Instead, it was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen.

Naimh stood with one hip cocked to the side and her arms folded beneath her breasts. The position compressed her big tits together and forward, making them practically spill over the top of her white long-sleeved wrap top that left her taut belly bare. The color made her copper red hair really stand out as it flowed over her shoulders. She also wore stonewashed denim jeans tight enough to look spray-painted on, and tan chunky wedged sandals that boosted her height a little closer to mine.

“Hey, you," my ex-girlfriend greeted me with a knowing smirk. She let her gaze rove up and down my body lustfully, eyeing me hungrily as if I were a piece of meat, and her tongue snaked out across her upper Lip for a brief moment.

“Nice to see you again so soon."

"Uh, nice to see you, too." A moment later, I added, "What are you doing here?"

Naimh shrugged and gave me a Cheshire cat smile.

“I traded places with your girlfriend today. Her idea, not mine, although of course I was happy to accept. I think she actually found her upper limit for how many times she could get fucked in a week. Sam turning the tables and using Matty Junior on her last night might've put her over the edge.”

I chuckled and briefly rewound my memory to the sight of Sam's platinum blonde hair flying everywhere as she jerked back and forth hammering the hell out of Alice's tight twat from behind. But I swiftly brought my mind back to the here and now as the rest of Naimh's words finally registered in my brain.

“Traded places... meaning?"

She smiled and spread her arms out wide. "I'm all yours today. Although to be honest, I'm not much of a video gamer."

I shook my head. "No worries."

“In fact, I had some alternative ideas for things we could do together, if you're interested."

I pursed my lips.

“If you think you can just show up on my doorstep, invite yourself inside, and have us fall into bed together, it's not gonna be that easy."

“I haven't invited myself inside,“ she pointed out, gesturing to her position still on my front porch.

“Actually, I was about to invite you outside."

I arched an eyebrow.

“Huh?”

She gave me that Cheshire smile again.

“Get dressed. Meet me out front.

I'm driving."

Naimh drove a beater Civic hatchback: cheap and reliable transportation for a teenager new to America. She was just happy to have any type of personal transportation, honestly. Plenty of kids we knew didn't have cars.

“Sorry it's not a convertible," she chided while I hopped into the passenger side.

It took me a moment to get the reference, but I smiled and replied,

“It's about the company, not the car."