Decisions, Part II

With the wheels in motion, Ash tucked the iPhone into her "nestling" pocket. It was a custom job sewn into the heavy terry robe, located several inches below her navel. She gave sexting a new meaning.

She couldn't help but smile as she thought about what would be when the flash of steel and flesh passed in front of her. Searing pain and the tell-tale coppery taste quickly replaced the guilt-ridden smile.

"What the hell's so damn funny?" Jake was Jake. He grew up poor white trash in a nuclear family of five with Daddy earning six figures. Jake was a bit of an anomaly: All the money in the world couldn't clean him up, nor would it ever teach him life. The money gave him a sense of entitlement where none belonged, and Jake simply took what he wanted.

"Nothing Jake..." It was amazing how fast she could reply in such an even tone. She'd never take this off of anyone else, much less an asshole like Jake. But he was her first. There was something special there. Or there was.

"I'm going out with the guys to Billy's bachelor party. I'll be back tomorrow for lunch. Pick up my dry cleaning tomorrow." He so slightly pinched her chin, turned her face to kiss her cheek, but as his lips approached her, her intoxicating smell enthralled him, and he pulled her up.

He grabbed an ass cheek firmly, pulled her close and dived into a mouthful of kiss. Ash struggled at first, then fell into that trance of automatic reciprocation. Right as she was drifting into bliss, he abruptly pulled away, smacked her ass and quipped, "Damn baby, you still hot! Sheee-it! I'll see you tomorrow. And don't forget my dry cleaning!"

Maybe it was his way of saying sorry. Jake was still a good kisser, Ash thought, but she was quite tired of his hands.

BzzzZZZzzzz!

Oh my, Ash silently quipped.