Once again, I turned in my barstool, to scan the room casually. I felt slightly guilty for doing it. She wasn’t late – I was early. But it was my impatience that had driven me out the door 20 minutes ahead of schedule. And I still couldn’t decide if I was disappointed or relieved there was no traffic to delay me. I ended up spinning all the way around, checking the entire room, wondering how much of a dumbass I resembled – which might’ve accounted for the grin on the face of the woman, who was suddenly sitting beside me, when I was once again facing the bar. It would’ve been hard to miss her too, since she was turned facing me, with her hands in her lap, an expectant look in her eyes. But the grin was what first got my attention.
It was certainly an amused grin, but there was more to it. I was actually most stunned by just how complicated a grin it was. Not returning it was simply not an option. In the back of my head I thought, do I hope this is Abbey, say something charming and witty to start the evening off right? Or do I play it cool and not find myself flirting with another girl when Abbey walks up? And if Abbey doesn’t have a smile like that, what then? That was a tough notion, given just how enchanting I found her words. It wasn’t so much I was worried she was unattractive; she was very pragmatic when she talked about her appearance. She wasn’t exactly down on herself; she just preferred a balanced approach to self-description. To her it felt disingenuous to only talk about your positive attributes. She did have one picture on her profile, but it was only a close up of her smiling lips. From that, you’d think I could tell if this sweet grin belonged to Abbey or not. But there’s a vast difference between a two dimensional, pixilated kiss, and the live experience. For instance, you could never capture the smile of this woman in a single frame. It would lose all dimension.
It occurred to me that, though the smile had shifted a few times, she hadn’t said a word yet, and it had actually been close to a minute since our eyes had met. Then a look passed across her face, which suggested the exact same idea had occurred to her. Her eyes dropped, and she smiled to herself, like she was too charmed to be embarrassed. Wow did that start my blood pumping too, when her eye lashes fell to her cheeks. In fact, I got a tiny bit light headed. Suddenly I was terrified to know this creature’s name, in case it wasn’t the one I was expecting to hear tonight.
“Jack?” She’d just suddenly looked up and blurted it out, though she’d kept a slightly cool façade over the gesture. I tried to be subtle as I sighed, but I doubt I accomplished it. Another grin confirmed my failure. In the back of my mind, all I could think was, please dear lord, do not let my voice crack.
“Abbey?” She looked like she wanted to laugh, and that confused me, but she quickly recovered, nodding her head in acknowledgement of her name. I wish I had a picture of my ridiculous smile when she nodded, so I could get a look at the dopiest version of myself. Thankfully she didn’t cringe away in fear, she only smiled brighter, and I started to wonder if I was drunk – on root beer.
“Hi.” She smiled shyly. I tried not to leap up, when she suddenly stood. But I settled quickly, when I saw her pick up the bar stool she’d been perched on, and move it closer. She settled back down, in a similar pose to before, and looked a bit like a student attending to a professor. Then she stuck her hand out, nervously but with definite resolve, “It’s nice to meet you, finally.”
I honestly don’t know what made me do it. I mean, when you think about it, unless you’re meeting some belle in a ball gown, and you’re wearing a tuxedo, it’s a cheesy-ass move. But regardless, instead of just shaking the offered hand, I took it, turned it over, and placed a soft kiss on the pulse point at her wrist. For a moment, I expected her to give me a mocking laugh. The reaction I got was much better. Her eyes blinked once, I heard her breath catch in her throat, and a small shiver moved through her. That was more than enough encouragement for me to keep her hand in mine, as I finally greeted her properly. “Hi Abbey, it’s amazing to finally meet you.”
She blushed, and the next thing I knew, a couple of hours had passed.
I couldn’t count the number of topics. Movies, books, politics, religion, everything you should and shouldn’t talk about on a first date. Given the length of the emails we’d been exchanging for a couple of weeks, I was a little surprised we had so many new topics to explore. We didn’t stop talking, even when the bartender came around to offer us more drinks. We would simply nod to him, or shake our head if we weren’t ready for another round, and he would move on. His look spoke clearly – when I managed to stop staring at Abbey long enough to notice – he had no desire to intrude on our little world.
Eventually, I realized how late it was getting, and I wondered if she’d noticed. I saw her eyes flick to the clock over the bar, and regretted the disappointment that her expression revealed. I decided to be bold, if for no other reason than to remove that look from her face.
