“No,” he mumbled. For a moment I wasn’t sure what he was saying to. I mean, who says no to a blowjob? Especially a teenaged boy.
“Okay. I can just give you a handy if you want.” I grinned at him.
Caleb rolled off me. “No. I don’t have time.” He got out of bed, much to my surprise.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to go mow the Hills’ lawn,” he said as he cast about for his clothes. But he had left them in the garage. Silly boy.
“What?” I didn’t believe him for a minute.
He had the good manners to not only look embarrassed, but to blush as well. “Yeah. Sorry. I know I made a promise to come over for our usual…but my parents offered my services to the Hills.”
I smirked because he made himself sound like a prostitute. I was also amused that he couldn’t call what we were doing a date, or
