By: Sam Crescent

“Oh, okay then.”

They drove in silence for several minutes. “What about you? Any lovers, boyfriends, or husbands?”

“Not a chance. I’ve found boyfriends are a little … boring.”

“Really, boring?”

“Yeah. I’m not interested in doing the whole couples thing, going out with friends, cooking for his friends. I had one boyfriend who thought I was going to bake and cook for him and his pals while they went out and partied, and then came on to my place. I don’t think so. That’s not a relationship. I’m not after that.”

He was intrigued now. “What exactly are you after?” He chanced another glance over at her.

“A little excitement I guess. Something that gets me all worked up, but it doesn’t have to come with a guarantee, you know?”

He knew. However, he couldn’t talk to her more about it seeing as he pulled up to the street, and pointed at the restaurant. “There it is.”

“Wow, she does go for flashy, doesn’t she?” Autumn shook her head. “Sorry. My parents probably love it.”

“I’ll be seeing you, Autumn,” he said.

“You will.”

She climbed out of the car and gave him a final wave before walking up the street. He waited, and she turned, another wave, and entered the restaurant. When he was sure she wasn’t coming out again, he drove off, wondering when she’d realize that he didn’t have a number, and so no way to contact her.

Just another reason to get her back to his shop, where he could show her a little more excitement.

Chapter Two

“Where the hell were you?” Summer asked.

“My car broke down. I had to get it into a shop.”

“Whose shop?”

Autumn hung up her jacket and shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. Right, I’m ready.”

Summer sighed, looked her over, and did a few tweaks, tucking some of her hair back and straightening her shirt. “There, you’re presentable.”

On the outside maybe but on the inside Autumn was so shaken by the drive to the restaurant. Her pussy was soaking wet, and her nipples felt a little sore. She was so aroused that she wished she was alone, but as it was, she’d have to get through a couple of hours before she could take matters into her own hands.

“You’re a little flushed.”

“I’m fine, Summer.” She forced a smile. “Seriously, I’m fine.”

Entering the main restaurant she saw that most of the people present were Summer’s colleagues. There was a small table where her parents were sitting, and that was where Autumn went. “Mom. Dad. Happy Anniversary.”

“Sweetie, are you okay?” her mother asked.

“I’m good. I’m good. Bad car, and it just decided to go blah on me today. I’m fine though.” She kissed each of her parents, and took a seat. “This is nice.”

“A little too fancy if you ask me,” her father said.

“Bill, not tonight. Summer loves doing this, and I’m not going to say anything.”

“Mary, we don’t know half the people here.”

Autumn giggled and blew out a breath. Crisis was averted. She watched her sister as she moved around each table, flirting, chatting, and using their parents’ anniversary as just another reason to get more exposure with her colleagues, and for them not to forget her.

Her thoughts went to Carter, and how good he’d looked. The years had done him well, and his muscles, wow. There was some serious buffness coming from him.

She was being tugged, and she turned to see Summer grabbing her arm.

“What are you doing?”

“There’s someone I want you to meet. Come on.”

Ugh, she hated when her sister did this.

Autumn followed her sister toward a table that had a couple of men, and just looking at them, she was bored. They wore suits and were glancing down at their cell phones, clearly more interested in their work. This wasn’t the kind of excitement she was after, and she couldn’t wait until the night was over. Her sister clearly didn’t care that she was about to bore her death.

The one good thing with these men looking at their cell phones was she could concentrate on her fantasies that featured a very hunky man, a mechanic.

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