“So, they’ll be closing down pretty soon.”
“Yep, so it seems.”
“It’s pretty late.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Are you tired?”
She smiled, clearly knowing where I was going. “I probably should be, but I’m not.”
I tried not to make my relief obvious, as I continued my leading questions, “I’d love to talk more, if you really aren’t tired?”
She laughed lightly, “I’m not tired.” I sensed she was about to say more, but I continued on, trying not to give her time to qualify that remark.
“I’d invite you back to my place, but my roommate is probably still up, studying for an exam he has to take for work next week. “
I waited patiently, letting her mull it over in her mind. When she finally answered, I knew that the look in my eyes betrayed how much I was counting on her response. It wasn’t the one I’d hoped for.
“You know, it is pretty late. I should probably get to sleep.”
My heart sank. It wasn’t necessarily that I was hoping for anything particular, if we’d gone back to her place. It was more that I didn’t want this night to end yet, and her reluctance left me a little self-conscious of whether she’d had as much fun as I had. Though, I had to admit, even to myself, that I was longing to kiss those agonizingly beautiful lips, in a fashion that wasn’t appropriate in any public place.
Suddenly she blushed, turning positively pink. Something odd tried to form in my mind, but it was brushed aside quickly when she gave me another dazzling smile, one seemingly intended to befuddle my senses. Maybe it was the slight chuckle before she spoke, that made it seem so. Either way, it worked. I was duly dazzled.
“It’s not exactly that I don’t want to. It’s hard to explain. But there are some things you need to know about me, before I’m willing to take that step. And I’m not quite ready to tell you those things. “My mind started racing through potential pieces of missing information; stalker ex, STD, some odd deformity, history of narcolepsy? She giggled. I had that nagging feeling again, that I was missing something, but she once again interrupted my train of thought.
“It’s nothing freaky, dangerous, or communicable, I can assure you. And yes, I am, and have always been, a woman.” She laughed, and I suddenly relaxed, following suit.
“Well I hadn’t thought of that last bit yet, but I guess the rest was written all over my face.” She gave a slight nod, though the corner of her mouth went up, as if there was an inside joke in playing in her mind.
“Jack, I probably should be more cute and seductive, or somehow play this up as some great mystery, but you know that’s not my style.” I mimicked her earlier nod, and she gave me a small smile, “I like you, a lot. Hell, I liked you before I ever stepped a foot in this place, and that feeling has grown exponentially in the last couple of hours.”
I wondered, bemusedly, if she might be blinded by the beaming coming off of my face. Whatever my expression was, it must’ve been amusing as hell, because she had to struggle not to laugh. I got self-conscious again, worrying that I really did look like a tool. A shadow passed over her eyes, and she seemed to be reacting quickly, to an inner reaction I wasn’t privy too. She smiled again, leaning in to kiss my cheek. I made a snap decision, and turned to meet my lips with hers. Inside my head I was screaming, “Please let her kiss me back.”
You hear about that whole, seeing stars thing, or hearing opera. I never thought that made much sense to me. I just couldn’t see hallucinations coming from a kiss, no matter how good it was. I mean, maybe a few hours of kissing, if you’ve both been ignoring your oxygen needs, I could see it. But from just one kiss? That’s just silly.
For a split second, she seemed to just take in the fact that I was kissing her. But suddenly, she was very sure of what was happening, and as she slipped her arms around my neck, and leaned into me… fireworks exploded behind my eyelids, I shit you not. No opera though. Instead, it was like I was suddenly in a vacuum. There was no sound, no music from the jukebox, no voices from the other patrons, no whisper of air moving around me. If Bose could patent this type of sound suppression, with a pair of headphones, they would make billions.
I’ve had kisses that took my breath away, but not the brain right out of my head. Suddenly a movie quote popped into my head. It was a movie an old girlfriend had made me watch one time. Not awful, for a romantic comedy. It had some really funny parts, and the actors were both good. It just trickled through my mind, as if my sense of humor was trying to bring my brain back into focus a little bit. “What is it about you that makes a man with a 147 IQ feel like a dribbling idiot?”
