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Double Entendre

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.Layla.

To my utter disappointment, I didn't see my handsome stranger outside his house that morning. I even slowed the pace of our walk to painfully slow, hoping to see him come out in time. When he didn't, I sighed and shook my head before picking up the pace for the rest of the walk.

I opened the gate at the park and unhooked Lenny's leash, letting him romp around a bit while I followed. There were only a handful of people here at this hour on a weekday. I watched as Lenny lifted his leg on several bushes before making his way over to an adorable little tan pit who was rolling around in the grass. I jogged up to them to make sure there would be no humping funny business, smiling at their cute interaction. I knelt down and rubbed her belly.

"What's your name?" I cooed.

"Sunny," came a deep, raspy voice. "We are working on the name, though."

I looked up to find the source, and almost choked. It was my handsome stranger from Wallace street. He was even more attractive close up. He had soulful green eyes, and those full, pouty lips were even better than I remembered. They were set in a lazy smirk, and I could see his perfect teeth behind them. He raked a hand through his hair and knelt down next to Sunny, mere feet from my face.

"I..." I began. Shit! Pull it together and at least pretend not to be a wanton slut. "I think it's a cute name! It suits her."

He smiled at me before extending his hand. "I'm Carl," he said in that sexy voice.

I smiled back and shook his hand. "Layla. And this is Lennon, or Lenny for short," I gestured toward the big goof seated next to me.

"He's a handsome boy," Carl said as he let Lenny sniff his hand. "I'm surprised a little thing like you can handle such a big boy."

I smiled and looked at the ground. That sentence definitely registered differently in my mind, and part of me thought he meant for it to. 

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.Carl.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She's here. We're talking. And I'm already at it with the thinly-veiled double entendre. Smooth, idiot.

"I don't mean-" I started, trying to recover before I had her running for the hills. "I mean, I'm sure you can handle big boys." What?! "Fuck. Okay, not much better the second time."

She laughed, no doubt at my complete and utter stupidity. "I can handle them," she said, looking me straight in the eyes. I thought my dick might bust through my shorts.

She smiled as she stood up. "It was nice to meet you two. I'm sure we'll run into you again." And with that, Layla and her dog walked over to the open field and began tossing a ball around.

I didn't realize I had been holding my breath. I exhaled loudly and looked down at the little dog at the end of my leash. "Best $100 I've ever spent," I smiled at her.

I tried not to be too weird as I walked Sunny around the park, never taking my eyes off of Layla for more than three seconds at a time. She'd look over at us periodically, and each time I got worse at acting casual. I was engrossed in her every move. The way her hips swayed, the way her ass bounced, and the way her boobs strained against the zipper of her sports bra. One quick zip and I'd have them in my hands, in my mouth...whoa. Slow your roll, perv.

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.Layla.

Oh my god. I had to walk away for a little bit. It was all I could do to avoid jumping him like a dog in heat. He started in with handling big things, and I almost lost my shit. I can't even believe I managed to come up with a reasonably smooth response. Clearly that part of my physiology reserved for mating has some secret weapons. I couldn't even censor what came out of my mouth around Carl. It made me a little afraid of what else I wouldn't be able to control around him.

I tried to play it cool as Lenny and I played fetch, but I could feel his eyes on me. The rush I felt from that was unreal. I had to find a way to talk to him again without seeming desperate. He and Sunny were walking around the perimeter of the park. I called Lenny over and led him to a bench along the path, under the pretense of needing a break. I knew Carl would have to walk past.

I tightened my ponytail and wiped a bead of sweat from the back of my neck. I nonchalantly looked through my phone as I saw the little tan puppy come into my peripheral vision.

"Tired already?" I heard his voice.

I looked up and grinned. "Feeling a little hot," I replied, deciding to play the game he'd started earlier.

"Tell me about it," Carl smirked. He gestured at the open spot on the bench. "Do you mind if we join you?"

"Not at all," I replied, my pulse quickening as I felt him inches from me. I could smell his cologne. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, but inappropriate thoughts were immediately there, and I opened them. Carl was grinning at me.

"I haven't see you around The Yards," he began. "I've lived here my whole life; I know I'd remember you."

I tucked a stray hair behind my ear. "I just moved in. I go to U of C, and had to find a place off campus for Lenny and me."

I could see his eyebrows raise.

.....

.Carl.

University of Chicago?! Ok, not only was Lip right about her being a college girl, she was a fucking smart college girl. Damn. Even more out of my league than I could have imagined.

"That's dope," I replied. "Welcome! I am just coming back after graduating from military school down south."

Layla smiled. "Just finished high school, huh? Are you eighteen?"

I gulped. Holy shit. This girl is asking if I'm old enough to do bad things to her. "In two months," I practically croaked out. "But don't let my age fool you. You grow up pretty fast in the hood."

Her grin widened, and she shifted a little. "That's good to know."

Christ. "So, uh, where are you from? I assume a smart U of C girl like you would have to come from somewhere else," I joked.

Layla laughed. "North Side. Edgewater."

"No shit!" I smiled. "I didn't know snow bunnies like you came this far south on the Red Line! Thought you hopped off before you got to the numbered streets."

Layla giggled, lightly swatting at me. "Hey! I may not be South Side, but I'm still a city kid. I've learned a thing or two too, you know," she purred.

I felt my smile widen. If it was possible to be more attracted to her, I was. Banter with a sexy, smart chick? Schwing!

We swapped crosstown stories and knowledge, and after a while she glanced down at her phone.

"Oh shit! It's three o'clock!" Layla cried. "Geez, Carl, I didn't mean to keep you all day."

"Damn! Hey, it's more than okay!" I laughed as the two of us stood up. Oh, baby girl, if only you knew just how 'okay' this was.

She smiled shyly at me as we awkwardly tried to figure out how to leave things. "Can I give you my number?"

Yes! Fuck yes! "Sure, that'd be tight," I managed to say relatively smoothly. I opened the contacts app and passed her my phone.

I watched her program her number in before handing it back to me. When our hands brushed again, I swear she lingered a little bit. I was paralyzed as she leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"It was nice meeting you."

Yes, yes, yes. Oh, fuck, I needed to get back to my room. You'll be there soon enough, baby.

"You too," I choked out. She smiled at me before turning around and heading for the park gate. I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave, I sang in my head while her hips swayed back and forth.

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