Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 12

Leif was heartsick. He knew he shouldn't have touched her so soon. He hadn't meant to do it. Just the sexy flavor of her mouth, the taste of her kiss, turned him on, and she looked so sweet, so precious, and proud after he told her that her life wasn't a waste just because she wasn't using those Yale degrees.

He could see the hurt in those big pretty almond shaped eyes, and initially when he was rubbing her leg he was intoxicated with the idea of making her feel good. As his hands moved further, and further up her thigh, he became intoxicated with the heat, he felt the heat before he even touched her under her little panties, and then, well when he felt how wet she was, he just wanted to pleasure her. That was all he wanted. He wanted to give her an orgasm to make her feel good on her insides. And the primal part of him, yes, he wanted to make that beautiful Lynne come, and feel her sweet juices on his finger tips.

But, that Lynne was so shy, that touching her was probably the last thing he should have done. It had scared her to death. He knew that she would want him to touch her in time, she was too passionate not to want this, but he also knew that she wanted him to prove his honesty to her, because she'd just gotten out of a bad relationship.

He was moping about, messing up during rehearsal unusual for him, when his bandmate, the lead singer, Matthew, asked him what was wrong.

Leif confessed that he felt like he'd blown it with a girl. He didn't go into the details. Frankly he was embarrassed that Lynne had him so strung out and hot and bothered that he was chasing after her like a puppy and she hadn't even really given him a piece of her cute little ass yet!

But he did say that he moved too hot, and too heavy with a girl, and now she was anxious, but the difference was, he liked her so much more than those other girls, and since he'd met her playing in a club, should he go to the club where she was playing, and ask her, why she was treating him so distantly all of a sudden.

"Hell no! I wouldn't do that. You said you already did that once, and this time she'll probably think you are a stalker. Frankly I'd wait for her to call or text me again, and I'd give her about a week to woman up to her feelings, otherwise I'd cut her loose and delete her number from my phone. She sounds hot, and sweet, the way you describe her, but she needs to grow up!" said Matthew.

Leif heard his friend, and he agreed. But he also new that Matthew was still fucking anything in a skirt. He hadn't changed inside. But Leif knew he had changed, he no longer wanted to fuck any woman in a skirt. He wanted to make love to that sweet little Lynne. And, after she fell in love with him, and trusted him more, fuck her little brains out while she howled in ecstasy.

He dropped the texts to Lynne back to every other day, rather than every day, so as not to appear desperate.

When the weekend approached he suggested...

"Maybe we should go out someplace so that we're not so tempted to be sexy. We can keep getting to know one another, and take it slow like you said we should. Chinese Buffet and Movie,"

Almost instantaneously his phone buzzed with a text.

"Can't....I have to work,"

He was crushed. He suggested something innocent and she still turned him down. His feelings were hurt, so he scrolled through his phone, looking for some digits. He thought fucking one of the girls that he'd known before for old times sake would heal his wounds.

But as the night progressed, he didn't feel up to fucking a random girl...he didn't want to do that. He wanted that Lynne. He called his mother, whom he hadn't talked to in a while. Then he actually ended up deleting a lot of the numbers of the girls he knew for a good time from his phone. Except a few really hot ones...just so he didn't have to start completely over from scratch if it didn't work out with Lynne. Still those four chick numbers he left in his phone, were not nearly as hot as Lynne.

He couldn't figure her out. She was hot one minute, and cold the next. Just like that old blues song, about a faucet. Just like that crazy ass faucet in his kitchen. One minute it was hot enough to fill a sink full of dishwater, the next minute it was freezing cold.

Since she was playing games with those crazy cryptic text messages, he took a picture of the kitchen faucet, and added the text,

Little Miss Lynne, just like a faucet.

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Lynne picked up her iPhone and unlocked the screen, as it showed she had a new message.

When she opened the phone, she was shocked to see that he'd taken a picture of a Kitchen sink faucet, and added a caption that she was like a faucet.

She was really embarrassed. She felt so much hot-faced shame. He said he'd liked that she'd gotten so wet, he even tasted it in front of her. But now that she was trying to cool things down a bit, because they got overheated, he was making fun of her for getting so wet.

He was a jerk. How could he do that to her...she couldn't help how physically she responded to his touch. He made her feel good and the wetness just flowed out of her. He didn't have to make fun of her. She didn't force him to lick his fingers.

She bit her lip and felt the urge to cry.

She sent a text.

"What's that supposed to mean,"

He sent a cryptic text back.

"You know exactly what it means. Good thing you're cute. I need to talk to you. Maybe after your nightclub show this evening."

Lynne never responded.

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