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C. E. Todd Books
Category:
Romance
Publisher: C. E. Todd Books
ISBN-10: 1494297094
Pages: 90
Copyright: December 2, 2013
A compilation of the Boy Next Door trilogy.
Alone, her life on hold, Christine is left with one choice: whether to buy a motorcycle. Who would've thought something as innocent as buying a motorcycle could complicate life so? As Christine cleans her motorcycle one afternoon, Tom stops by, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Christine Metcalf's quiet life as a doctor's wife is not so quiet lately. Since her husband threw himself into his career, after learning he couldn't father children, Christine has been left alone.
Christine buys a motorcycle, and begins to look at her neighbor Tom in a new way. Just as Christine begins to connect with Tom, a sudden revelation raises important questions. Will Christine be able to see Tom? Will their relationship survive?
Excerpt
The next afternoon, I sat at the kitchen table, the pitcher of lemonade sweating nearby. I began to swing my crossed leg nervously, and swirl my straw in my glass. How did I look? Was my dress okay? It was a knee-length dress, white with a blue sky-like print on it. I liked it, anyway. Maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he wouldn’t even show up. Listen to me. Thirty-six years old and worried about being stood up by an eighteen-year-old. I need to get out more.
Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. I peeked through the peep hole, and smiled broadly. There was Tom, dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and chinos, shifting nervously.
“Hello, Tom.” I nearly mewed. There was a knowing tone to my voice that I wasn’t expecting.
“Hi, Ms. M.” Tom walked past me, the cologne hitting me like a ton of bricks. Well, at last he tried to clean up for me. We sat down at the table, just as we had the night before, and I poured him a glass of lemonade.
“How are you feeling, Tom?” I asked, studying his eyes. He squirmed a bit in his chair.
“I dunno. Okay, I guess.” He was so intense about it. He put his elbow on the table, and pressed his fingers against his brow, rubbing his forehead as if he would rub out a solution like a genie from a lamp. I slid my bare foot along his calf lightly, almost imperceptibly, letting him think.
I know I’m supposed to think it’s all natural and stuff, but … I dunno. It’s just embarrassing, especially in front of you.” Guilt, embarrassment, desire. The poor boy was a mess.
As he said this, I noticed a bulge forming in his pants. Good god, that snake was going to come out of his pants and bite me if I wasn’t careful. I swallowed hard, trying to control myself, feeling my heart race.
I lingered for a moment, glancing at his pants. It was getting bigger alright. I decided to go for broke. “Tom, what are you feeling right now?”
A long silence. Tom sat back, and looked up at the ceiling, then back at me. “Um, Ms. M, can I tell you something?”
“Yes,” I nearly whispered, my stomach beginning to tingle. I wondered what the leg that I was slowly caressing looked like.
“I mean … it’s kinda … I dunno … private.”
“Tom,” I smiled, “I promise I’ll never tell.”
He paused, and the look in his eyes was priceless. There was confusion, fear, and so much desire I thought he might just pounce on me like a cat.
“I … No, I can’t say it.” He leaned back.
“Tom, what is it?” I leaned forward, and put my hand on his, reassuring him. “Is it about me?”
The air was electric. After a pause, he whispered, “Yes.”
I took his one hand in both mine, slowly caressing him. It seemed to help. “It’s okay, Tom. I can keep a secret.”
I glanced at him. His cock was raging now, and he made no effort to hide it, surprisingly. This was too much.
“I do like you. Sometimes … I think about you.”
I smiled. “You mean that you fantasize about me, Tom?”
Another long pause, and a whispered, “Yes.”
Now we were down to it; the rub. “Do you think that’s bad, Tom?”
Slowly, Tom looked up at me, his eyes longing. “I did … but now I don’t.”
I lifted his hand, slowly, and kissed it. I paused, and placed his hand on my cheek. His soft skin deepened my breath. My lips parted slightly. He moved his hand down, ever so slowly. His hand slid down my neck, and around to the back of my neck. I began to lean forward, and he began to pull, so slightly, on my neck, drawing me toward him. I felt my nipples harden as we drew closer….slowly closer….
I placed my hands on either side of his head, and tilted his head down to mine. Our lips were inches apart. I felt his breath against my lips. His lips parted, and I ran my tongue over them slowly. They were so tender, and so full. His tongue grazed mine, and I melted. I tilted my head, and our lips enmeshed. He moaned softly, as his tongue began to slide over mine slowly. I whimpered as he began to suck on my tongue lightly. I was lost. I felt my center swelling, getting wet. My hands slid across his broad back. I felt my breasts press against his chest, as I straddled his lap. His chest was so hard. I felt his cock against my tummy. This guy had no clue how delicious he was.
I tilted my hips slightly, allowing my pussy to grind against his cock. He gasped, and wrapped his hands around me, pulling me tight against him. I felt his hands slide down onto my ass, pulling me into him, as he ground against me. We stayed like this for a bit, just kissing, and grinding, and feeling. I couldn’t put my finger on it. He felt strong, to be sure, but there was a comfort, a sense of relaxation I felt as I kissed him for the first time. These feelings were new, and I wondered where they would take me.
I broke our kiss, breathless. I swallowed hard, staring into his eyes. I must have looked like a little girl who just took her first bite of candy. I felt like one, anyway. I stood, and took Tom’s hand, silently, and led him upstairs.
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