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Chapter Three

Kaitlyn woke up in plenty of time for work.  She had no idea how, because she was awake half the night.  Her brain raced, her thoughts spinning around inside her head.  She went from guilt, to excitement, to fear, and back again over and over.  She had a headache, but it had nothing to do with a hangover.

She took a few aspirins and a nice warm shower, and the pain faded eventually.  After she was at the office for an hour, she received a text from Alex.  He apologized for not responding to her text the evening before, but he fell asleep studying.  She felt horrible after reading it, thinking of the guy she met at the bar. 

But when she thought of Ben, her whole body tingled.  She needed to forget about him.  She wouldn’t go to the bar again that evening, plain and simple.  Maybe Alex would be free, and they could go out to dinner, or possibly have a nice evening in.  She sent a text to Alex, asking if he was free. 

During her lunch break she got a call from Mandy.  She let it ring twice, trying to decide if she wanted to answer.  But some masochistic desire to talk about what happened the evening before forced her to answer.

“Kaity, baby.  Are we going out this evening?” Mandy immediately asked.

“I don’t know,” she said to avoid declining.

“That guitar player, what was his name?”  Mandy forgot she had an inside voice, and screamed into the phone. 

“I don’t remember,” Kaitlyn lied smoothly.

“Ben,” Mandy provided for her friend.  “Tell me you don’t want to see him again.”

“I don’t want to see him again,” Kaitlyn lied again. 

“He is so fucking hot,” Mandy continued.  “And the singer was an awesome kisser.  I’m seeing him again tonight.  You have to come too.”

“Mandy, I have a boyfriend,” Kaitlyn reminded her friend.

“Oh, please?  You’re the best wingman ever.”  Her friend pouted.  Kaitlyn could imagine her full bottom lip protruding.  “Ben was totally hot.”

“If Alex is busy I’ll think about it,” Kaitlyn evaded again. But she was already planning what she might wear for her evening out.

“Oh, thank God,” Mandy exclaimed a little too dramatically.  “Why don’t you stop by my place and we can fix each other’s hair?”

“I said maybe, Mandy,” Kaitlyn reminded her, but she was smiling when she said it.

“Okay, I’ll see you at my place around seven,” Mandy said as she hung up.

Alex didn’t answer her text until she was ready to leave work.  She frowned as she read it. 
Sorry honey, I have to study again this evening.  I’ll see you tomorrow, I promise.

She shrugged it off, and climbed into her brand new BMW.  At least as a lawyer she could afford nice things, she told herself, even if she did have to work ridiculous hours for them. 

* * *

They arrived at the bar together as the band was setting up.  She let Mandy drive her car because she wouldn’t shut up about it.  She had the radio turned up full blast on some hip hop song when they pulled into the parking lot. 

Ben couldn’t help but stare when the expensive car pulled up next to his old pick-up truck.  He’d bought it just to haul the band’s equipment around, and to keep up his appearance of being a struggling musician.  “Nice car,” he said as Mandy and Kaitlyn exited it.

“It’s…” Mandy started. 

“Her dad’s new car,” Kaitlyn quickly interrupted her.  Mandy was handing the keys to Kaitlyn, but stopped immediately when she said it.

“Yep, hot car, isn’t it?”  She said as she kicked the tire.  Kaitlyn frowned at her.

“That’s worth like, what… sixty thousand dollars?”  Ruben said as he walked toward them.

“Who knows,” Mandy shrugged, as she walked toward Bobby.

“I’m glad you came, Lyn.”  Ruben’s smile said a lot.  His hazel eyes practically glittered with happiness.  “You look fantastic, by the way.”  His eyes swept up and down her body at least twice.

She didn’t want to admit that she tried to look good for him.  She wore a short plaid skirt with a black long sleeve shirt that clung to her body, knee socks, and black Mary Jane patent leather shoes.  Her red hair hung in two braids down either side of her face, and she wore soft pink lipstick and blush.  She knew she looked even younger than she did the evening before, but she didn’t care.  Either it would turn him off, or turn him on even more.  By the way he was acting, she thought perhaps he liked it.

