Who the hell is she, and why don’t I already know her?

Her little skirt is like sin, and the way she smiles and weaves through the crowd makes my heart clench up. I want to grab her and pull her into my boss’ house and have my way with her, and I know she’ll like it from the way she keeps glancing over at me, pretending that she doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing, but I know it’s no coincidence that our eyes keep meeting.

Little miss, who the hell are you, and why don’t I already know you?

I’m new to this town, and it’s a tight-knit community. I don’t know anyone that well yet, except for the boys I work with at the fire station. Everyone knows each other here, so I know I’ll meet her soon enough.

Except that won’t work for me. I need to meet her now.

I grab two bubbly mimosas from the table near where I’m standing and start to go over to her, and I feel my heart throbbing between my ears. My thoughts are on her only, and the rest of the party melts away as I walk over to her.

That throbbing between my ears is delicious, and I savor it as I walk over to her, because all I want right now is to taste her lips and make her squeal.

She’s the most perfect creature I’ve ever seen, and the way she keeps trying to catch my attention is making me fucking crazy.

The soft afternoon sunlight spills over the backyard where the party is, and I swear I can feel every single blade of grass under my combat boots. That’s how fucking alive I feel right now.

And is it only about my cock? No, it’s not only about my cock, even though I could get hard as a rock right now. I keep it down because getting raging hard at your boss’ house is not exactly in line with what decorum dictates. It’s also about the pure, indelible beauty this creature possesses.

Oh, and I feel like I am chasing her, which makes my heart thrum faster, because every time she goes over to a party guest with a little pastry or a drink, she makes me hang back a little.

In the interest of decorum.

But I’m not really chasing her. It’s all my head, really. But I know she feels it too. That delicious anticipation of what is about to happen. And how drawn out and slow it’s happening. It’s the push and pull of me and her, the way she looks back at me and tries not to smile at me, and the way I hang back and let her work.

It’s intoxicating.

And finally, she breaks away from the last cluster of my coworkers and finds the backdoor of the house, and she backs into the house, putting her back against the door and tipping her chin down, biting down on her bottom lip as she disappears into the house.

That’s it. I can’t hold it together any longer. I check my surroundings quickly as the ground moves faster under my feet, and I feel my cock stiffen as I follow her into the house.

I feel the door swing closed behind me, and I catch little miss leaning over the kitchen sink, stacking dishes with her ass out in the air and the skirt riding up her damn legs.

“I got you a drink,” I say, leaning against the counter next to the sink. She turns off the water and turns around to lean against the counter with one hand.

“You got me a drink? Excuse me,” she says, her green eyes gleaming and her blonde hair falling in waves around her face, “I made that drink. You can’t give someone a drink they’ve made.”

“You don’t want it, then?” I say, narrowing my eyes at her. “It looks good. Smells fresh. And I have two of them. Take it, please.”

She puts her hand out and takes the drink, our eyes locked on each other’s like we couldn’t out at the party. Like she wouldn’t out at the party with all those people around.

And why wouldn’t she? Is it because she didn’t want to make her panties all wet?

Because I know that’s what happening right now.

She takes the drink from me and puts the glass up to her lips, taking a small sip.

“Yep,” she says,”that’s good. But I already know that. But thank you for bringing it to me anyway.”

“It is good,” I say, taking a sip from my own glass. “And you said you made this?”

“That’s right,” she says. She licks the corner of her lips slowly. “That’s how I already know how good it is.”

“It is good,” I say.

“I’m glad you like it,” she breathes.

I can feel her shudder as she looks away from my eyes, her gaze moving down my face, to my lips, and then lower to my chest.

And then lower.

“You can look at me, sweetheart,” I say, putting a fingers under her chin, “you don’t have to be afraid. We’re alone now. You don’t have to look away.”

She exhales heavily and her eyes come back up to mine.

“I’m not afraid,” she says defiantly. I feel her body move toward mine and I slip a hand onto the small of her back, pulling her closer to me.

“I think you are afraid, girl,” I say, my cock like a diamond inside my clothes. “I think you were afraid of your panties getting all wet when you were supposed to be working. Am I right?”

She swallows thickly and she bites down hard on her lower lip.

“I don’t know,” she says. “I don’t know.”

“Then let me check,” I growl, “is that okay? Is it okay for me to check your panties?”

“How?” she breathes.

“I can just look if you want,” I say, my mind swimming in her beauty, “or I can touch, if that’s okay.”

She closes her eyes and nods, and I can feel her pressing herself harder into me.

“Which is it?” I whisper into her ear sweetly. “You want me to just look or do you want me to touch?”

“Whatever you want,” she says. I can feel her heart slamming into her chest, beating against mine.

“I want to look,” I say, “but I don’t want to be too obvious in case someone comes in. So I’m just going to touch. I’m just going to slip a finger into your panties to see how wet I made you. I’m not going to do anything to you. I just want to see how wet I made you.”

Her forehead falls forward against my chest as I move my hand lower, past the dip in her back, and graze her round, smooth ass.

“Let me in,” I growl, putting one hand on the back of her neck and hook the other one under her thigh, forcing her to bend her knee and bring her pussy close to me. My fingers find her pussy under her little black skirt, and she is absolutely soaking through the fabric.

She moans against my chest and I feel a laugh break inside her throat as I stroke the outside of her wet panties.

“I don’t even have to slip a finger inside, “ I say, “to see how wet I made you.”

“Are you going to stop now that you see how wet I am?” she asks, peering up at me.

“Do you want me to stop, baby?” I say, taking her chin in my hands. “Do you want me to stop?”

I feel her tense up, and her throat moves under my hand as she swallows.

“No,” she damn near whimpers, “I don’t want you to stop.”

“But sweetheart, I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know if I can just keep you nice and wet and begging. I need to taste that sweet little pussy, girl.”

She looks up at me and her eyes grow wide.

She is scared.

So I stop.

I pull my fingers away from her panties, and I haven’t even touched her skin yet, but my fingers are soaked and I bring them to my lips, sucking away her wetness.

“Why?” she asks, her eyes glowering with confusion. “Why did you stop?”

“Because you seem nervous. And I don’t want to do anything you are not comfortable with.”

She backs away from me and hurries over to the kitchen table, busying herself with some cookies or something I couldn’t give two shits about.

Who the hell is this girl?

She bends over again and I swear she is teasing me with that little fucking skirt, with that round ass and the way she keeps showing it off for me.

“You like teasing me, sweetness?” I say, coming up behind her. But I don’t put my hands on her. I don’t dare. Not until she tells me she is good and fucking ready. “You like showing me your sweet little ass?”

She spins around to face me, her face flush and a hint of moisture forming around her temples. It’s a warm morning, but I am making this girl sweat.

And she smells like a fucking ripe strawberry.

“Meet me upstairs in five minutes,” she says, grabbing a tray of drinks and making her way out the door.

I don’t know if I can wait five whole minutes.

I don’t know if I can wait to know her name.

I don’t know if I can wait to make her scream mine.