Naughty Flings: Twelve Naughty Little Romps

by Alexa Silver

  Amanda hadn’t allowed herself to think of Nick Collins in any intimate way when they were in school. He was three years younger than she was, which meant he was in middle school during most of her high school years. She saw him only after practices and games. When they were younger, she’d seen him as a kid that she might have to babysit, almost, sort of.

  But then came her senior year. Nick had been in the ninth grade and there was absolutely no way she could’ve ever lived down her friends finding out that she thought a freshman boy was cute. That was so not going to happen. So even though she interacted with him at the truck, she could play that off as business. At school, she ignored him, and she got the feeling he understood what she was doing even though they never discussed it.

  By college though, it wasn’t that unusual for a senior in college to find a freshman in college attractive, so the three years difference between them didn’t mean quite as much. But by then, she had the job in Atlanta and her parents had moved to Birmingham.

  So now, all those thoughts she didn’t think she’d been having about Nick came roaring to the forefront of her mind, and there was no stuffing them away at this point.

  Thoughts like noticing how muscular his arms had been getting as he’d gotten older, all the baseball he’d been playing doing a nice job of shaping them. Those same arms now peeked out from beneath a fitted t-shirt, the short sleeves wrapping around his well-defined biceps and triceps. Even his forearms showed how strong he was, and she wondered if he still played baseball.

  Before she could ask, he moved slightly, and the motion had the muscles flexing in such a way, her mind tried filling in the blanks of what he’d look like without his shirt on. Hmmm. She should ask him to take it off so she could get a complete picture. Compare reality to what her mind had come up with. It was all part of the scientific method—observation, comparison—something like that.

  “Are you going to get me the ice cream sandwich, or are you going to stand there a while longer, eating me up with your eyes? Because I didn’t realize I was on your goodies menu.”

  Amanda didn’t think her cheeks could burn any more than they already were, but with that statement, she was proved wrong. Since he was the one who’d made it a point to walk over here, she was fairly certain he’d been checking her out, too, when she wasn’t looking. “Did you really just call me out for ogling you?”

  “I guess I did.”

  “Well, then maybe I was mistaken and I don’t have one more Neapolitan ice cream sandwich.” She folded her arms across her chest, but realized too late that all that did was bring more focus to her own assets. Nick’s eyes dropped immediately and lingered before making his way back up to her face. “Hello? What was that?”

  “Me ogling you. I figure that way we’re even and I can get my ice cream sandwich.”

  “But, but…,” she stuttered, unable to think of anything to say. Somehow the counter-move worked, she just wasn’t sure how. “Fine. I ogled you and you’ve ogled me. I’ll get your ice cream sandwich.”

  “Thank you.” He gave her a smile that was even more powerful than the ones she remembered from long ago. And this Nick Collins was way more self-assured or something than the guy she’d sort of talked with every time they saw each other through the window. She’d liked the old Nick and had been attracted to him. This Nick intrigued her and somehow, she liked that just as much, if not more.

  She returned with his ice cream and he handed her his money. He leaned in again, looking like he was going to say something else, but another group of kids headed her way, and Nick unobtrusively backed away from the truck, moving over to another much closer lamp post. He opened his sandwich just as the kids arrived, talking over each other while they all tried telling everyone else what they should order.

  When the group left, Nick reappeared at the side of her window. He popped the last bit of ice cream into his mouth, then looked at her as if he were considering something.

  She raised her eyebrow at him. “What?”

  Pulling out his phone, he checked the time and asked, “How long will you be here?”

  She could see the time on his phone and was surprised that she’d been there for longer than she thought. Time was flying by. “I should probably get going soon if I want to do a drive by the ball fields, then take a spin through some of the neighborhoods, just to advertise that I’m up and running, and get parents primed for giving their kids money for ice cream. It’ll probably be an early evening for me. Although maybe not, with the way interest has been steady here this afternoon.”

  With head dipped down slightly and eyes focused on the sandwich board, Nick softly asked, “Would you like some company?”

  Ah, there was the shy Nick she knew from long ago days. Well, almost. He wasn’t completely hiding, but his mannerisms were a bit more subdued now. The question sounded as if he were waiting for a rejection from her.

  Chapter 4

  Nick held his breath, waiting for Amanda’s response. He’d done it. He’d finally asked his teen crush if he could spend more time with her. But she wasn’t answering. Why wasn’t she answering? She was studying him; he could feel her eyes on him. But what was she hoping to find out? He refused to go down the road of speculating why he might not be good enough for her. That was a mental game he’d played too often with himself in the past, and he always lost. Kinda sad, really.

  He looked up at her and she gave him a soft smile. “I’d love some company. But don’t you have to work?”

  All of the air rushed out of him at once and he tried hard not to suck it all back in. Letting her know just how much he was drowning while waiting for her to throw him a life raft wasn’t the impression he wanted to make.

  “Yeah, I do. I also need to take these espresso pods that I picked up for my boss back to her. I’ve already been gone long enough that she might have chopped someone’s head off by the time I get back.”