My brain was yanked sharply into focus, when Abbey’s face quickly dropped, and she giggled. If I hadn’t been so completely aware of her, in that moment, I might not have heard her say it. But as it stands, I did hear her whisper, under her breath, “You’re welcome, God.”
My eyes opened wide in shock, “What did you say?”
Her eyes rose to me in panic. She looked around, as if someone else had heard her say it too, and the whole room was staring in accusation. She looked absolutely terrified, and that surprised me so much that I almost forgot what she had said myself. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When her eyes opened again, a giant EXIT sign was flashing in them.
She leaned in, gave me a short but powerful kiss, and pulled back. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” And then she rushed out of the place so fast, something told me I should’ve been left spinning on my barstool. I sat there stunned, for exactly 3 seconds. Then I quickly tore out my wallet, dropped far more money onto the bar than the tab probably was, and headed for the door. I didn’t know what exactly had happened, but if I didn’t find out, I was going to spend the entire night agonizing over it. Plus, there was that odd little matter of her finishing the end of the movie quote that had started in my head. How the hell did that happen? That’s why I told myself I was pursuing her. But I knew all that was just an excuse. The truth was that I wasn’t ready to let go of her just yet.
When I got to the parking lot I could see her leaning her head against her car, as if she was trying to force herself to do something, and hadn’t quite managed it yet. I took a single step toward her, but I stopped dead in my tracks, when she looked up, directly into my eyes. There was resolve there, and fear, and longing, and remorse. It nearly broke my heart. Then she turned away quickly, walked to the front of her car, and sat on the hood. She waited there, with her head hanging, until I walked in front of her, and leaned against the tall fence that surrounded the parking lot. I debated if I should say something, but it seemed smarter to just wait for her to be ready to speak, so I kept silent.
“Actually, I was kind of waiting for a question, but I guess it isn’t really fair to expect you try to compile a question out of what’s rattling around in your head right now.” I gasped, and she looked up sharply, this look only of fear and remorse. “On the other hand, it’s a little more difficult than you would imagine, trying to explain this to someone, which is probably why I’ve never done it before. Though, in fairness to myself, the few times I’ve intended to tell someone, I ended up hearing something in that person’s head, which told me I couldn’t trust them with this information.”
My brain couldn’t yet process what she was telling me, so it settled on another thought instead. I wondered how many times she’d come close, been about to share her most guarded secret, about to reveal something that made her feel truly vulnerable, and been stopped suddenly by a thought that destroyed any chance of continuing on that path. How many fools had lost her over an errant musing? How many times had her heart been broken, just as she was about to give it?
“I can’t really say I’ve been keeping count, but it’s happened more times than I’d care to recall.” I had to struggle to keep my breathing even, not to hyperventilate. I had to stay focused on her face, on how vulnerable she looked right now, on how desperately I wanted those not to be tears in her eyes. She looked away quickly, dashing her hand across her eyes. It settled me far better than the tears themselves had.
I took a deep breath, walked over, and sat beside her on the car. She looked forward again, determined not to meet my eyes. I don’t know what made me do it, if it was some impulse to be absolutely sure of what she was telling me, or just a desire to speak to her in a way she couldn’t just brush aside like another unwanted tear. But whatever drove me, I consciously said, in my mind…
Look at me, please.
She closed her eyes, and her breathing sped up. Her shoulders slumped a little, and she looked slightly defeated. But at the same time, I could’ve sworn I saw another shiver pass over her. Suddenly I saw her again, as she’d been a couple of hours before, standing before me, my head coming up from her wrist, as her body trembled slightly.
Her shoulder shook for a second, as she laughed silently. Then she turned to look at me, and the fear had definitely diminished from her gaze. She tilted her head to the side, as though she were appraising me. Then she smirked, and raised an eyebrow, silently egging me on. I realized now what she was doing, and I smiled back. I tried it again, wondering how sharply I had to say the words in my mind, for her to understand them as a question.
“You did fine the first time.”
I laughed, and that relaxed her tremendously. So I figured I’d indulge my skepticism for a second. And while I was at it, gather some useful information.
What color are your eyes?
What’s your favorite flower?
“Calla lilies. They look so exotic and unspoiled.
I hadn’t asked you why yet.
“You don’t have to try, remember, you were already starting to form the thought in your head.”
Can you do this with everyone?
“Thus far yes, though it’s easier with some people than others, I don’t know why.”
Could you always do this?
