The Compartments 8

She covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! Is he gonna say anything?”

“No no no, it’s fine. He’s a buddy and I saved his ass more than a couple of times. He will be cool. But, he did want to meet you. Said he wanted to meet the woman who could thaw out the ‘Iceman’, meaning me.”

“Oh! Well… okay. But I don’t want him to cut into too much of our time together.”

“No, I sure don’t either. I’ll figure something out.”

Cheryl came back with two scoops of Neapolitan ice cream and the check. I inwardly cringed at the $3.87 bill, even with the free ice cream. That was lunch for the next three weeks. Ouch.

“What’s that on the back, Johnny?”

I smirked as I turned the check over.

“It’s a phone number.”

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A film of sweat covered each of our bodies despite a ceiling fan blowing over us. Maggie had cum three times and I had one under my belt. Maggie licked my chest, then down my stomach, collecting some on her tongue and swallowing it.

“I love how you taste, Johnny. All of you.