Free On Fire by Tory Richards

Chapter 1
     
     
    When my best friend Shelly and I arrive home
from work each night we head straight to our own rooms. We’re lucky
in that we have our own private baths. I knew she was getting ready
for a hot date, and could tell she was in a hurry. She still had a
couple of hours before meeting her current boyfriend Chris, and
when she went out she dressed to the hilt, which took hours. Shelly
was always on the lookout for her next boyfriend, in case things
didn’t work out with the one she had.
    I shut my bedroom door and threw myself down
on the bed. Another lonely night at home, just me, Tootsie, and Mr.
Big. I really needed to think about replacing Mr. Big, he was more
than just broken in, he was broken up. I laughed, thinking about
the tape I had to use to keep the batteries from sliding out. Plus,
there was a good sized split in the cyber skin phallus that I
supposed made it a little unsanitary, not to mention painful when
it tugged at the occasional pubic hair. But it was the closest
thing to having a real cock inside me, and I could count on him
being there whenever I needed him.
    I was pathetic! My mind drifted to our
hot neighbor Dean. I must have imagined the blatant interest in his
eyes the other day while sun bathing out by the pool. Even now I
grew uncomfortably warm thinking about the way his eyes had branded
every inch of me. Knowing his gaze was on me I’d reached up to undo
the back of my bathing suit top, and then lifted up just enough so
he could see my large breasts, minus the nipples.
    If he’d truly been interested wouldn’t he
have made a move? The too quiet hunk hadn’t done anything more than
toss me a crooked smile and a wave. Jerk! He wouldn’t know a
good piece of ass if it was staring him in the face. I laughed,
realizing that if I was that good, I wouldn’t be alone now.
    Maybe he was just shy or something. Lord,
please don’t let him be some nerdy bookworm! Why would God waste
that dynamite body on a geek? Crap, why was I even worried about
it? Except that I was horny as hell and every time I saw him I just
wanted to jump his bones. I grabbed my pillow and closed my eyes.
I’m glad Shelly seemed to be having some luck with Chris, they’d
been going hot for a whole month, almost a milestone where Shelly
was concerned.
    I sighed, trying not to think about sexy Dean
with his muscular torso and his long legs encased in those faded
jeans, but it was too hard getting his handsome face, and smoking
hot body out of my mind…
     
    ****
     
    “Faith! Faith!”
    Gradually the pounding on my bedroom door
dragged me from the yummy dream I was having. “What?” I mumbled
into my pillow before turning onto my back and stretching against
the rumpled bedding.
    “I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving
now.”
    “Come on in.” I tried to keep my eyes open.
It wasn’t easy because I wanted to return to my feel good
dream.
    “You were sleeping?” Shelly asked with
disbelief as soon as she entered my room. “Why don’t you come with
us? You might meet someone there.”
    “No way, I’m too young to become the third
wheel. Besides, knowing the way you feel, you’ll be dragging Chris
back here early.” She laughed, but didn’t deny it. “And do me a
favor, don’t tell me if you happen to see Dean there.”
    She made a tisking sound. “Why don’t you just
make the first move for goodness sake? He’s only two doors down, or
are you afraid he’ll say no?”
    I shrugged, and sat up. “Maybe he has a
girlfriend that we don’t know about. He’s only been here a couple
of weeks.”
    “Well, it’s his loss,” Shelly said. “But you
won’t know until you try. How do I look?”
    “As breath-taking as usual.” She did. Shelly,
in my opinion, was model material.
    “Most likely Chris will be coming home with
me tonight.” Shelly winked. “Try to be quiet with Mr. Big.”
    A chuckle burst from me. “Bitch!” I knew that
was impossible, the whole building had to know when I was