“I was about 10 when I first was really sure it was happening. I would catch little things sometimes, and just imagine I was good at reading faces, or my mind was working along the same lines as the person I was talking to. And then one day, my dad took me to a magic show. And the guy was doing this trick with an audience member, and asked her to think about the card she’d picked from his deck. I found myself trying to hear her, to know what card she had, and suddenly I could hear her, and the magician, and my dad, and some of the audience members. I thought I was going insane for a little bit, until I watched the magician play out the trick, saying every move in his head before he did it, and I knew I was hearing exactly what he was thinking. There was no other explanation for it. After that, it didn’t take long to learn the ins and outs; to figure out how to filter the voices out, to listen to just one. “
“Amazing.” I was so floored, I couldn’t even be sure if I’d said that out loud or in my head. I decided to blurt out the next question as soon as it popped into my head, so she wouldn’t have time to fret over it in hers. “Do you do this on all your first dates?”
She looked down sharply, her breathing agitated. I didn’t need to hear her thoughts. The guilt was pouring off of her. I felt like a prick for saying it that way, for making her think that was an accusation, when it really was just an inquiry.
“It should be an accusation. I have tried not to, but then they’d get a look on their face, that made me nervous they were lying or hiding something, and I’d find myself checking. I justified it to myself, saying I was just being careful. I mean, a girl should use all the tools available to her right, to be safe when meeting strangers. But that was just an excuse, and I know that. When you come right down to it, it’s a shitty thing to do.”
“Well I still didn’t mean it as an accusation, and I don’t think it’s all that shitty. I mean, it is true, a girl can never be too careful in this day and age. Though, I kind of wish you’d stop. Not because I feel like you’re somehow violating my privacy, but just because I’m getting a little frustrated with seeing you look so destroyed whenever you perceive a negative reaction coming from me.”
She looked up quickly. I liked being able to surprise her. “That’s right, I said perceived. Don’t go putting thoughts into my head sweetheart.” She grinned at me, and rolled her eyes. “I won’t pretend I’m not in a bit of shock. This is a lot of information to take in, and my brain was already fairly well scrambled from that kiss.” She blushed furiously, and I found myself scooting closer. “But I’m not running away screaming either. I’m here, and at this moment, there isn’t one other place I want to be.”
She laughed, loudly. Within seconds, she was laughing so hard, she was holding her stomach. I knew I’d missed something, but I decided to enjoy the sound for a while, instead of asking for clarification. After a few minutes, she gasped out. “It’s amazing what people don’t even hear in their own heads.”
She looked up at me, and I was smiling bemusedly. “What didn’t I hear?”
She grinned, “You actually edited the word fucking out of the last thing you said.” I thought back for a second, replaying it, and realized she was right. What I’d intended to say was, “there isn’t one other fucking place I want to be.” I hadn’t even realized I’d censored myself, but I was suddenly relieved she wasn’t offended by the silent word.
“Oh don’t worry about it; I’ve been known to cuss like a sailor, from time to time.”
We were both laughing now, shaking in a fit of gaiety, and it felt so good I wanted to cry. She leaned over and nudged me with her shoulder, as if to make me stop thinking so much like a giddy school boy, falling in love for the first time. But before she could lean away, I pulled her close, turned her face towards mine, and kissed her. I’d caught her by surprise again, but this time I took complete control of the kiss. I held her face in my hands, coming off the car to lean her back against it more, and I kissed her until I couldn’t breathe. As soon as I pulled my lips from hers, we both gasped in oxygen, and I felt another surge of pleasure at the sound.
I quickly wrapped my arms around her, turned back around to lean against the car again, and pulled her tightly to my chest. She folded her hands together, behind the small of my back, and buried her face against my neck. My voice was hoarse, “So, was that a no to my request?”
She hesitated a second, until I replayed the earlier comment in my mind, and then she answered. “It’s not that easy to just turn it off. Once I’m focused on someone, it takes a second of conscious effort to disconnect. You haven’t given my brain a second to think, much less disconnect.” I chuckled, and she pressed tighter against me. “I will stop, if you want me too. Though sometimes it seems like you rather enjoy being able to put thoughts in my head.”
