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Mar. 11th, 2012 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdFrom "Change of Plan" in ADVENTURESSES
Alice doesn't always know what she does to me, I realized as I climbed back into the cab of my big purple Kenworth. She was sitting on the bunk, reading. She read a lot these days, anything she could get her hands on. She'd left school after seventh grade and always felt like she had missed something.
I wasn't missing anything. Not with her along.
It was the way she was sitting that got me. Her bare feet were tucked up under her, the soles visible and vulnerable, little coppery toes peering out, the silver nail polish shining and just starting to chip. Her shirt was rucked up, her skirt low on her hips. The small of her back invited my tongue. I shuddered at the sight of a dimple above one hip.
Her arms covered her breasts and her face was buried in the reading, but oh God, just her back was making me crazy. I wanted to lick it, to see if she was as sweet as she looked or if she'd sweated a little since her shower, just enough to give some salt kick to her soft skin.
When she looked up and smiled at me, I melted.
“Nice shower, sweetheart?” she asked.
I smiled and shook my head in a dazed sort of way. She did that to me every time, making my head go swimmy and my heart thud like some stupid love song. “Yeah, but now I want to get all sweaty again.” I sat down on the bunk beside her and put my hands around her waist, getting my thumbs into those dimples I wanted to lick. She gave me an oddly cool peck and turned back to her magazine. “Whatcha reading?” I looked over her shoulder and saw it was real-estate listings.
“Might be a good time to buy. Yolanda, you said if fuel went over five dollars a gallon, you'd sell the truck.”
Alice doesn't always know what she does to me, I realized as I climbed back into the cab of my big purple Kenworth. She was sitting on the bunk, reading. She read a lot these days, anything she could get her hands on. She'd left school after seventh grade and always felt like she had missed something.
I wasn't missing anything. Not with her along.
It was the way she was sitting that got me. Her bare feet were tucked up under her, the soles visible and vulnerable, little coppery toes peering out, the silver nail polish shining and just starting to chip. Her shirt was rucked up, her skirt low on her hips. The small of her back invited my tongue. I shuddered at the sight of a dimple above one hip.
Her arms covered her breasts and her face was buried in the reading, but oh God, just her back was making me crazy. I wanted to lick it, to see if she was as sweet as she looked or if she'd sweated a little since her shower, just enough to give some salt kick to her soft skin.
When she looked up and smiled at me, I melted.
“Nice shower, sweetheart?” she asked.
I smiled and shook my head in a dazed sort of way. She did that to me every time, making my head go swimmy and my heart thud like some stupid love song. “Yeah, but now I want to get all sweaty again.” I sat down on the bunk beside her and put my hands around her waist, getting my thumbs into those dimples I wanted to lick. She gave me an oddly cool peck and turned back to her magazine. “Whatcha reading?” I looked over her shoulder and saw it was real-estate listings.
“Might be a good time to buy. Yolanda, you said if fuel went over five dollars a gallon, you'd sell the truck.”
