Page 29 of Second Chance to Score

“Yeah?”

“You know you’re naked from the waist down, right?”

He stepped back and looked at me ruefully. “Oops.”

“You look like that cartoon duck.”

“What cartoon duck?”

“You know, the one who hung out with the mouse. Although the mouse wore pants at least.” I paused, thinking back to the cartoons we all used to watch as kids. “Although oddly enough, he didn’t have a shirt.”

“He wore shoes though. It was like all those cartoon dudes only had half an outfit to wear.”

We both burst out laughing.

“You want to come over tonight?” I asked.

“To watch cartoons?”

“Sure, but we’ll have to decide which one of us gets to wear pants.”

“Neither of us wears pants at our houses. It’s a new rule.”

Robbie

I knocked on Violet’s door, a bouquet of daisies in my hand. She opened the door wearing a thick terrycloth bathrobe and Cougars knee socks. She looked adorable.

“Did you just get out of the shower?” I asked as I walked in, closing the door behind me.

“Not exactly.”

With a sultry smile she tugged at the belt of the bathrobe, revealing a lacy black negligee that made me catch my breath. The peek-a-boo fabric hugged her gorgeous tits and narrow waist before flaring out over her hips and ending at the top of her thigh.

I damn near swallowed my tongue.

“Do you like it?” she teased.

Dropping the flowers, I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder.

“Robbie!” She smacked my ass as I strode towards the staircase leading to the second floor. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

I ignored her, racing up the stairs with Violet bouncing on my shoulder. “I don’t need my shoulder to kick,” I reminded her.

As soon as we reached her bedroom, I tossed her on the bed and ripped off my clothes. She pushed up onto her elbows, watching me with a hungry look on her face.

I took a flying leap, landing next to her on the bed. I propped my head on my hand and ran my hand down the fabric of her negligee.

“This. Is. Hot as fuck.”

Violet giggled, the sound warming my very soul.

“I want to rip it off you with my teeth.”

She sat up and smacked me on the chest. “No way, this cost a fortune.”

She wiggled out of the negligee, tossing it on the nightstand, then returned to my side. I lowered myself over her, kissing her deeply. She tasted faintly of mint, like she’d just brushed her teeth. When I pulled back, we were both breathing heavily.

“I can’t decide if I want to kiss every inch of your body or fuck you so hard you black out.”