The doorbell rang.
My heart fluttered with excitement, which surprised the hell out of me. Was I actually excited about my sister's lame, hairy co-worker? And it wasn't just my heart, either, but an equally fluttery and delicious feeling happened between my legs.
That sensation, that insta-lust, must have been triggered when I saw his shape. Through the privacy-etched glass panels to the sides of the front door, I could make out his large frame. He was a tall one. Big.
The usually-quiet flesh within my panties began to throb, aching with desire.
I opened the front door, expecting his actual dorky appearance to blow out the candle flame of my desire, but seeing him had the exact opposite effect.
He was huge, well over six feet tall, which made him way bigger than my dad. I'm petite, and the people in my family are all small, and I tend to date skinny dudes who are really into art and listening to music, not going to the gym.
“Trevor MacIntyre,” he said, extending one big mitt of a hand toward me. “You're even cuter than Nikki said.”
“Nikki said I was cute?” I let him shake my hand in his nice, warm palm. His knuckles were covered in dark hair that ran up to his wrists and under his leather jacket.
“She didn't mention the blue hair,” he said, “but that's okay.” He had a beard, and he grinned, his thick lips revealing some manly chompers and a friendly smile. “I like surprises.”
My mother snuck up behind me and reached her arm around me to shake his hand as well. I could see by her body posture she was taken in by his charm. She asked him about where we were going (dinner and a movie) and how he got into real estate development (family business) and then told him, and I kid you not, “Naomi doesn't have a curfew. So you kids have fun.”
I stared at my mother, my mouth open in shock. Really? Really, Mom? Why don't you just write him a permission slip to have sex with me?
He told her we had a lovely home, and he admired the landscaping out front.
Scowling at her, I said, “Don't worry, Mom. I'll be home at a decent time. I wouldn't want to keep you and Dad up.”
She waved her hand at me, while eyeballing Trevor. “Don't be silly,” she said between giggles.
I hugged and kissed her goodbye, then stepped out and shut the door behind me.
Trevor gave me a big smile and said, jokingly, “Wow, your mother's really protective of you. What's your father like?”
“About the same, but less flirty.”
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