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She’s in a short, yellow, flowy summer dress with brown leather strappy sandals, her short brown hair in a ponytail, and her black laptop bag over her shoulder.
She smiles at me, and my vision narrows in on the hem of her dress, swaying back and forth over her tan thighs as she walks through the garage and towards the back of the jeep.
She slips on a pair of shades as she steps up to me.
“Are you all set?” she asks, but I barely hear the words she’s saying when my eyes lock onto her pink glossy lips, begging me to dip down and taste them.
I look away quickly and clear my throat.
Kissing Brynn is out of the question, because once I start, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
I close the back of the jeep and move away from her, heading for the driver's side door.
Should I have helped her put her laptop bag in the jeep?
Sure, that would have been nice.
Could I have walked over and opened the door for her?
My dad would have expected me to do so.
But avoidance is still vital in this situation, and the longer I stay close enough to touch her, the higher the probability it is that I’ll do something stupid, like run my hands up the back of her thigh to see how short that dress really is.
She lifts her laptop bag and passes it through the open window of the jeep, setting the bag on the back seat. Then she walks up to the front passenger door and opens it.
I watch as she thinks through how to navigate getting herself into my lifted jeep.
It shouldn’t be cute watching Brynn’s five-foot-something put effort into climbing into my Jeep, but fuck me, it is.
“Grab the “oh-shit” strap up there,” I say, pointing to the nylon handle strap built into the roof of the jeep's frame. “ And then step up on the running boards.”
She follows my instructions quickly as if she’s worried that if she doesn’t hurry, I’ll back out of the garage and leave her here.
The second that her ass slides into the seat, she beams proudly over at me as if this is one of her greatest accomplishments.
“Got it!” she smiles.
“I see that. Nice work,” I say, trying to hold back a smirk that threatens to surface.
“I’ve never been in a lifted jeep before. And topless too? This is fun,” she says, reaching behind her to grab the seatbelt.
The image of her more than topless in my bathroom the first night she stayed with me, flashes through my memory.
“It’s nothing special. Hopefully, the weather holds up, or else it won’t be much fun on the drive home in the rain.”
She stretches her seatbelt across her chest while the nylon nestles between her full breasts and then secures it into the clip at her hip.
I've never been envious of nylon before.
“I don’t know, as long as it’s not a hurricane, that could be fun. You're popping every single one of my jeep cherries in one day, aren’t you?” she snickers.
I whip a look over at her.
That comment caught me off guard.
The moment Brynn sees the look of surprise on my face at her last comment, her smile fades quickly, and her sunglass-covered face shifts forward.
