Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Tammy and I sat down on the blanket to wait. “What did you get?” She reached for the takeout bag.
“Tacos,” I said. I didn’t want to mention that I had been too shy to return to the diner after falling so hard for her. I told Polly that I didn’t want to date anyone and immediately began seeing Tammy. Not that I had been unkind or dishonest, but I felt like the truth might hurt Polly’s feelings. So I had opted for tacos instead of cheeseburgers, and I hoped Tammy would approve.
She dug into the bag with delight. “There was a taco stand across the street from my apartment building in Austin,” she said.
I nodded, pleased with my choice. We munched on tacos and watched the fishing poles. My pole rattled, and I leapt to my feet, leaving half of my dinner balled up in the tin foil. Tammy followed me, excited as I grabbed the rod and began to reel my catch in. At the same time, Tammy’s pole began to bounce, and I shouted for her to pick it up. Her face came alive with joy as she focused on her task.
“Easy, easy,” I cautioned.
She took my advice, frowning in concentration as she pulled on her line. My attention was torn. I wanted to watch her reel in her first catch, but my own fish demanded focus. I rocked my head back and forth as if I were watching a tennis match. A six-inch trout broke the surface of the water, dangling on my line. Tammy reeled hers back, fighting against a much bigger catch. I pulled my fish in, holding out a hand to steady its movements. With deft hands, I unhooked the barb from my fish’s mouth and tossed it back.
“What are you doing?” Tammy gasped, obviously watching my progress just as I had been watching hers.
I set my rod down on the blanket and went to help her. Standing behind her, I wrapped my arms around her arms to help draw the mystery catch in. The rod jumped in predictable ways, jerking in her hands as the fish struggled for dominance. I helped Tammy work with it, reeling in when the fish rested, letting out when it struggled. Together, we battled the rod and worked the line in until it lifted the beast from the water.
“Oh my gosh!” Tammy squealed, jumping in my arms. The fish was large, at least a foot long. She dropped the rod, letting me handle it, and twisted to look up at me. “Can we keep it?”
“What are you going to do with it?”
“Eat it, duh.” she said.
“I’d have to bring a cooler, I wasn’t planning on keeping any of them.” I said apologetically.
She pouted, twisting around in my arms to take up the line again. My cock responded to the movement, to the friction between us. I stifled a groan. She doubled down on the torture by wiggling her hips as she reached for the fish. I had to detach my arms from around her body or risk tangling the fishing line in a mad rush to get her naked.
Forcing myself to concentrate, I twisted the hook from the fish’s mouth and threw it back. We each cast again, setting the rods back in their divots, and sat down to finish our dinner.
“You said your dad taught you?” she asked, eyeing me over the sour cream and lettuce.
“Yeah, he used to take me down to this spot.”
“This exact spot?”
“Well, not this spot,” I backpedaled. “This spot is a little more private.”
“I noticed,” she purred.
“What did you do with your dad, if you didn’t go fishing?” I asked, finishing my meal.
“We used to go to baseball games,” she said.
“Did you play?”
“I played in junior high. Softball,” she clarified. “Did you play any sports?”
I shook my head. “My father tried to get me involved in football, but I wasn’t any good. I tried out for the junior high team, but I didn’t make it. Thankfully, he gave up after that.”
She reached for her soda. “It sounds like you have a turbulent relationship with your parents.”
I nodded. “I told my mom about you.”
“What did she say?”
“She said ‘be careful.’” I narrowed my eyes as if relaying a terrible message.
Tammy giggled. “Be careful about what?”
I shrugged. “She didn’t say, and I didn’t ask.”
“I suppose she thinks we’re going to have sex.”
I let that statement be. If I was lucky, the night would end up that way, but I didn’t want to jinx it.
“My parents died in a car crash two years ago,” she said.
“I’m sorry. That must have been so horrible.” I reached across the blanket to take her hand.
“Thanks,” she sniffed. “Even if your mom is annoying, try to cherish every moment you have with her.”
I nodded. “I do. I’ve been making a better effort. Were you with your ex at the time?”