The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 35 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 35

... she deserved.Not a boozed-up monger with a foul mouth and dirty intentions. But instead of saying anything that may ruin the moment, he kissed her.

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Pushing a mop, Donald cursed under his breath as he heard the door swing open behind him.Why do customers think it's okay to show up two minutes before we close? Happens every night. Donald rubbed at the base of his neck and knew he had to put on a pleasant façade one more time before calling it quits.I just hope whoever this is doesn't track footprints everywhere. If so, he'd have to mop again.

"Hello and good evening. Welcome to The Fireside Country Store, but please watch your step as ..."

Once turning, Donald found a petite young lady at the entrance, wearing a cute pair of leggings and an oversized top. Her tousled mane bounced over her shoulders as she approached him, first slowly but then picking up speed, her arms extended for a hug. Donald stumbled backward in shock. The girl's cheeks were flushed, her eyes the most spellbinding shade of blue he'd ever witnessed, yet somehow achingly familiar at the same time.

Holy kamoly.

Donald's abdomen clenched with longing. She looked incredible, yet disoriented, and as her hand settled on his shoulder - the same hand he remembered all too well digging into his back when they made love that lone, magical night in November 2019 - he realized she also looked distraught.

Very distraught.

"Donnie!"

Lindsay Anastacio. The ghost from his past ...

... who had made sleep impossible. The tsunami that obliterated everything else in his world. The forbidden curse destined to remain forever trapped by his nostalgia. Donald's heart pumped at the memory of the first time he saw Lindsay, all the way back during Mrs. Napier's class in the first grade.

And even harder at memories of thelast time he saw her.

"I'm sorry for being such a trainwreck, but I ... I'm in town ... and couldreally use a friend."

He held her gaze as they glanced at each other sidelong, still embracing, and felt stuck somewhere between the schoolboy he once was, ogling her yearbook photographs, a jealous ex-boyfriend, a lust-filled man, and a gravely concerned husband.

"Lindsay? What are ...? What are you ...?" Donald gritted his teeth for control. "You're in Citronelle!" His face remained a plank of wood, his amazement evident by the way he held his breath. "Why are you here? What's wrong?" He took a step back and studied her. "Did someone hurt you? Is ... is everything okay?"

Tears sprang to Lindsay's eyes as she crossed her arms over her stomach. "I tried going home to make peace with my family, but it ... it didn't go as planned." She turned and glanced elsewhere, blinking away the moisture, and wondering where and how she'd gone wrong.

Maybe certain fences could never be mended.

Maybe Lindsay would always be public enemy number one in Citronelle, its most infamous and defiled citizen, and everything her religious parents hated.

"Oh, ...