“Just checking, well I’m off to the parental unit’s house today. Something about Dad wanting to get the grill fired up for the Spring. Keep me up to date on all things Presley and Lincoln. Callie, I’ll see you and the princess in a little bit,” Lyla says in one breath. I swear that girl can talk a million miles a minute.
“Yeah, I’m heading to the grocery store for the upcoming week, oh joy! I’ll see you afterwards. You know Clairabella wouldn’t miss shopping for the world, even if it is just for food,” Callie responds with sarcasm dripping in her voice.
“I will, love you guys. Talk to you tonight or in the group chat. Whichever comes first,” I say.
“Love you too,” that comes from Lyla.
“I guess I love you two knuckle heads too,” Callie responds, we all click off.
I make my way out of my bedroom and into my living room. I do all of my housework Saturday mornings, because I like to be lazy Sunday, unless I get called to dinner at my parents’ house. That won’t be happening today, though, they’re out looking for new patio furniture in the next town over.
It’s too late for breakfast, which I’m thankful as ever for. The thought of breakfast food on any given day is enough to make me gag. My dad would always shake his head when I’d eat a sandwich or leftover pizza for breakfast, he never said anything though, knowing full well I get it from his wife.
I make myself something to eat and then move to the couch. With everything being done for my upcoming week, it’s time to binge watch a few shows.
6
Lincoln
I roll over and look at the alarm clock, my black out curtains not allowing me to know just how bright the sun is and if it’s shining or not.
“Son of a bitch,” I grumble when I see it’s well after two o’clock in the afternoon. I sit up in bed, grab my phone to make sure nothing is wrong at the bar, then I call the woman who had me tossing and turning all night long.
The ringing on the other line continues, when her voice mail picks up. I listen to her voice asking me to leave a message.
“Hey Presley, it’s Lincoln. Sorry, it’s so late. Call me when you get a chance,” I say into her voicemail and then hang up. I toss my phone on the bed, knowing if I don’t eat my stomach will keep growling, a reminder of how screwed up my hours are four nights a week. Another year and maybe I can bring a manager in to help rotate with hours.
Before meeting Presley, I wouldn’t have given two thoughts about the possibility of not working nights, but one look in a crowded bar changed all of that.
I hop in the shower, taking a cold one at that. My mind on an instant replay of every moment I had with Presley last night. It wasn’t that much but having the lingering feel and taste of her on my lips was enough to keep me distracted at work. Then hearing her on the phone, it had my mind playing every fantasy I could come up with.
Knowing nothing will make my aching cock from going down in size, I make fast work of my shower, dry off, wrap the towel around my waist, and walk back into my bedroom.
Trying to decide if I should stop by her place or wait until I hear from her, my phone rings.
Grabbing my phone, I see it’s Presley calling, “Hey Presley.”
“Hey, sorry I didn’t answer the phone. I didn’t hear it ring and well, I was in the middle of binge watching this documentary on Netflix,” she rushes out.
“That’s okay, I didn’t mean to sleep in this late. What are your plans for dinner?” I ask.
“I don’t have any. Sundays are my lazy days before I have to get ready for my week at work,” she responds.
“How about I pick you up, we can catch a movie and get some dinner afterwards?”
“I’d like that, but I need to be home before nine o’clock or I’ll turn into a pumpkin,” she laughs.
I know why she needs to be home at a decent time. Presley is a preschool teacher at Shiloh Elementary school.
“You got it, and Presley?”
“Yes, Lincoln,” she replies.
“See you in thirty minutes,” I tell her. Her sharp intake of breath, “That’s not going to work, I need an hour. When I said I do lazy Sundays, I mean lazy-lazy. I’m a mess and still have to shower.”
I groan out loud, my cock is going to stand at a permanent salute with Presley around, “Okay, I’ll see you in an hour.”
“Can’t wait,” she squeals. We say our goodbyes, and then I get ready for our date.
7
Presley
I barely have enough time to tame my wild hair and get dressed before Lincoln will get here. Try as I might, it’s hard to deal with all this hair if I fall asleep with it wet like I did last night. The bulk of my getting ready was detangling knot after knot, sometimes I think I’m going to chop it all off, especially after a long day running after little ones. Anytime I mention to my mom about cutting it off, she comes back with, “You know you’ll regret it. Every time you chop it off, you cry, and grow it out again. Put it in a bun or a braid, until you’re sure.” The sad thing about that is, it’s the truth, and it’s true what they say, your mother is always right.
Once I finish dealing with my tangled mess, I braid my hair, pulling it to one side in a messy fish tail braid. Then I pulled on a flowy skirt. Pairing it with a tank top, pulling it all together with a soft cardigan.
I’m just sliding my feet into a pair of sandals, going for a more casual look today, when I hear a truck pull into my driveway. I don’t wait for Lincoln to come up to my front door, I grab my purse, lock my door, and walk out towards him.
I don’t care if it seems like I’m overly excited. I didn’t think I stood a chance with someone like Lincoln. Not that he’s better than me, it’s more like he’s more refined, and well, I’m an elementary school teacher.
Lincoln is out of the truck and to me faster than I can blink, his arms slide around my waist, bringing me closer to his body. I’m surrounded by his presence, the feel, the smell. It engulfs my senses. Something I wasn’t expecting this fast, yet, I’m loving every moment of it.
My arms go around his neck, and that’s when I feel his lips, they’re whisper soft, skating against the slope of my neck. My whole body is pebbled in goosebumps, if he can get a response out of my body with the light grazing of his lips, I can’t even begin to imagine what will happen when things get hot and heavy.
“Hey gorgeous,” his voice has a rasp to it, and my body does a full body shiver.
“Hey,” my eyes looking up into Lincoln’s.
“You ready?” He questions.
“Yep, did you see there’s a new Godzilla movie playing today?” I respond as he walks me to the passenger side of his truck helping me in.
“Yeah, but I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see that or something else,” Lincoln tells me.
“Well, one thing you should know about me, I’m a huge movie buff and I’ll watch basically everything, even if it scares the crap out of me,” I ramble.
“Got it. But, Presley?”
“Yes?” I question nervously.