I pondered that for a moment, and then a thought jumped into my head, uninvited. I tried to squash it, but it blossomed so quickly, and so ardently, that I couldn’t stop it. It was an image of Abbey, sitting on the bar stool again, only she and I were the only ones in the place. I was standing in front of her, her legs wrapped around my waist. Her arms were over my shoulders, and her hands were tangled in my hair, as I kissed her passionately. She rocked her pelvis against me, and suddenly I was hard as a rock, and not just in my fevered vision.
Abbey gasped, and I was worried I’d shocked or frightened her, with such a blatant sexual urge. I held her more tightly – despite the stiffening she must’ve felt against her stomach – trying to banish the image from my mind. Her shoulders were shaking, and I was terrified for a moment, that she was crying. But soon the laughter was evident. She looked up at me again, shaking her head in bemusement. “Talk about a perceived negative reaction.”
It took me a second to realize what she meant, and suddenly her eyes blazed in front of me. I knew it must’ve been a reaction to my own. I wrapped my arms around her, and brought my lips to hers again. This kiss was different than the first two. There was no hesitancy, no shyness, and no inhibition. It was as if we both knew that this kiss meant something different, and we were both agreeing to that shift of focus. Within seconds, I had her pressed against the fence I’d been leaning on before. My hands were threaded through her hair, giving her no quarter to escape the onslaught of my mouth. Not that she showed any desire to escape. She wrapped her knee around mine, and her hands skimmed down to the tops of my thighs, pulling me tighter between her own.
Minutes passed, and neither of us seemed capable of pulling away. We devoured each other, our hands roaming anywhere they could reach, constantly trying to get closer, to fit our bodies together ever more tightly. Her hand had been pressed against the back of my neck for a while, but just as she moved it into my hair, a breeze passed by, making the hair stand. I was suddenly, painfully, aware of just where we were. And my only thought became, “If I don’t stop, I’m going to take her right here in this fucking parking lot.” She started laughing against my lips, and I quickly followed suit. Soon we were just draped around each other, her chuckling tickling the side of my throat, as I sighed against her hair.
“Can I assume that there are no other big secrets that are going to get in my way of dragging you home right now?”
She looked up at me, with a coy but bashful smile. “Well, I do have a sink full of dirty dishes.”
I grinned, like the famed cat who ate the canary – or perhaps more like the cat who is about to eat the canary. She closed her eyes and giggled again. I kissed each eye lid slowly and softly, and she sighed. When I pulled back, and she opened her eyes, I made a point of showing her that the grin wasn’t gone. “We’ll do them in the morning.”
She didn’t blush this time. She just gazed into my eyes, as if to say, “Do you see me arguing?” I immediately disentangled myself enough to step back, grabbed her hand, and dragged her to my car. She looked toward hers, but I just shook my head and kept moving. She got the message, though I wasn’t sure if she read it in my mind, or in my look. Either way, it made it clear; no arguments would be taken now. She’d agreed, and I wasn’t going to give her a moment to second guess the decision.
After I put her in the passenger seat, I quickly dashed to the other side of the car, and jumped in. I donned my seat belt, looked over and was glad to see she had done the same, and pulled out of the parking lot at a barely safe speed.
We continued that way; me calling out a request for directions in my head, and her answering out loud; until I pulled into her driveway. When I turned the car off, I closed my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. I was suddenly a little nervous. One wrong word, one wrong thought, and I could completely screw this up. I imagined all those stupid men, who had proven themselves unworthy of her trust. I couldn’t stand the thought of disappointing her that way. It only took a moment of this minor panic to turn into amusement. I turned to look at her, and a roll of her eyes confirmed she was well aware of what was running through my thoughts. I grinned apologetically.
“Hey, what can I say? It’s hard enough not to be self-conscious when you’ve met the most amazing creature in the world, and she wants you. Tack onto that, the fact that you can hear everything I’m thinking, even things I don’t realize I’m thinking, and it’s a daunting situation.”
She threw her head back a moment, shaking it from side to side, then her dazzling smile fell on me again, and I lost the plot. I reached out and pulled her over to me, taking her lips in a frenzy of need. She answered my frenzy with her own. In seconds she was straddling me in the driver’s seat, taking care not to beep the horn with her adorable backside, and grinding herself against me. I pulled her hips tighter against me, begging her not to stop, as we lost ourselves in the kiss. Soon I wanted to taste more than her lips. I trailed mine along her jaw, down to her neck, nibbling and kissing along the way. She gasped, wrapping her fingers in my hair, doing a little begging of her own. I graciously obliged. I kissed my way down to her breasts, feathering light kisses across the top of her blouse, as my hands maneuvered in from the south. I took a breast in each hand, pushing them up to meet my lips more fully. I firmly massaged her bountiful flesh, while I slid my tongue into the cleft between, making her moan loudly.