  Amanda’s forehead creased and she looked at him with concern. “Your boss sounds like an ogre. Where do you work?”

  “Halston’s Garage, and no, she’s not an ogre. But when she wants her special flavor of espresso and there are no more pods left, she tends to get quite angry when she’s certain she wasn’t the one who used the last one.” Nick had to shake his head again about that whole situation.

  “Halston’s Garage? You said ‘she’. Who’s your boss?”

  “Dani Halston. She took over the business and is running things pretty smoothly.”

  “Except when she doesn’t get her espresso.”

  He exaggerated his nod. “Exactly.”

  “Why don’t you take her back an ice cream treat as well? Sweets usually help almost as much as caffeine does in soothing the beast.”

  “Excellent idea. But back to keeping you company while you drive around.”

  She went to one of the freezers on the far side. “Yes? You said you had to work.”

  “I do, but I also don’t have to work all night. There is such a thing as quittin’ time.”

  She brought out a waffle cone with vanilla ice cream dipped in chocolate.

  “That looks delicious.”

  “It is. But you’re too busy being a member of the I only eat Neapolitan ice cream sandwiches club to try anything more.”

  “D’oh! Is my nose bleeding from that hit? Because it feels like it was a bloody one.”

  Amanda let out a genuine laugh that had her bending over. Today was turning out to be one of the best days Nick’d had in a long time. Watching her laugh was better than ice cream.

  “I’m gonna take this ice cream cone to my boss. Where can I find you when I get off work?”

  She was still giggling as she tried to get out, “Meet me back here. I’ll grab a quick dinner, then we can make the neighborhood rounds.”

  “I’ll be back soon,” Nick called out before turning his back on her, and headed back to work. Man, her face lit up with joy when she laughed. That was a beautiful sight to see.

  He kept
that image in the forefront of his mind as he made his way back to the garage in just a few minutes.

  Entering through one of the open bay doors, he saw Dani first thing and called to her over the noisy chaos. Nice to hear things were somewhat back to normal. “Hey, boss!”

  She looked up from the computer. “Where have you been? I thought you had an errand to run, not a marathon.”

  “I come bearing gifts for the boss lady.” Nick handed her the ice cream cone and the box of pods.

  “Oh my god. Thank you. First, for the espresso pods. You might have just saved someone’s neck around here,” she said loudly, while letting her gaze travel around the garage, glaring at anyone who dared look in her direction.

  Nick wanted to laugh so hard. He didn’t, but just barely. All he needed to do was make a bet with himself as to how long it would take for someone to leave him an anonymous thank you note in his locker.

  “And then,” Dani continued, “oh my god. I haven’t had one of these in years. Where did you find this?”

  “We have a Kool Treats ice cream truck running a route in town again.”

  “Seriously? Is it Mr. Lowell? Because he and my dad used to shoot the breeze together on days when business was slow for both of them.”

  “Actually, it’s his daughter. She’s back and driving the truck. She was parked at the square to let people know she was open for business, and she was getting a fairly decent stream of kids buying stuff.”

  Dani pulled her phone out. “What was it? Mary? Mandy?”

  “Amanda. At least that’s how I knew her back then.”

  Dani nodded as she scrolled through her phone. “I’m going to head over there tomorrow—wait, will she be back tomorrow?”

  “I think that’s what I understood her to say. But that’s the other thing I wanted to ask you. I was wondering if I could take off a bit early to ride with her in the truck as she does the neighborhoods route.”

  “Dude. She’s doing the route herself?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Huh. That’s cool.” She looked back down at her phone. “I’ll go over to the square tomorrow and talk to her about truck maintenance and stuff like that. Oh, and that’s what took you so long, right? You were talking with her?”

  He nodded.

  “And now you want to take the rest of the afternoon off?” She didn’t wait for him to answer, because she already knew he wanted to. In a louder voice she said, “We’re not too busy now and since you’ve come to the rescue of everyone here, you can take the rest of the day off.” In a lower voice she finished, “Just get going. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon…and evening.”

  Nick headed to the staff break room and grabbed the couple items he needed out of his locker. He couldn’t believe how easy that had been. So was it the chocolate? Or was it the pods? The question may never be answered, but he was glad he had both today.

  He headed out the back door and hoped Amanda hadn’t left yet to get her dinner. He wouldn’t mind at all getting the chance to eat with her. She wouldn’t be focused so much on work and they could talk some more.

  He rounded the last corner before the entire square came into view and immediately looked to where the truck had been parked earlier. The spot was empty. Looking around at the different benches proved fruitless as well. He couldn’t see Amanda anywhere.

  Dammit. What he needed to do was kick his own ass for not getting her cell phone number.

  Chapter 5

  Amanda walked back to the main square after parking the truck in a lot that was open to the public after five each day. As she rounded the corner, the first person she saw was Nick, on a bench, but he didn’t look too happy. He sat with his legs out, crossed at the ankles, and arms folded across that muscular chest of his.

  Had something happened since she’d seen him just a little bit ago? Had his boss turned into the ogre he claimed she wasn’t? Did she get upset with him about the ice cream? No. It definitely wasn’t that one.