He wanted to walk over and grab her to pull her against him, but she didn’t seem to be open to that.  And frankly, she looked so good she intimidated him. 

“Hey, Mandy, I’m going inside,” she yelled over to her friend. 

Mandy waved, and parked herself on the hood of Ben’s truck.  “Come sit with me for a minute.” 

Kaitlyn gazed hesitantly from Ben to Mandy, sighed loudly, and joined her friend. 

Ruben couldn’t take his eyes off Lyn’s legs as he carried gear into the bar.  Her thighs were so creamy and smooth, not muscled, but not big either.  Everything about her was the perfect size.  He nearly fell when he tripped over a pothole, and he groaned as his face became enflamed. 

Kaitlyn talked to Mandy, and tried to act like she wasn’t paying attention to Ben, but she noticed everything he did out of the corner of her eye.  He threw the speakers around like they weighed nothing.  He was so strong, she remembered from the evening before.  She felt that feeling in the pit of her stomach again.  Damn it, why did she agree to come with Mandy?

“We’re ready to go inside,” Ruben said as he approached the girls.  He put his hands up to assist Lyn off the truck.  Somehow he ended up with his hands under her arms, and he picked her up off the hood and slid her down onto the ground.  He felt her full breasts against his chest, and her pubic area against his through the thin cotton skirt.  He shivered at the sensations she caused inside him.  He was immediately hard.

She looked up at him when he sat her down.  His eyes were so dark with emotion that it almost scared her.  She couldn’t help but feel his huge erection against her body again.  He bent down to kiss her, but Tommy interrupted them.

“We’re set up,” he called out. 

Disappointed, he let her go and hurried inside.

* * *

Her body drove him mad as he played.  She danced not five feet in front of him.  He could tell she was trying to entice him, and he was so hard it hurt.  He’d spent the entire day in the same state of arousal, which was awkward when he played in a charity golf tournament with his dad, and his dad’s partner and his son.  Golf with an erection was probably in the top twenty of the most uncomfortable things ever.

Watching her now, he knew he’d be hard until he got inside her.  He needed to fuck her to get her out of his system.  He just had to convince her. 

“Are you trying to turn him on?”  Ray wondered when she took a break to get a drink.  “Because I won’t lie, it’s working on me.”

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes at him, and took a big swig of jack and coke.  “Don’t lecture me on drinking too much tonight.  I don’t have to work tomorrow,” she countered, with a devilish look in her eyes.  It didn’t matter that her car was in the parking lot.  She’d take a cab home if she needed to.

“I won’t complain,” he said as he backed away, with his hands open at chest level in surrender.

“Can you get Ben a drink too?” she said as she placed money on the bar.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he said, as he motioned toward the waitress.

She returned to dancing, which physically hurt Ruben.  He couldn’t wait until the set was over.  He had to get her in the bathroom, or in his truck, or anywhere to get her alone.

* * *

“Stop buying me drinks,” Ruben said with a grin as he joined her at a table in the back.

“You looked thirsty,” she said with a shrug.

“Are you sure it wasn’t horny?” he asked, as he grabbed one of her braids. 

She should have been embarrassed, or shocked, but she was more turned on than anything.  “I don’t know, was it?” she asked, and licked her bottom lip.

“What do you taste like tonight, sexy?”  He fixed his gaze on her mouth.  “Is the pink lip gloss cotton candy too?”

She licked her top lip, thought for a moment, and said, “Watermelon.”

“Even better,” he grinned.  “When do I get to taste you?”  What was it about this girl that made him say such things?  He wasn’t normally this type of guy.  Sure, he’d seduced women before, but he was never this forward, this dirty.

She glanced toward the bathroom, then turned her sparkling blue eyes to his.  They were almost a navy blue this evening.  Her cheeks were already flush, more than just the blush she wore.  “I’m going to get up and walk to the bathroom,” she said as she pushed her chair back.