Once again I became conscious that this wasn’t the place to start, and if I didn’t pull away soon, we were both running the serious risk of public indecency charges. She giggled again, wriggling in my lap, clearly teasing my resolve to get her out of this car, and into the house.
Stop that, please.
“Are you really sure you want me to?”
Don’t be daft, of course I don’t want you to, but I need you to.
The only response I got was another giggle, and a little more wriggling.
You’re going to get me into trouble.
I pulled her lips back to mine again, scorching us both with the intensity. When our lips again parted, we were both panting.
We’re going to get the cops called on us.
She leaned in, and whispered in my ear, “My neighbors are mostly older, and safely asleep. No one is going to notice us.” Then she slid her hand down the front of me, to cradle my painful erection with her hand. I sucked in a breath between my teeth, and squeeze her ass tightly. She nipped at my ear lobe, before position her lips for another whispered comment, “Do you even know how badly you don’t want me to stop?”
I realized I hadn’t, until she’d pointed it out. Part of me wanted her to keep doing exactly what she was doing, and much more. Part of me wanted to just have her, right here, right now, and to hell with who saw us. It was a strange impulse, one I don’t think I’d ever had before. But her pointing it out made it even stronger. The desire was palpable. It was wrong, inappropriate, and certainly not the romantic way I had envisioned making love to her for the first time. But at the same time, we were both so charged with sexual desire, it seemed appropriate; a fiery experience, a dangerous game, a strange beginning to our sexual relationship. And it was just the beginning, of that I had no doubt.
She was grinding herself against me again, encouraging my thoughts to continue along this risky path, and I knew that I was toast. If she didn’t stop, I wasn’t going to be able to. If she didn’t give me a moment to think, she could have me any way she wanted me. Suddenly she was tugging slightly on my hair, leaning my head back, before she attacked my lips. She started unbuttoning my shirt, raking her nails lightly over my chest. And I knew, she’d realized her advantage, and she was taking it. I gave in.
I quickly pulled back far enough, to pull her shirt up over her chest, and she put her arms up so I could remove it entirely. While I began working, behind her back, on the clasp of her bra, she started undoing my belt buckle. There was no foreplay happening here. We’d already built up enough heat to fry us both. Now, it was just about getting to that moment as quickly as possible; that moment when I’d be buried inside her heat, at last. Suddenly she pulled away from me, and I whimpered. She cast me a quick grin, as she reached over to get her purse off of the floor. She put it between us, and I looked at her quizzically. She ignored my silent question, and dug through the bag until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a condom, and tossed the purse onto the passenger seat. I was amazed she had the presence of mind to think about it, but figured it was a good thing one of us had a few brain cells still functioning.
She chuckled, and then leaned up, again careful not to hit the horn. I took the opportunity of her temporarily braced feet, to hit the lever to recline my seat a little bit. I didn’t go all the way back; just enough to insure that pesky horn wasn’t going to be an issue. For good measure, I also hit the button to slide the seat back as far as possible. I finally realized that her temporary position adjustment was to remove her panties, and the blood rushed from my head. I was barely conscious of my actions, as I unzipped my pants, lifted my hips to slide them and my underwear down to my knees, and quickly opened and donned the condom. Her panties tossed by her purse, Abbey climbed back on the seat, positioning herself over my fully engorged cock. She had her skirt hiked up, giving me a lovely view of the strawberry blonde V, between her thighs.
I took my cock in my hands, lightly stroking it along her outer lips, feeling the dampness already dripping from her. She gasped, a shiver running up her spine, and leaned in to kiss me. I slid just the tip inside her pussy, letting her hover above me, as I nibbled along her lips. She knew I wanted to wait, to let the anticipation build for just a few more moments, so she didn’t bring her body down to meet me. I tasted her sweet lips, sliding my hands down across her breasts, kneading her flesh and causing goose bumps to follow in their wake. When I couldn’t take another second, I slid one hand up to her hair, and pulled her face to me, forcing her lips to open over mine. As I slid my tongue into her mouth, devouring her, and racking another gasp from her throat; I slid the other hand down to her hip, and forced her to impale herself completely on my aching member.
