Chapter 14
She was so ripe for the plucking.
Band t-shirt, tight, skinny jeans.
Ignoring me as she restocked those stupid snacks and threw Jake's too-big-for-his-dick condoms on her uncle's desk.
The hair that almost touched her heart-shaped ass swung invitingly as she reached up high to the top shelf.
I could've reached out and grabbed a fistful.
Reached out and gently caught a strand to sniff.
Reached out to move the hair from her neck and gently taste the skin there.
I bet she tasted better than Cheetos.