Free Efrem by Mallory Hall Page A

around her with the other hand and pressed hard on her clit. He felt the waves of her release with his dick and both hands. Breathing hard, he dropped onto the bed next to her. He was still almost completely dressed. Lisa’s ass still stuck in the air. Slowly, she tilted and collapsed on her side next to him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close.
    He hoped tomorrow’s hearing worked out as well as he and Lisa did.
    Hell, he hoped he and Lisa worked out.

Chapter Seven
     
    “It’s time.”
    “Do I look all right?” she asked as they went out the front door.
    “If you looked any better we’d be going in the other direction.”
    Efrem followed her down the porch steps. Who knew? The pencil skirt—that’s what Lisa called it—showcased the firm globes of her ass and her perfectly shaped legs. He had to close his eyes a moment to lose the image of them splayed before him.
    “Do we have time—”
    “No,” she said , laughing. “We’ll be late.”
    “And the problem with that is…?” He opened the car door for her and shut it behind her.
    She was smiling when he got in and started the car. Just like I planned. Hopefully the rest of my plan goes half as well.
    “I’ve been late before,” he said.
    “Not to court.”
    “I’ve never been to court before.”
    Her deep sigh told him he was taking the wrong tack.
    “But I’ve courted before.”
    She looked over at him. He kept his eyes on the road.
    “Courted? Like, dated?”
    “Well, courted may be a dated word…”
    “Har-har.”
    “But its meaning is still the same today.”
    “Okay. Who did you court?”
    “Mary Sue Bennigan. Boy, was she hot.”
    He saw her make a face at him from the corner of his eye. “I saw that.”
    “You never courted anyone named Mary Sue. You probably don’t even know a Mary Sue.”
    “Do so. I met her in school and fell in love instantly.”
    “Hah! This from the man who says he’s never understood the fairer sex.”
    “I didn’t say I understood her, I said I courted her. We went out at least twice a week, sometimes just for a drive.” He glanced over at Lisa. “She let me hold her hand. And once, well…you have to admit I have a couple of pretty good moves.”
    He could practically see smoke coming from her ears. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her chin in the air.
    “She was my first.”
    Lisa flicked him a glance. “Someone had to be.” She went back to staring out the windshield.
    “Don’t you want to know more about Mary Sue?”
    “Not particularly.”
    “She was taller than me.”
    That got her attention.
    “You’re over six foot. What was she, an Amazon?”
    “Don’t be mean while you’re being jealous.”
    She swung around to face him. Face his side anyway. He stared straight ahead.
    “Jealous? Me? Hah! Fat chance.”
    “It’s okay, Lis. It’s kind of flattering.”
    “Go flatter yourself.”
    “Mary Sue and I got along pretty well until Miss Macomb came between us.”
    It took a few seconds, but she eventually asked.
    “Who is Miss Macomb?”
    “She was my third grade teacher.” He turned the car into the lot at the courthouse. “She separated me and Mary Sue because we were holding hands across the aisle.”
    Lisa play-smacked him on the arm. “I knew you were joking.”
    He gave her his most innocent look. “I wasn’t joking. It was the best three weeks of my life.”
    She laughed and got out before he could get around to her door. “You should wait for me to get your door.”
    She flapped one hand, then the other. “They don’t look broken to me.”
    It was his turn. “Har-har. I like to do things for you like open doors. I did things for Mary Sue, too.”
    They walked along the sidewalk toward the security checkpoint. “Like what?”
    “I let her have shotgun when my mom drove the car pool.”
    They were both laughing as they went through the metal detector. They collected their belongings from the dog food bowl on the conveyor belt and headed