Thread: A New Life (Lost Lamb & rpfiend_123)

For a few moments, he wondered if she'd storm out. Scream. Throw a tantrum. No, it appeared that, at least for now, she'd hit her limit of what all she would object to. Although the expected groan was added for good measure, Matt couldn't help but smile to himself as she entered and shut the curtain behind her. He left his position of leaning near the dressing room and sat on a stool a few feet away. He pulled out his flip cell phone and typed a text to his sister, his calloused thumbs clicking slowly at the 1-0 number pad Sophie made it here safe and sound. Getting her some new clothes that fit. Love you. snapping it shut, he tucked it into his shirt pocket and leaned back against the wall. Crossing one leg over the other, the jeans tugged tightly at his firm thighs. His wranglers tugging snugly at his crotch. Not that it was common knowledge around the town, only one or two women had been out with him, but the accomplishment of that denim to keep a package of his size at bay wasn't the least bit an easy one. It was this ever-present struggle that made the next few moments even harder. Glancing up from his phone, he noticed a crack in the curtain, his eyes flitting there instinctively, and getting a view of denim that quickly dropped down to the floor. His gaze followed. The small ring of blue plopped on the ground around her ankles, and they somehow looked even smaller off of her than they did being stretched by her ample rear. He swallowed hard. Don't do it. Don't look up. He repeated in his mind. Quickly, he lost the inner battle and he shot his line of sight up the gap in the curtain. He could make out a patch of tan, a patch of leopard, another patch of tan and a small strip of matching lacey leopard print. His mind could fill in the blanks where her curves teased through the small slit. Breathing heavily, he snapped his head away, down to his lap. Shit. having to reach down now, and adjust the slowly hardening member in his pants, he uncrossed his legs and tugged it to rest down one of his thighs. It was at this moment that he heard the curtain open and he looked up quickly, not registering the first half of what he said. Uh wh.. yeah.. I mean, no.. Looks good. You don't have to try on the rest. Just get em and bring em up to the counter with you. He said quickly, standing up and turning to head toward the register. At least the tall racks of clothing would hide his otherwise noticeable problem while he walked it off. He stood up at the counter, making small talk with Julia while he waited on Sophie to return. Just put it all on my card. He said, slapping it on the counter when she did come up with the items. I know your mom gave you some spending cash and all, but for stuff like this, I'll get it. I don't like handouts. his tone suggesting that it was a conversation he'd had with her mom previously. Before long they were back in the truck and at the house. It had grown late in the afternoon, and too dark to work. He was honestly just glad to get through the first day. He went to his room and changed into some grey sweatpants and a white vneck tshirt that was able to show off the small rippling details of his chest and stomach. Hey Sophie. He said loudly up the stairs, We've got an early start tomorrow so I'm gonna hit the hay. If you need to use the bathroom any time you're more than welcome. Settling into bed with the side table lamp on, he popped open a book he'd been reading on the Civil War. It was to this reading that he'd be able to doze off early, ready for the rooster to wake him in the AM.