III

The next day Steve felt Laurel up during the ending credits. Once the music was ended and the TV clicked off, she was in his lap, topless, grinding against his still-clothed pants while he sucked and kissed her delicate breast tip.

“Your landlady says we make a cute couple,” she mentioned. “I didn’t tell her that I’m just using you for your dick,” she teased. He moved his mouth to her other breast and gave the exposed wet nipple a light pinch with his fingers. “She also said something about you forgetting Houston, which is weird because I thought you said you’d always lived here.”

He undid her jeans and lifted her enough to let her wiggle out of them. “I had a girlfriend last year who moved to Houston,” he explained. “I was tempted to go with her, but, you know, it would have been a disaster.”

Soon, his pants were open enough for his cock to be free, and Laurel rode it, up and down. He tickled her sides while she came, which she told him was horribly, horribly unfair, but she still looked up at him appreciatively when he flipped her onto the couch and let semen fly across her naked body.

The patterns in the jizz regarding the matchbox car were mostly the same, but she noticed a few details that she hadn’t the previous day.

Laurel stopped by the pet food store again, as eager to see Dylan as the puppies.

“Bakugo’s gone!” She observed as she greeted the remaining puppies with her hands.

“Yup!” Dylan told her. “Family of five: Mom, dad, teen girl, ten-year-old boy, and a toddler.”

She stood and faced him. “Are they going to keep his name?” She normally wasn’t this brave with boys, but somehow the puppies gave her confidence.

He shook his head. “Sounded like they had their hearts set on ‘Dodger’.” She made a sour face.

They talked more - at first about animals. Dylan’s dad was a veterinarian for a number of the area’s farms and ranches, and Dylan had often helped him out. Laurel told him that she planned to go to veterinary school after college, but she wasn’t sure what sort of practice she wanted. He told her that he was considering joining the Air Force, but that his parents had insisted he work for a year before making the decision.

Laurel was surprised to receive a text from Tyler - the guy she’d had a disappointing date with, and whom she had then begged to give a blowjob.

Tyler: Hey. I know this sounds really presumptuous, but I can’t get that BJ out of my head. And I sort of got the impression you’d be willing to do it again? No strings?

Laurel: Sure! I’d like that!

Tyler: You’re awesome. Let me send you the address. Think you can come by this afternoon?

The address turned out to be a closed-down auto mechanic shop from which loud harsh music was coming. She opened the door and peered in. Tyler and his band were practicing. He set his guitar down and told the band to take five, and then approached her.

“Hey! What do you think?” He asked.

Laurel shrugged awkwardly. “I don’t really know anything about heavy metal,” she said evasively.

“I get it,” he chuckled. “Pretty much no one around here likes us. But we’re starting to build a video presence.”

“That’s ... cool,” she said, not sure what was going on.

Tyler laid on a sexy smile and brushed back his long hair. He had the looks and charisma to be a band frontman, for sure. “Look, I was sort of hoping you’d be willing to blow me while I sing.”