Really?, M.J. Garrett [urban books to read .txt] 📗

/> On the way to the theater, Rick's words came to mind. I have already purchased the movie tickets, but now all of a sudden, I don't think that she was the kind of girl that would appreciate the stereotypical chick flick. Maybe she was an action hero type?

With the theater in sight, I pulled the car into a park parking lot across the street. She had asked me where we were going and I thought that the lights from the theater had given her the impression that we were going to there, but Rick's words stuck with me. I wanted this to be more than just a silent trip to the movies. I wanted to hear her speak. I wanted her to share with me time and conversation. I really wanted to get to know her.

"What are we doing at the park? Are we not going to the movies?" she asked me with her eyebrows raised.

"I bought tickets, but I don't know if I want to spend the time with you in the theater." Not realizing how bad that probably sounded, I noticed her pull her eyebrows down and pulled herself away from me. "I didn't mean it like that. What I meant to say was that I want to talk to you and get to know you. You can't talk in a theater." I tilted my head down and waited for her to laugh at my audacity.

"That is so sweet, Abe." She smiled and reached over to touch my hand. I didn't really know how to respond and I think she knew. "Come on, I want to show you something." She exited the car and started walking toward the darkness of the park. Following her I watched her skinny frame and sexy body enter the darkness as she turned around and demanded me to hurry up.


Chapter 11

Standing at the door, I reach into my pocket and fetched my keys. I slid the key into the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. Tip toeing through the living room, I make my way into the kitchen and turn the stove light on to give some light without lighting up the whole place.

Through the dim light, I peek into the living room and see a small green pup tent raised in front of the TV. I can see Rick's bare feet hanging over the arm of the couch. I gingerly walk over to view their camp site and see their beautiful blonde hair nestled together as they were crammed into the same sleeping bag. I'm guessing that Erin's empty sleeping bag didn't have a lot of sleep time. It lay undisturbed beside them with the top folded down and my pillow at the head.

"Daddy?" I heard Erin's sweet voice call to me, "I saved your spot."

"Really? Well give me a couple of minutes and I'd love to join you in your adventure." Pouring a small glass of tea, I sipped it dry and then climbed in the sleeping bag that she had saved for me. With my flowered shirt and all, I unzip the bag and slide my feet in.

The feel of something hard and cold met my feet as I pushed them into their resting place. With my hand, I reached down into the bottom of the sleeping bag and pull out a framed picture of them and their mother. Everyone smiling and so happy, I remembered the smile that I used to get when I came home from work. Welcomed with that beautiful smile and a kiss, their mother was such a good hearted person. What did I ever do to mess it up?

Leaning the picture against the tent wall, I secretly told Sandra that I never stopped loving her. I hoped that she understood that I only wanted to be the man that she deserved and that I could have never lived up to those expectations. Kissing the picture good night, I rolled over. Looking at the girls, I smiled. This is what I have been missing.

Erin, rolling over to face me and smiles Without saying a word, reaches over and puts her soft little hand on my face.


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"So? How did it go?" Rick leaned up against the kitchen cabinet with his one foot crossed over the other as he sipped his morning coffee. "I didn't hear you come in last night." Raising his eyebrows a couple of times, suggesting the happy ending that all men dream of, he waited for the juicy erotic details that never happened.

"Rick, you will never know all the things we did. Gentlemen never kiss and tell." I patted his shoulder as I walked out of the kitchen.

"So, you didn't get any, huh?" He followed me into the living room. "It's cool, man. She's a good girl and you are a good guy. It's nice to see you smile." He kept following me around the house just waiting for me to talk.

"Rick, it was amazing!" I couldn't hold my tongue any longer. "We walked through the park! We had a good dinner! Everything went perfect!"

"It was the shirt, wasn't it." He sipped some more coffee. "I'm telling you, that shirt may be horribly gay, but for some reason it is a chic magnet!"

Looking at him blankly, "I don't think it had anything to do with the shirt. I think she genuinely likes me. The way she looked at me! It was like she wanted to know me. It was deep, bro." Shaking my head during the recollection of the previous night with Angela, I felt something that I haven't felt in years. I felt accepted. I felt desired. "God, I hope that she doesn't realize how big of a loser I am."

"Don't talk like that! You are a good guy and any woman would be lucky to have a guy like you." He sipped his coffee and placed a hand on my shoulder. Looking at me, he smiles and it puts a small smile on my face. Knowing that I had such a good friend and maybe a future girlfriend, i felt blessed. I felt like for once this is where I'm supposed to be.


Chapter 12

"Hey, Abe, I got a question for you?" She peeked her cute little head over the top of the cubicle wall. The sight of her squirrely smile made me bury my face in my hands.

"What do you want?" I barked at her. I swore to myself that if this had anything to do with coffee, I was going to bury her in cubicle walls and desk parts. If that was going to be the case, that stupid yellow smiley face mug was fucked!

"I know you and Rick are staying together. Do you know if he is, you know, seeing anyone? Oh, let me get you some coffee!" She walked around the wall and into my office and reached over me to grab my cup. Wearing a short black leather skirt and a white button up collared shirt, reminded me of the school girl look. I could smell her perfume as she stretched her sexy little body across me. As uncomfortable as it made me seem, her smell was insanely intoxicating.

As she turned the corner heading out of my cubicle, her short muscular legs were wrapped in knee high black leather boots that I couldn't help but dream about being the only thing on her little body.

What am I thinking!!! I can't think like that!!! I had lost 30 pounds since I've started working there and I was feeling pretty good. I now had a full-fledged girlfriend, I had a place to stay, my daughters were doing really well in school, and everyone seemed happy. My luck had seemed to change. I need to get these thoughts out of my head!

Returning with my cup of coffee she gently set the cup on my desk using both hands. As she bent over, my eyes couldn't help but venture to her lovely breasts that were clearly visible through the neck opening of her shirt. She was wearing a black bra and she had 2 freckles on her right breast, just above the lace border on the top of her bra. Her blonde streaked hair softly fell over her face as she bent over.

Looking away from her, I quickly told her "Thank you" and then grabbed the cup while she stood there with her hands behind her back, as if she was waiting for some sort of conversation.

"Well?" She smiled and tilted her head slightly to one side.

"Umm, no. He isn't seeing anyone as far as I know. Don't take my word for it though, I don't keep tabs on him." Looking up at her as I sipped my coffee, she still stood there. "Is there something else I can help you with?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact..." She shyly looked toward the ground and said that she had been wrong for messing with me for the past months. Shocked by the apology, I told her that there was no reason to apologize. "Well, I want to. I feel bad. You have been the sweetest guy and I just don't feel right." I sat there and looked at her as she extended her arms, suggesting that a hug was necessary.

"I don't really think that is necessary." I told her as I set my cup on the desk.

"Oh..." Leaning over to hug me in my chair, my face was nestled between her breasts and her soft warm chest felt and smelled so amazing. Standing back up, she leaned back and with one hand pushed her hair across her forehead. "You are so sweet. If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know."

"You know," I just looked at her blankly, "You don't have to get close to me to get to Rick."
"Fuck, Rick. I was asking because someone else was wanting to know, not me. I have my eyes set on someone else."

"Really?" I asked her as she glided her sexy hips around the wall and into her cubicle. I stood up as she walked away and couldn't help but wonder what her angle was. She grabbed her headset and faced her computer to answer the phone line that was ringing. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled so big that her eyes closed and showed her lovely teeth.

I slowly sat in my chair and waited for the punch line. Shaking my head in disbelief, I couldn't believe this. She was flirting with me? Really?


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"Wow! Really? So is she hot?" Angela looked at