  She crossed the street and sat down beside him on the bench. “Hey, what happened?”

  He jerked as if she’d startled him, and when he turned to her, gave her a huge smile. “Hey, you’re here.”

  “Of course I’m here.”

  “I just thought—”

  “Yeah, no. Stop thinking like that. Hand me your phone.” He gave her a questioning look, but pulled it out from his front pocket, handing it to her. She found the contacts app and added both her cell number and email address. She handed him back his phone and then gave him hers. “Now it’s your turn. Put your number and your email address in there.”

  He tapped on the screen, his big thumbs somehow being able to work it. Her phone looked so puny in his hands. She really didn’t see how he wasn’t making a zillion mistakes trying to type his info in. Or maybe he was and he just wasn’t vocalizing that fact. Amanda usually cussed at her phone a few times a day. She tried to keep most of the cussing to herself, letting it fly in her head so no one would think to send her to the funny farm because she was nuts.

  “I like a woman who knows how to take charge.” Nick was giving her a look out of the corner of his eye, and she wasn’t touching that confession with a ten foot pole. At least not now. Maybe later if things progressed…

  “That’s good, since your boss is a woman.”

  He gave her what she considered a secret smile. She figured it was his way of letting her know he was allowing her to get away with the small change in subject from what he meant. Whew.

  Nick handed her back her phone. “You ready to find some chow?”

  “Yes. I’m actually quite hungry, even though it’s still kinda early. I couldn’t eat much today because I was so nervous about how I’d be received.”

  “There’s a sandwich shop over there.” He pointed across the square. “You stand in line to place your order and they make it for you at the counter. Fairly fast, and then easy to eat.”

  “Lead the way.”

  He stood and held out his hand toward her. When she took it, electricity flowed from his touch to every part of her body. She’d known this connection between them existed way back when, but she’d refused to allow herself to pursue it. Image was everything for her in high school.

  “I’m sorry I ignored you in high school.” She hadn’t planned to apologize, but it was out, and a huge weight she hadn’t realized she’d been carrying, lifted from her shoulders.

  He stopped and pulled her around to face him. “Hey, I understood. I wouldn’t have been able to talk to you in school anyway. It was okay.”

  “But—”

  “No buts.” He reached his free hand up and ran it along her cheek, ending the motion by tucking behind her ear some of the wispy strands of her hair that had escaped the braid.

  She easily read the sincerity in his face and eyes. “Okay.”

  He still held her hand as they continued on to the restaurant. The calluses on his hands and fingers were rough against her skin, not just on her hands, but they’d scraped her cheek as well. Her imagination kicked into overdrive filling in ideas of what else he could do to her with his hands.

  His thumb and fingers would be rough against the skin of her belly. Her breasts. Nipples. Her inner thighs. Her clit.

  Arousal washed over her, and she could tell her nipples were beaded and poking through her bra, easily seen by anyone who ventured a look. Her sex was already swollen and ready for him and she hadn’t even seen him naked yet. Heck, he hadn’t even gotten her naked yet.

  She swayed her hips more, pushing the seam of her denim crop pants harder against her clit. But that wasn’t really working. She needed something to relieve the pressure and she needed it rougher than the current action she was getting. All it was doing was firing off her arousal even more and leaving her with no relief in sight.

  And they hadn’t even eaten supper yet. She still had a drive through many of the town’s neighborhoods with him to go.

  Amanda snuck a quick peek at his face to see if he wa
s suffering with arousal as much as she was, but he had a serene, yet determined look on his face, so that probably meant she wasn’t affecting him as much as he was affecting her. Which totally sucked. She so did not want to be alone with the suffering.

  They made it to the restaurant, and it turned out customers could sit in one of the booths while their order was made. Nick led her to one after they’d ordered and had her slide in. He slid in after her. Not across from her. Beside her. A much more intimate position.

  “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl in the school. I was thinking about the homecoming game earlier, and I always wondered how people could be so blind as to not have voted you as queen.”

  Amanda melted. She was now a huge puddle of goo. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you, I guess.” She weighed more now, so if Nick was thinking—

  “You’re still beautiful. And I’d still vote you as queen today.” His eyes burned with an intensity that stoked not only the internal fire burning inside her, but the emotions behind the fire.

  “Thank you.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say, and she hoped he could read her sincerity.

  He leaned toward her, making it seem like he was looking out the window beside them, laid his hand on her knee, and put his lips to her ear.

  “I don’t think my compliments are the only thing creating your flushed cheeks. I think you need some relief, so I’m going to slide my hand from your knee, up your leg to your pussy to see if we can’t do something about that before our order is ready.”

  Oh, god. She was going to die of embarrassment. She’d be happy when she died, but still. Death was most definitely imminent.

  Nick did exactly as he said he would. He ran his hand up her leg until his fingers came in contact with the spot directly over her clit and pussy lips.

  “I can feel your damp heat through the denim, Manda,” he whispered in her ear. “What would happen if I pressed right here?” He worked his hand against her sex, and her hips jerked as he moved the seam and subsequent pressure around.