“Give me a minute to jump into my car, and I’ll follow you home to make sure you make it okay,” he says, catching me off guard a little.
“I’ll be fine, Tucker. It's only a few blocks away.”
“And I have to go right past your place to get to mine, so I’ll follow you anyway; just give me a second to get behind you,” he insists. I just roll my eyes at him but can tell that he’d be pissed if I didn’t wait for him.
“Fine,” I huff in mock annoyance, “but I promise I’ll be just fine, Tucker.” He grumbles some more as he shuts my door, then takes off in a jog across the parking lot to his truck. I watch as his lights flash, then the interior light comes on when he opens the door. He fires it up just as soon as he slides in, and pulls out of his spot, coming across the lot until he’s near me. I pull out of my own spot and into the road. Just as I said I would, I make it the few blocks to my house and pull into the driveway. I tap my brakes a few times, letting him know that I’m all good, and he flashes his brights at me as he continues on down the road.
One of the perks and drawbacks of small-town living is that everyone is in each other’s business and ensures everyone is safe. While I appreciate what he did, it was also wholly unnecessary, but alas, it’s over, and I’m home.
3
Tucker
I make it home after following Lindsay from the bar. Having her in my arms tonight was a double-edged sword. On one side, it was the best feeling. Her curves are what wet dreams are made of. On the other, it was a painful night of having to continually adjust my dick as discreetly as possible. Each time I’d watch her shake her ass out on the dance floor, my cock would swell in my jeans. The few moments I held her against my body, I don’t know how she missed it. She was flush against me the entire song and then some.
I grab a beer from the fridge, popping the top before I chug half of it down as I lean against the wall. The night out was just what I needed to blow off some steam and hang out with the guys. I take my beer and head for my bathroom for a hot shower before crawling into bed. Unlike Lindsay, I have commitments tomorrow. I’m supposed to pick Paisley up mid-morning, and before I do that, I wanted to go grab some groceries, as my fridge and pantry are looking pretty bare at the moment.
I step under the hot spray of water, setting my beer on the ledge. Nothing better than beer to enjoy while the water works my tight muscles. I grab my body wash, squirting a fair amount into the palm of my hand, then working it over my chest. My hand slides down my abs and around my hard cock. I can still feel Lindsay as if she was pressed against me here in the shower. The smell of her shampoo or perfume still fills my nostrils, and I can’t help but stroke my shaft at the memory of her tonight. I brace one hand on the wall and give in to my primal desires, thinking of no one but the sexy woman who has filled my dreams since I was a teenager waking up to wet dreams.
My head falls forward as my eyes close. I let my imagination take over, picturing what she looks like naked. I’ve seen her a handful of times in a bikini, so I’ve got some ideas on what she’d look like out of it. I think of her perfect tits and how I want to get my mouth on them, teasing her hardened nipples until she’s arching beneath me, begging for more. I’d slide down her body, dropping kisses along her skin as I make my way to her pussy. I stroke my cock a little faster at the thought. Just the idea of tasting her, making her come on my tongue, has my balls tingling and ready to blow my load. I slow my strokes, squeezing my shaft to prolong my release.
My mind wanders back to being between Lindsay’s legs. My tongue on her clit as my fingers slide in and out of her tight channel. My fist tightens and speeds up as I stroke my cock, no longer holding back on my orgasm. “Fuuuuck!” I yell as my orgasm barrels out of me, my cum coating the wall of my shower. I lean into the hand braced against the wall as I enjoy the endorphins rushing through my body after that powerful release.
Once I’ve regained my head, I spray off the wall, not wanting to leave a mess to clean up later—that’s never a pleasant time.
Once out of the shower, I towel off, wrap it around my waist, and stand at the sink to brush my teeth and trim my beard down. I can’t let it get too long, as it can interfere with how tightly my mask fits at work. Once done at the sink, I grab my dirty clothes, fishing my cell out of my jeans pocket before dropping the clothes in the basket. I snag a clean pair of boxers from my drawer and step into them on my way to my beside.
I pull back the blanket and top sheet, then drop on the bed, sliding between the cold sheets. They feel good against my hot skin. I place my phone on the cradle, making sure that it's charging before I roll over and let sleep claim me for the night.
Tuck: Hey, man, you up?
Lee: Yeah, but I just got out of bed. Had a good night, if you know what I mean.
Tuck: I’m sure you did. I was with you when you left the bar last night. I know who you took with you.
Lee: The night did not disappoint.
Tuck: At least one of us got some action last night
Lee: If you’d grow a pair, you could have gotten laid last night
Tuck: Whatever, man, enough about the lack of pussy in my life at the moment. I woke up with an idea this morning.
Lee: And what was that?
Tuck: The big football game is next weekend, we’re both off that day, so why don’t we pull together a big party. We can have a bonfire afterward out back.
Lee: I’m game.
Tuck: Figured you would be. We can start spreading the word, tell everyone to BYOB and a dish to share. I’ll fire up the grill, and I’m sure I can convince my mom to make up a few sides.
Lee: I’m sure Mama Wild will be all over that.
Tuck: You know it.
Tuck: What you got going on today? Allison still at your place?
Lee: She left about ten minutes ago. I don’t have anything going on; when are you picking P up?
I look at the time, and I’ve got about two hours until I’m supposed to be over at Lilly’s to pick her up.
Tuck: A couple of hours. I need to go grab some groceries first. Want to come over later? We can grill up some steaks or something.
Lee: Sure, I’ll head that way at some point. Let you have some father-daughter time before I crash and take over as P’s favorite person.
He loves giving me shit that my daughter loves him the most. He can keep dreaming on that one. No one will ever knock me out of that spot. Not my dad, and definitely not my best friend. Whoever my daughter grows up to fall in love with better be one hell of a man if he wants the spot. I won’t hand it over quickly.
Tuck: See you later fucker.
I drop my phone on the bed next to me and force myself to get up and moving. I need to get some shit done before going to the store and to pick up Paisley.