He didn’t even wait; he stood up with her, took her hand, and joined her.  As soon as they were inside and the door was locked, he picked her up and held her against the door.  She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“Tell me you’re not too drunk to know what you’re doing.”  He said it as he stared into her eyes.

“I’m a little drunk, but I know what I’m doing,” she said as she strained her hips into his.

“Fuck, girl, I’m already so hard.  I won’t be able to stand you teasing me.”  He pushed his hips into hers too, grinding his pelvis against her thighs.

“Then let’s get down to it,” she said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her.  He kissed her with all the desire he felt, and she felt those same jolts in her body.  This time they were focused on her private areas, which were in almost direct contact with his.

Rubbing against her was a bittersweet torture.  Some of the tension inside him eased with the action, but others simply screwed tighter.  Her hands moved down to his chest, then to his stomach, and under his long sleeved cotton shirt. 

When she touched his stomach he jumped, and he thought for a moment he would drop her.  His hands went out to cradle her thighs, and that might have been the worst mistake he’d ever made in his life.  He slid down to the floor onto his knees, and her ass rested on his thighs.  His hands reached up under her skirt, and pulled at her panties.  He had to have them.  Somehow she moved her legs around his body, and wiggled out of them.  He put them over his face and inhaled them.  They were wet with little droplets of her, and he almost lost his mind from the scent and taste of her.  He needed her, then and there, dirty bathroom floor or not.

His fingers moved up her thighs toward her core just as they heard a knock on the door again.  “Holy fuck, not again,” he exclaimed.  Kaitlyn giggled, more out of embarrassment than amusement.  He growled when he heard it, too overcome by his passion to realize what she meant by it.  “Please don’t laugh at me.”  His voice was deep, ragged.

“Hey boo, you in there?”  Mandy called out.

“Yes,” she yelled, as she moved to stand up. 

His face was level with her core, and he couldn’t have stopped for anything.  He leaned forward, shoving his head under her short plaid skirt, and attached his mouth to her.  She squealed loudly, but grunted when his tongue flicked at her clit.

“Me and Bobby are going back to my place,” she said loudly.  “Ray’s gonna let the guys leave their gear here at the bar until tomorrow.”

Her fingernails dug at the wood of the door as his tongue entered her.  His fingers grabbed her hips and held her, forcing her to take it.  She wiggled against his mouth, trying to find release.

“I’ll make you cum like that over and over, if that’s what you want.  Let’s go to Mandy’s.”  As he said it he pulled away from her and stood up, leaving her body aching for more.  He kissed her deeply so that she would taste herself on his tongue.  “You’re right, watermelon,” he moaned as he unlocked the door.  He shoved her panties into his pocket as he took her hand and led her outside.

* * *

“I’m not drunk, I’ll drive the BWM,” Ruben said definitively.  If he learned anything from his father, it was how to speak to make people listen.  “Bobby you can drive my truck.”

“Sure,” Bobby said, and caught the keys when Ruben threw them to him.

Mandy rode with Bobby, because the convertible was a two-seater, and again Kaitlyn sat in the passenger seat of her own car.  She wondered why Ben didn’t pick up on the fact that Mandy didn’t protest when he offered to drive what was supposedly her father’s car.  But he drove it carefully, as if he’d been born driving a foreign sports car.  He found Mandy’s apartment easily.  He put the top down, and gazed up at the stars as they waited for their friends.

“I have your panties in my pocket, and I’m keeping them,” he told her as he grabbed her braid again.

“Whatever turns you on,” she quipped.

“You turn me on,” he sighed as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch. 

“You’re so big, I don’t know how it’s going to fit,” she said as she felt the outline of his cock.

“I’ll eat your pussy a lot first and get it nice and wet,” he informed her confidently as his hand found her thigh.  Just then, the headlights of his truck pulled up behind them, and he moved her hand away from him.  He didn’t want anyone else to see what they were doing.