” I ask Cami.
    She looks at Trick and grins.  “Yeah, I think we will.”
    “We will?” he asks.
    “If you want to see me in anything less than what I’m wearing right now, then yes, we will.”
    “I’m in,” Trick replies enthusiastically.  We all laugh.
    The four of us strike out across the yard, bathed in warm breezes and pale moonlight.  It already looks like the perfect night for a naughty tryst, which will make it that much harder not to…indulge.  But I think Cami’s right. I think maybe this will be a good way to make Rusty see