“Let’s not. Take me upstairs and make me a happy girl,” Pam said to suddenly change my plans.
“I think you can go,” I told Paul.
He scoffed at me.
“I’ll see you Monday,” he reminded me.
I grabbed Pam’s hand and dragged her through the apartment door and up the stairs. Once we got inside, I pressed her up against the wall and leaned my body against hers, trapping her so there was no escape. I put my mouth next to her ear.
“I’m warning you, Surfer Girl,” I whispered gruffly in her ear. “Don’t say something like that if you don’t mean it.”
Her eyes were full, bright, and showed her desire. Pam’s mouth parted enough to let her tongue glide over her lips, making them glisten in the light. Her cheeks were flushed, giving her a healthy glow. I nuzzled her neck and felt her pulse beating rapidly as she anticipated what came next.
She licked her lips again, her red tongue inviting me, mocking me, teasing me. Mr. Happy rushed full of blood, diverted from the big brain. I was moments away from him taking control. All rational thought faded as full-blown lust began to rule the day.
“I mean it,” Pam replied, her voice husky with yearning.
That did it: Mr. Happy wrenched control of the body. Our lips locked as my last coherent thought fled. I was now in the moment. Better yet, I dropped into the sexual zone where pleasure ruled. Pam took full advantage as she thoroughly kissed me. I’d once said that when Tracy kissed me, it was like my mind was erased. Tracy had nothing on Pam.
Pam playfully sucked on, nipped, and licked my lips and tongue as I lost myself in her clutches. I suddenly wondered who was the captive. She rubbed up against me, causing me to whimper and moan. The big brain woke up enough to complain that it was my job to produce the whimpering and moaning, not Pam’s.
I became a happy boy when she moaned into my mouth. My ego restored, I found I wanted to hear more of her cries of passion. Pam found the buttons of my shirt and fumbled with them. I chuckled when she got frustrated and ripped it open to expose my chest. She bit my lip and dug her nails into my flesh to grab my full attention.
I didn’t plan to be a passive participant. My hands traveled down her sides, and she shivered as they slid down until I could grope her glorious ass. Pam should be the poster-child California girl. She’d grown up on a surfboard, giving her a lean, athletic appearance. Together with her striking good looks, the combination had earned her runner-up status in the Miss Teen California beauty pageant a couple of years back. If I were just looking for arm candy, Pam would be right at the top of the list. She was precisely the right combination of tomboy, girly-girl, and innocent that appealed to me.
In some ways, Pam was a mystery to me. She would freeze up and become passive if she was threatened. Then at other times, she would stand up to me. I believe it was because Pam understood that I loved her and would never do anything to harm her. I’d asked if she wanted to get married when she was pregnant with Coby, and then again last summer. Both times, Pam said she wasn’t ready.
I’m sure she knew I had asked out of obligation. I knew she loved me. But I wasn’t sure that it was the kind of love where she would be my one and only, and we would become more than we were now. Exactly what that was, I wasn’t sure.
I came out of my head and focused on what was at hand—specifically, her magnificent ass, which was perfectly molded in her tight jeans. I jerked her up and against my hips. Pam trusted I had her as she opened up her legs and wrapped them around my waist. I pressed her against the wall and ground my hardened length into her soft core. The added stimulation made us both groan in pleasure.
“Bedroom,” she ordered. “Fewer clothes.”
It was a good thing she was thinking for the both of us. I pulled her tight and spun her around, carrying her towards my bed. Pam gripped my shoulders and burrowed her head into the crook of my neck. She kissed below my jaw and then sucked there.
“You better not give me a hickey,” I warned.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and tightened her thighs around my waist as she sucked on my throat like a vampire. I would have to spank her butt for leaving her mark on my neck. She giggled when I peeled her off me and tossed her onto my king-size bed.
The brat looked up at me with hungry eyes. Her sun-kissed blond hair fanned out to form a sort of halo, reminding me that the little devil really might be an angel. Pam bit her lower lip as her blue eyes took me in as well.
I reached down and pulled my shirt open. I noticed that she’d popped several buttons. If I hadn’t gotten this shirt on a photo shoot, I might have been mad. I would have to get someone to sew the buttons on later.
I removed my jeans and boxer briefs. Her eyes dropped to Mr. Happy, who stretched out and stood proudly for inspection. Pam gave him an appreciative appraisal.
“You look like a Greek god who has come down from heaven just for me,” Pam purred.
