The Sensual Revolution by Kayler Holmes Read Free Book Online Page B

seemed to know but everyone assumed that she had just accidentally got into the line of fire and was popped by accident.
    The last name on the list was the one that made me actually throw up though. The Big Man had been gunned down trying to flee the cops while shooting at them with his pistol. He was shot no less than seven times and died instantly. It took me ages to stop vomiting. We drove around a little for a while, trying to find anyone who knew what had gone down, but most people were more intent on getting away from the area and to safety before the cops decided they wanted to talk to them too. I started to drive Lauren home but suddenly she burst into tears. She was trembling and couldn’t seem to stop crying and I figured that it was the shock making itself known. I couldn’t have taken her back to her parents like that so instead I took her to my apartment with the intention of filling her up with sweet tea, or maybe brandy and then taking her home when she was okay again. The best laid plans of mice and men and all that, although laid was a pretty significant word as it turned out.
    When she had settled down I started making moves towards taking her home but she really didn’t want to leave then. It is often said that situations like the bust of the Big Man and his crew give you a need to have sex. It’s a basic animalistic instinct, a primitive need to ensure that your genes are passed on, regardless of the consequences. Finding that someone you know had their life taken away from them, so quickly, so suddenly makes you realise how fragile your own life is. None the less I was still completely stunned when she suddenly took her sweater off. At first when she stood up and started removing it I just figured she was hot and needed to cool down. No top underneath and no bra on either. I think my eyes came out on stalks, I mean I hadn’t done anything to chase her or attract her, hadn’t needed to use any lines, buy her a drink, or give her a trinket or anything. It was a new experience for me, because it seemed as if she just wanted me. Not the playboy, the sassy, cocky love ‘em and leave ‘em guy but me. I mean I had always treated her like a little sister, never used any tactics on her because I figured she was too good for me and just laugh in my face. I mean don’t get me wrong, sure I bought her drinks, sometimes food and once a really nice jacket, but that was just because she needed it and I never did shake off my need to protect her.
    So there we were, I was sat on my sofa fully dressed and she was stood in front of me, arms to her sides and her perky little tits poking right out towards me. I was totally floored, but despite my protective instincts I was now also horny as hell. Still trying to be the strong protective type and quash the caveman instincts I started to ask her what she was doing but she just put her finger to my lips and told me to shush. I still love that word today – shush – such a funny little word to be the only introduction to what was about to happen!
    I wonder if you can guess what happened, well maybe you can have a stab at it but most guys would be groaning and calling me a lucky sod at about this point! She pushed my legs open and then knelt between them, lifting my hands up to cup her tits. Oh they were perfect and I wondered I how I had never noticed them before. Mind you she wasn’t part of our crowd the previous summer and this one had been pretty dire so topless sunbathing or bikini wearing hadn’t really happened yet, but still. I kind of thought that she was pretty flat chested, I guess my urge to protect her had blinkered my eyes towards them because flat-chested was the last thing she was. Remember that old film Weird Science, where two geeky school boys try to create the perfect woman to be their girlfriend? In the program they created they had to put the dimensions of her tits in and I always remember them saying not to make them too huge because any more