Throwing a curve

“That’s nice,” Jeremy smiled, his voice touched by a little amusement, “But your friend – Lizzy, you said? – was the one who threw the Frisbee.”

“Lizzy?” her blue eyes widened in surprise. “But – I missed the catch! Barely! I almost had it! So – so it’s my fault, not hers!”

“Almost?” his eyebrows rose. “I watched the two of you throw a couple of passes as I was walking Zack here and, well, you were missing quite a few of them.”

“That’s not fair,” she grumbled, lowering her voice and looking down at her sneakers. “I want to do it.”

“I’m sorry. What was that?” Jeremy said, working to hold back a grin since he had heard her. “I didn’t quite hear what you said.”

“I want to suck your cock,” the blonde said, raising her voice – a little and glancing about nervously. “I want it! Really, I do! It’s – it’s not fair that you blame Lizzy for the Frisbee hitting you. I mean – we were passing it back and forth together! I share some of the responsibility, don’t I?”

The twenty-year-old looked down – a little, she was a little shorter than him but not by much – into her pleading, round eyes, her red kissable lips pouty and slightly trembling. Damn, he thought. This woman could have any man she wanted the way she’s wrapping me around her finger. Got to snap out of it. I need to stay in control here.

“Jessica,” he began.

“Please, call me Jessi,” she breathed, stepping closer, their lips inches apart.

“Jessi,” Jeremy rasped, “You – you do have some responsibility for what happened –“

“Oh, thank you!” the blonde, her own voice turning husky as well.

“– But it wouldn’t be fair to your friend if you took all of it,” he finished, pressing his luck.

“Lizzie?” she stepped back, her eyes wide in surprise. “You want her – and me – to – to – together, the both of us?”

“I don’t think it would be right if you shouldered all the, uh, penance on yourself,” the college student said. “It can’t just be one of you. Either you do, er, it together or not at all.”

The blonde looked over her shoulder at her friend, still standing back from where she had thrown the Frisbee with her arms crossed and tapping her feet.

“I don’t know,” she returned her gaze to the young man. “Lizzy is a little more adventuresome than me, just not with – um –“ Jessica broke off, chewing her lip nervously.

“With men?” Jeremy finished. “Nothing wrong with that in my mind.”

“I still don’t know,” the blonde murmured.
“You could ask her,” he suggested. “What the worst she could say besides no? Just – don’t **** her, ‘kay?” The young man ignored the hypocrisy of his statement. “It has to be her choice.”

“Okay,” Jessica said, her shoulder slumping and voice resigned. “Will you wait while I ask her?”

“I wish I could,” the young man said wistfully, “But I need to get Zack home. I walk him for Miss Peterson – “The image of the naked thirty-year-old lawyer above him and fucking him wildly filled his mind, “One of my neighbors to earn a few extra bucks. She won’t be happy with me if he isn’t there when she gets home, even if it is only a half-day for her.”

Abruptly the young woman grabbed his phone back, flipping it open and pulling her own cell, newer and fancier than his, out of the holster clipped to her belt. After a minute or so, she returned his to him and her own back in place at her waist, his number programmed in hers now.

“I’ll call you either way,” she promised. “In case you change your mind, ‘kay? Please think about it just in case. I do want you.”

“Aye-aye, captain,” Jeremy smiled. Jessica beamed back and turned about, running back to her friend. Wondering how it would turn out – and excited at the prospect of two hot things going down on his gob at the same time – he continued on his way out of the park, Zack the beagle leading the way with a wagging tail.