She nearly screamed into my mouth, but the scream was clearly not one of pain. She pulled her lips away, and I looked up at her. The flames in her eyes burned into me, as she began to work her way up and down on my shaft. I put both hands on her hips now, guiding her body, rocking her hips on mine because I could feel her throbbing clit against my pelvic bone. I kept moving her body to put pressure on it, and I could already see it was driving her wild. She threw her head back, pushing the hair out of her face, before placing her hands on my shoulders, to improve her leverage. She kissed me again, as she edged upward – never pulling far enough up to allow my cock to slip from her dripping pussy, and then plunging down on me again. I didn’t even realize that the sound I was hearing was my own gasping, until I saw a wicked gleam in her eye.
She started moving faster, and putting more force into her downward movements. I kissed my way down her neck, sucking hard on the spot where it met her shoulder, and biting there just hard enough to make her whimper. I held tight to her hips, helping her descend even harder onto my lap. Soon though, that wasn’t enough. Part of me wanted to slow down, to take some time to savor this, to draw out the moment. My brain was barely clear enough to realize she’d heard my desire, and was having none of it.
Suddenly she was plunging up and down on me, forcing my cock to slam into her with more frenzy, groaning each time I entered her again. I smiled. OK, if that was how she wanted it, I would give it to her. I planted my feet firmly on the floor, and started forcing my hips up to meet her thrusts. She started whimpering again, and I could feel her muscles clenching around me. I squeezed her ass cheeks tightly, giving as much weight to each moment as I could, struggling to go just a little deeper, to force every millimeter of myself inside of her. She met my efforts, begging for more with each descent, spreading her legs as widely as the confines of the bucket seat would allow.
I heard her breathing pick up, just before she threw her head back and let out a low moan. I leaned up a little, wrapping one arm around her hips, and sliding the other around the back of her neck. I wanted to taste the moans, and she obliged. I kissed her deeply, matching the thrusts of my tongue to the thrusts of my cock. She picked up speed, and so did I. I could feel her trying to pull her mouth away, to yell or groan, but I forced her to give me each, never letting her mouth go.
I could feel it building in her, as surely as I could feel her soft hair across my fingers. We both began to thrash wildly, driving each other mad with need. Then I felt her stiffen, felt the breath escape her lungs in a rush, as she cried out into my mouth. The muscles of her pussy suddenly squeezed me like a vice grip, and then began to spasm violently. I only drove into her harder, forcing the spasms and cries to continue for as long as I could. And then I lost control – I could feel her pulsing around me, as I came harder than I’ve never dreamt possible. This seemed to set off a fresh wave of pulsing in Abbey, and I held her hips tightly to mine, buried to the hilt in her heat, as we both let the waves crash over our bodies, racking more cries from our lips. It seemed to go on forever and for a moment I thought my heart would stop. I didn’t care. I had reached nirvana, and nothing could make me want it to end.
Finally, our breathing settled a little, and the pulses softened into lovely little twitches. I pulled Abbey’s head into my shoulder, and held her tightly, stroking her back. Every so often, another twitch would go off inside of her, which would set off a twitch in me, and we’d both sigh. I don’t know how long we sat there like that, running our fingers along expose skin, enjoying the thrill of each little ripple of sensation, where our bodies met.
I heard Abbey sigh again, just before she leaned up to look into my eyes. She started to talk. I wasn’t exactly trying to stop her, when I pulled her lips back to mine, for a tender and passionate kiss. I just had to taste her lips again. It was like a drug, and I was powerless to resist it. When the kiss eased into sweet little pecks of affection, she managed to finally speak.
“Thank you, “she whispered against my mouth.
“I think that’s my line.” I replied. She giggled.
“That’s not what I meant, but while I’m at it, thanks for that too.” This time I laughed, before kissing her again quickly.
“What for then?” I was slight amazed I could form coherent sentences, much less follow the thread of a conversation. She pulled back from my lips, and gave me a mischievous grin, that made it really hard not to just kiss her again.
“For not giving me a chance to turn it off.”
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