morning and I had to report for the Army Reserves' required physical at nine fucking a.m. I had to take Tyler's car since mine was still at Shooter's. If it wasn't for that damn meeting I would've spent the entire day in bed with Lauren. That girl had blown my mind. Fucking her was even better than I had imagined, and now I knew exactly why she was a stripper. Her body was amazing - full heavy breasts, curvy tight ass, legs a mile long, looking like a sweet, shy, but damn eager virgin. She was every man's fantasy come to life, and I couldn't get enough of her.
Usually I only had no strings attached hook-ups. I showed out most women before breakfast, and told them not to expect a phone call from me. But with Lauren, fuck if I didn't want to see her again, hell every night if she'd let me.
Of all the damn times in my life to meet her…I had less than two fucking weeks before I had to leave for basic training. I really hoped I could spend some of that time with Lauren, and maybe we could even pick things back up when I got home, weeks from now. Yeah right, a girl as hot as her would move right along. Hell, she probably wouldn't remember my name after ten weeks.
Lauren had given me her number before I left her in my bed this morning, so late in the afternoon I pulled out my phone and hit send before I could talk myself out of it.
"Hey, this is Lauren. Sorry I missed your call, but leave a message and I'll call you back."
Shit, I got her voicemail. I had no idea what I would even say, but then there was a beep and I was out of time.
"Hi sweetheart, it's Caleb. I've been thinking about you, and hope I can see you again tonight. Maybe go to dinner or something. Let me know. See ya."
God I sounded like a loser, but half an hour later my phone rang with a call back from Lauren. Thank fucking God.
"Hey Lauren."
"Hey Caleb! I got your message, and I'd really like to see you tonight."
"Awesome. So, since you don't get many weekends off, what would you like to do?"
"Um, maybe have dinner and then head back to your place with a box of condoms?"
"I swear, you are too good to be true, Lauren. That is the best plan ever. How soon can you be ready?"
"Give me half an hour."
"Hell yes. Where can I take you to dinner?"
"How about Buffalo Wild Wings?"
I laughed. "B-Dubs? Not that I'm complaining, but of all the places in this town that's your pick?"
"Sure, why not? I love that place. Where else can you drink beer, watch every game being shown on TV, eat hot wings and play poker all at the same time?"
"Hell, I feel the same way, but most chicks want fancy dinners by candlelight or some shit. You are every guy's dream girl, you know that?"
"Whatever," she said blowing off the compliment. "It just doesn't take much to make me happy, and I feel completely out of place anywhere that uses cloth napkins."
"And I really like that about you, too. So, meet me in half an hour? I'll be driving my black Mustang."
"Okay, and I'll be driving a silver Altima. It's not mine, just a temporary rental."
"Yours in the shop?" I asked.
"Ah, no, in the junkyard. It was totaled in a car wreck."
"When did you have a wreck?"
"Yesterday morning."
" Yesterday ?" I exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell me? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just a little sore this morning, but that could be your fault. Not that I mind if you're a little rough."
"I really hope I didn't hurt you Lauren. I can't believe you didn't say anything." Although, I did remember her saying something about having a shitty day.
"It's no big deal. An idiot ran a red light and hit me. I was more pissed about missing class."
"Well, I'll be much gentler with you tonight."
"What if I don't want you to be gentle?"
I groaned. "You're killing me, you know that? It'll be a miracle if I can get through dinner without screwing you on the table."
"That would be dinner and a show for everyone there. I'm not opposed to sex in public, but that may get us arrested. Any other ideas?"
My cock was hard