“Okay, here goes,” she said, and started a side-to-side shimmy. At first, he thought Billy Joe wasn’t going to say anything, but finally, in a mousy voice, she said to Jason, “You can call me, Billy…if you want.”
Evan resisted the urge to ask if he could call her BJ, and wished Jason would ask ticket girl what her name was. “Ah, yeah,” she said. “I’m not sharing a double bed with you. What kind of mother did that make her? His face was buried in her crotch, and his tongue was plunging into her body. The inward slopes of her ass valley were the softest thing that had ever touched his face. He’d need to wet his mouth before trying to talk. John’s black SUV came down the driveway. Ticket girl said, “If I’m not grounded,” and smirked at her friend. Evan explained to Jason why that was the best spot to watch a race. The only thing better than this is fucking…”
“What’d you say?” Jason yelled. The air was crisp on her hairless pubic mound. “Enjoy the races,” she said, and pointed. Now the hamper was empty and her panties were in the washing machine.
