Crazy in Love - Lane Hart Page 0,24

Lawson,” I tell him, walking over to shake his hand. Wow, Josie wasn’t lying. The man is blond and beautiful with a rugged edge that only makes him more appealing.

“You too,” he says with a wide grin. “So you’re the drinker?”

“Huh?” I ask.

“You drank the love potion or whatever?” he asks.

“Oh, yeah,” I answer, my shoulders slumping with the reminder.

“Trouble with the teacher you’re trying to bone in a week?”

“Lawson!” Josie chastises, swatting at his broad chest playfully.

“Yeah, it’s not as easy as I thought it would be,” I admit, going back over to flop out on the sofa.

“Right, and we have to help her,” Josie says to Lawson before she follows me back into the living room. She sits next to me and rubs my arm comfortingly.

“How? How are you gonna help me?” I ask.

“With advice and, you know, pointers on getting it in,” she responds. “So, when will you see him again?”

“Um, tomorrow morning in class, I guess,” I answer.

“Great! So we need to find you something to wear that will make him think about sex!” Josie says, practically bouncing.

“Short skirt,” Lawson says from the kitchen where he’s grabbing a beer from the fridge. “One of those ones with pleats, if you know what I mean.”

“What do you mean?” Josie asks with a raised blonde eyebrow.

“He’s a teacher, right? Gotta play on the naughty schoolgirl fantasy he’s bound to have had at least once in his profession.”

“You think so?” Josie asks.

“Oh yeah,” Lawson replies with a grin. “I’ve had that fantasy, and I’m not even a fucking teacher.”

“Okay, so I need a pleated skirt,” I say. “No hose?” I ask him.

“Jesus no! No panties either,” Lawson replies when he joins us in the living room, taking a seat in the chair. “Oh and throw on some really high heels like Josie wears,” he adds with a wink in her direction.

“You can borrow some of mine, but I don’t think I have any of those skirts,” she responds.

“You should both go shopping for one of those, like, right now,” Lawson suggests.

“Okay, genius, where does one find such a skirt?” Josie asks.

“Ah, duh, the sex shop,” he says.

“I can’t wear something from there to school,” I say in response.

“If you want to screw your professor you can,” Lawson replies. He makes a valid point.

“So, I need to dress slutty. What else?” I ask them.

“Blow him.”

“Lawson!” Josie exclaims after his vulgar suggestion.

“You want a man thinking about fucking, well, that’s the very best way.”

“Oh my God,” Josie says with a shake of her head, her cheeks turning pink. Mine are already well on their way to burgundy since all of this is so new to me.

“I, ah, don’t know how,” I admit. “Today was my first hand job, and I’m not sure how it was.”

“Did he come?” Josie asks with a snort. “If so, I’d say you did okay.”

“There’s really only one thing you need to do to pull off an awesome hand job,” Lawson says as he sips his beer.

“And what exactly is that?” Josie asks with her forehead scrunched in confusion.

“Use your mouth,” Lawson answers with a grin, making us both laugh.

“No, but seriously,” I say. “Where do I even start with all…that?”

“There’s no wrong way to suck a dick,” Lawson tells us. “Two steps. Open mouth, insert cock.”

“Ooh! I have a banana,” Josie exclaims before she jumps off the sofa and heads into the kitchen. I follow her, wondering what exactly she plans to do with a banana. She grabs one from a fruit basket, peels it, and then I find out.

“Usually, I start by licking around the tip,” she says before her tongue darts out and she flicks it over the rounded top of the fruit a few times. “Then I might run my tongue up and down the veins, teasing him a little. Be sure to use your hand to jerk him off while your mouth works him over.” She demonstrates those tasks with the yellow fruit. “When he’s good and worked up, I’ll start by sucking on just the head before working my mouth lower, up and down until I take as much as my gag reflex allows,” she explains. “Oh, and don’t forget to play with his balls in your free hand, you know, cup them, rolling them around in your palm.”

Lawson suddenly sweeps into the kitchen out of nowhere, scoops Josie up in his arms, and then they, and her banana, disappear toward the bedroom. “Meet you at Adam and Eve’s in about