Free Society Girls: Sierra by Crystal Perkins

leggings, she’s got tennis shoes on
her feet, and her hair in a ponytail. I can tell they just came
from working out, and damn, I want to lick the sweat from her
neck.
    “Joel!” she exclaims when she sees me.
    “Olá, Gatinha.Como vai?”
    “Oh hell, my ovaries just exploded,” the
polished looking blonde next to her says, fanning herself. I can’t
remember her name even though we met at the club that night I
danced with Sierra. There was a time when I would’ve totally taken
advantage of my accent, as well as my native language, but now it
just makes me think of one girl.
    “Calm down, Rhieve. He just asked her how
she was. And called her ‘Kitten’. In that barely-there accent of
his…okay, I get the ovary explosion,” the beautiful Middle Eastern
girl says. Neveah. That’s her name. I do a mental fist pump. I can
do this. I can remember their names.
    “I’m right here, you know,” I tell them with
a laugh.
    “Oh, we know, ball boy,” Jenysis tells
me.
    “Excuse my friends. What are you doing
here?” she asks. I raise an eyebrow at her, and smile when she
practically growls at me before asking again. “O que faz aqui?”
    “He really is teaching her Portuguese,”
Matisse says.
    “I thought you were all headed to the
cafeteria for smoothies,” Sierra tells them.
    “We thought you were coming with us,” Rose
tells her with a smirk.
    “I…I mean…Joel.”
    “Go with your friends. I’ll see you
later.”
    “You’re sure?”
    “Claro.”
    “Okay. I should be home around six if you
want to come over then.”
    “Sure. Oh, and don’t forget that it’s your
turn to cook tonight.”
    “Merda.”
    “I’ll pick up pizza on the way over.”
    “Muito obrigado. Muito,” she tells me,
leaning up to kiss my cheek before leaving with her friends.
    That’s not the correct way to use that word,
but right now I don’t care. My girl is so fucking adorable, and
also so damn sexy. I can’t wait to see her tonight. All of her.

Chapter 8
    Sierra
     
    Joel’s down in the batting cage, while I’m
studying in my apartment. I’m doing well with the Portuguese, and
my other languages, but I need to work on some things for my
Science class with Audrey tomorrow. I did okay with the subject in
high school, but the stuff we’re studying is kicking my butt a
little. I know I’ll get it, but I definitely can’t skate by like I
do with my Fashion and Technology lessons.
    After about two hours, I’m starting to get a
crick in my neck, and the formulas are all merging together on the
pages. I stretch and yawn before putting everything away. I know
Miles could be down there for hours if I don’t interrupt him. He’s
been doing that every night this week, working in the batting cage,
and then coming upstairs to wake me up for some lovemaking before
we both fall asleep. That’s all I’ve been getting from him, just
middle of the night sex. No dinners, no hanging out, not even a
kiss in the morning when I leave for work because he’s still passed
out. He’s focused on baseball, and only baseball, and it’s starting
to get to me. Tonight I want something different, something for me,
so I’m going to make that happen.
    I put on a loose dress that has a deep
V-neck, and looks like lights are flashing over it behind the white
circle overlay. It’s not terribly sexy, but since I have to walk
through the lobby, I need to be covered up. The security guys have
probably seen everything there is to see in their time here, but I
still don’t want to give them a show.
    I wave as I pass them, and grab a helmet
when I walk into the game room. I trust Joel’s skills for what I
want to do, but I know he’ll be more relaxed if he knows I’m
protected. I’m happy to see that he’s got the balls on medium speed
as I slip into the cage with him.
    “Sierra, what are you doing?”
    “I want to play, too.”
    “You want to bat?”
    “Something like that. You just concentrate
on hitting those balls while I play with