An hour or so later, Lindsey was sitting in the cusioned swinging bench on the
back porch. She watched Jeff laying rocks across the backyard. He had
dismissed his shirt before he started, and had a bandana tied around his
forehead. He was built, but not too built, just in between. She couldn't say
she hated the view when he bent over either. Geez, they don't make them
like that in California. She couldn't remember looking at a guy like that as
long as she could remember. Patsy patted her leg, "Honey, he's one of the
nicest there are out there, and he's single, too," she said looking at Lindsey's
youthful face, and eyes watching Jeff, much the way she remembered
looking at JB all those years ago. The sweat glisted across his cheast as he
walked up to them and grabbed his shirt, quickly slipping it over his head,
and untying the bandana around his head, and throwing it into the bag he
brought with him.
"Nice Job Jeff," Patsy said pulling out her wallet.
"No m'am, I told, I'm not letting you pay me. Put, you can pay me with dinner,
Matt's making his special, black stuff stuck to the pot," Jeff said, half
serious, half not.
"Alright, you can invite Matt along with you if you want," Patsy said,
reluctatly putting her wallet back in her purse.
"Ready to go?" Jeff asked Lindsey, turning his head side ways at her.
"Ready as I'll very be," she said standing up, and following Jeff in through
the house.
"Now, be here by six for dinner," Patsy said following them, hugging the two
teenagers.
"Sweet Ride," Lindsey said, looking at Jeff's black dodge truck.
"Thanks, took forever to get payed for," He responded, climbing into the
driver's seat. And looking over at the black VW Bug rental Lindsey had,
"Nice-"
She cut him off, "It's a rental. Mine's being towed up here, it's a silver BMW
converatable," they were on the highway by now.
"Damn, were did you get the money for that?" he said glowing emerald eyes
on her.
She shrugged, but he saw her hand slide over the silver necklace she was
wearing, "So, where are we going?"
"Well, first we're going to my house so I can shower and change. Hope you
don't mind," He said looking back at the road.
"No, it's cool, I wouldn't mind meeting your family anyway," She couldn't take
her eyes off him, god he was hot.
"Won't meet anyone but Matt, and maybe a few of his whores."
"Matt, has whores?"
"What did you think sex just stopped once you left the west coast? There
are two kinds of girls around here. The nuns, that wear skirts to there
ankles, and sleeves over their hands. And the sluts, the ones that wear
platform boots to their thighs, shorts above their asses, and micro tube
tops," He said causally.
"So, which catogory do I fall in?" she asked looking at him, wanting to know
what he thought.
He shugged, "Nither really, you ain't a slut, and sure as hell ain't a nun. Your
kinda your own catogory. A lot better than the chicks around here."
"Thanks," she said blushing slightly, and scooting a little closer to him.
"I'm serious, your sexy, but, you don't over do it, ya know?" He said, eazing
the car into a driveway. Looking at her. The two of them locked eyes.
Leaning forward, inches away from each other's lips. Hesitating slightly,
they brushed lips. An unbeilivable sensation filled their bodies. Slipping her
tougne into his mouth, Lindsey felt a spark of electricty, jump between
them. The teenagers countined to makeout of a few minutes before pulling
apart.
"I gotta go take a shower, then we can go out," Jeff said, pulling her hand
out his door, and lacing finger with her as he walked up to the front porch.
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Remember 5 reviews! Don't forget! I DON'T KNOW JEFFY AND MATTIE!
(wish I did, but I don't)
back porch. She watched Jeff laying rocks across the backyard. He had
dismissed his shirt before he started, and had a bandana tied around his
forehead. He was built, but not too built, just in between. She couldn't say
she hated the view when he bent over either. Geez, they don't make them
like that in California. She couldn't remember looking at a guy like that as
long as she could remember. Patsy patted her leg, "Honey, he's one of the
nicest there are out there, and he's single, too," she said looking at Lindsey's
youthful face, and eyes watching Jeff, much the way she remembered
looking at JB all those years ago. The sweat glisted across his cheast as he
walked up to them and grabbed his shirt, quickly slipping it over his head,
and untying the bandana around his head, and throwing it into the bag he
brought with him.
"Nice Job Jeff," Patsy said pulling out her wallet.
"No m'am, I told, I'm not letting you pay me. Put, you can pay me with dinner,
Matt's making his special, black stuff stuck to the pot," Jeff said, half
serious, half not.
"Alright, you can invite Matt along with you if you want," Patsy said,
reluctatly putting her wallet back in her purse.
"Ready to go?" Jeff asked Lindsey, turning his head side ways at her.
"Ready as I'll very be," she said standing up, and following Jeff in through
the house.
"Now, be here by six for dinner," Patsy said following them, hugging the two
teenagers.
"Sweet Ride," Lindsey said, looking at Jeff's black dodge truck.
"Thanks, took forever to get payed for," He responded, climbing into the
driver's seat. And looking over at the black VW Bug rental Lindsey had,
"Nice-"
She cut him off, "It's a rental. Mine's being towed up here, it's a silver BMW
converatable," they were on the highway by now.
"Damn, were did you get the money for that?" he said glowing emerald eyes
on her.
She shrugged, but he saw her hand slide over the silver necklace she was
wearing, "So, where are we going?"
"Well, first we're going to my house so I can shower and change. Hope you
don't mind," He said looking back at the road.
"No, it's cool, I wouldn't mind meeting your family anyway," She couldn't take
her eyes off him, god he was hot.
"Won't meet anyone but Matt, and maybe a few of his whores."
"Matt, has whores?"
"What did you think sex just stopped once you left the west coast? There
are two kinds of girls around here. The nuns, that wear skirts to there
ankles, and sleeves over their hands. And the sluts, the ones that wear
platform boots to their thighs, shorts above their asses, and micro tube
tops," He said causally.
"So, which catogory do I fall in?" she asked looking at him, wanting to know
what he thought.
He shugged, "Nither really, you ain't a slut, and sure as hell ain't a nun. Your
kinda your own catogory. A lot better than the chicks around here."
"Thanks," she said blushing slightly, and scooting a little closer to him.
"I'm serious, your sexy, but, you don't over do it, ya know?" He said, eazing
the car into a driveway. Looking at her. The two of them locked eyes.
Leaning forward, inches away from each other's lips. Hesitating slightly,
they brushed lips. An unbeilivable sensation filled their bodies. Slipping her
tougne into his mouth, Lindsey felt a spark of electricty, jump between
them. The teenagers countined to makeout of a few minutes before pulling
apart.
"I gotta go take a shower, then we can go out," Jeff said, pulling her hand
out his door, and lacing finger with her as he walked up to the front porch.
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Remember 5 reviews! Don't forget! I DON'T KNOW JEFFY AND MATTIE!
(wish I did, but I don't)