Dirty Brats Volume 7

Get a taste of what’s inside …

When we finished eating, Mindy pushed her chair back and stood up. She adjusted her dress and then said, “I’m going to the restroom.”

I nodded and watched her walk away, admiring her firm ass. Shaking my head, I wondered if she had felt the same burning I had when we kissed. I was old enough to know it was the fire of lust. I wanted to fuck her and fill her with my seed. The problem that I could see if that happened was how the dynamics of our relationship would change.

Would she still want to be around me? Or would she hate me? Or, hopefully, would she want to keep fucking me? I sat back in my chair and pondered all that and more.

My phone dinged with a message. I reached into my pants pocket and withdrew it, then entered my code to unlock the screen. It was a text from Mindy. My heart sunk into my stomach. Was she too upset to come back to the table? I pressed the message icon and read her text.

I’m waiting.

My brow furrowed in confusion. I texted back: Waiting for what?

A few seconds later, she replied.

For you.