The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 35 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 35

... friendly voice over Discord, but what if she was old enough to be Donald's mom in real life?You can't fall for any gamer you've never met. Period, end of story.

Mrs. Winston lifted Donald's chin, smiling warmly. "There's a girl out there for you, honey. Theperfect girl. You just need to go out and find her."

He pulled his smartphone from his jeans pocket and glanced at its lock screen image for perhaps the thousandth time today.Or maybe the thousandth time in the past hour alone. It was a photograph of him and Lindsay Anastacio - a selfie - taken the evening prior to that fateful Thanksgiving Day nine months ago.The only visual reminder I have of us together. In it, they were cheek-to-cheek, smiling, and seemingly a young couple in love. "I already have found her, Mrs. Winston. I already have. ..."

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This chick had to start wearing a bra. It was the only solution.

As Kenzie stretched to reach for a plate in the cupboard, her short t-shirt slipped away from the black cotton shorts that hung loosely around her hips and ass, and Jim found himself leaning slightly to the side atop the kitchen stool. No way that shirt was going above her breasts - the shape of which he had permanently imprinted on his palms - no matter how high she reached, but hot damn, just the mere thought almost knocked him to his ass on the floor beside the breakfast bar.

That would have been difficult to explain off.

"Smells delicious in here," Jim said, trying to distract ...

... himself from the pronounced, rigid nipples that were poking against the pink wordsThat's a horrible idea. What time? on the front of her shirt.

But if a girl wore something that outlandish, she had to expect people to look, right?

Kenzie glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "Thanks."

"You cooked?"

"Chicken teriyaki, made strictly for you. Not me," Kenzie said as she turned to lay a piece of chocolate pie onto the plate. "And s'mores pie."

She set it in front of him, but before he could reach for it, she picked up a blowtorch. Granted, it was a kitchen-sized blowtorch, but a blowtorch all the same. Kenzie lit the end and touched it to the marshmallows on top, toasting them within seconds. Then she set a fork on its edge and pushed the plate toward Jim.

Unable to resist, he laughed and held both hands out. "Wow. Even dessert has a little something extra with you."

Kenzie shrugged. "I'm big on toppings."

Jim picked up the fork and tried to ignore the way his body stirred. After what he'd experienced in Kenzie's bedroom this afternoon, he wasn't sure there was anything she could do thatwouldn't stir his body. Or his emotions.

"Toppings?"

"Oh, yeah."

Then she attempted, again, to induce him into cardiac arrest by leaning onto her elbows directly across the bar from where he was sitting. The neckline of her shirt gaped, and smooth, bronzed skin drew his eyes. A breast and nipple he spent so much time worshipping hours ago were right there. And Jim ...