#Chapter382
We get out onto the street and the doorman, holding the door for us, motions to the yellow cab sitting patiently on the curb I asked him to have waiting for us. I lead her out to the open the door for her, unable to resist whipping that lollipop out of her mouth as she gets in and sticking it in my own with an evil smile. Teasing Sophs is still the highlight of my life and I doubt it will ever grow old. I love her reactions and the ability I have to do it any time I want. I suck it a little and it tastes of strawberries and her, well the memory I have of kissing her and the stirrings in my groin only get stronger. I curse myself and have to redraw on my naked Nate, to once again bring it back down.
The memory of how she tastes haunts me already, but this reminds me of how sweet she is. How much I want to taste her over and over and it only strengthens this plan I have forming, of getting fully drunk and seeing where this goes. Tired of all this shit.
