On His Face - Tabatha Kiss Page 0,99

and groggily hoists herself out of the car. She shuffles across the grass, limping slightly on her left foot, while Heidi and I slowly walk together hand-in-hand.

“Remember, guys...” Jenna says as we follow her inside, “what happened at the birthday party...”

“Stays at the birthday party,” we repeat.

“Good.” She takes a few steps back, her eyes laser-focused on our faces, before spinning around and limping to her bedroom.

“I’ll grab us some towels,” Heidi says as she releases my hand and makes her way down the hall to the bathroom.

I pause, overwhelmed by a sense of deja vu. Sure, things have changed — a lot has changed — but standing here soaking wet in Heidi’s living room on the night we met will always be a cherished memory. Just like before, I walk down the hall to her room. I look up and admire the drawings on her wall. Family, friends, celebrities, and now me. She’s so fucking talented. I could stand here all day looking at these.

Five Goals for a Perfect Freshman Year.

I pick up the canvas as Heidi walks in with a few dry towels. “So,” I say, “have you made any progress on your goals?”

She smiles. “A little.”

I hold up the canvas and clear my throat. “Learn a new life skill,” I read aloud.

“Check,” she says as she closes the door behind her.

I perform a check mark with my finger. “Get a tattoo.”

“Check.”

“Pay off my car.”

She hesitates, then gives in to my rising smirk. “Check.”

I mark it off. Then my smirk falls. “Enter the Art Fest. Win.”

“Technically? Check.”

I move on. “Fall in love with a stranger.”

Heidi steps closer with a furrowed brow, feigning a few moments of hard thought. “Well, there was this guy from my art class,” she says.

“Oh, yeah?” I ask, genuinely interested.

“Yeah. He, uh...” She presses her lips together. “He was the model, actually.”

“Was he handsome?”

“I thought so.” Her eyes roll. “Jenna thought he looked like a total prick.”

“Some guys just have that face, I guess.”

“I really liked his face.”

I set the canvas on the desk. “What did you like about it?” I ask.

Heidi looks down as she pinches the bottom of my t-shirt. “He had these amazing green eyes,” she says. I raise my arms, letting her peel my shirt off my damp skin. She drops it to the floor. “And sharp cheekbones. Thick lips, but not too thick.” She tilts her head in for a kiss that never connects. “But what I liked the most about his face?” She pauses, extending the moment. “I liked the way it felt when I came on it.”

I quiver as I slide a hand beneath her blouse. “You liked that, huh?”

She hums in response. “The way he used his nose against my clit as he fucked me with his tongue,” she whispers. “I could grind on that jaw all night long...”

Holy fuck.

Corrupted little Heidi Newbury.

“Where did you really learn to talk like that?” I ask.

She laughs. “You don’t want to know.”

“Please don’t say my sister’s books.”

She laughs again. Well, I guess that’s my answer.

Thanks for the assist, big sister.

I pull her shirt up over her head, revealing the tight, black bra beneath. Her cleavage shimmers, her skin as wet as mine, and I salivate just imagining the taste of her. Our lips come close to touching again, but we don’t dare. Not yet. We hold back, knowing that just one kiss won’t be enough.

“So, that’s it?” I ask with a whisper against her cheek. “You had the perfect freshman year?”

Heidi smiles as she unzips my jeans. “I don’t know,” she teases. “It could always get better...”

“It’s only November,” I say as I push her zipper down, too. “You’ve still got until May.”

“That’s true.”

My jeans fall to my ankles. I kick them away as I push hers down, firmly reaching around to cup her bare ass. I pull her against me, my erection tucked upward between us. She gasps, reacting to my girth as it presses into her belly.

I smirk. “In the meantime, are there any other life skills I can teach you?” I ask as I guide her to the bed. “Or is there another first you want to check off?”

Her golden eyes shimmer as she sits down, her glorious body on display. Her wet bra sticks to her skin, making her nipples pop in the most delicious way. “Perhaps...”

My cock twitches in anticipation. “Well, don’t leave a guy hanging like that.”

She chuckles, biting her lip as she looks up at me. “I did something,” she says, purposefully