8
Maddie
After our first kiss, I was having trouble keeping my hands off him. He helped me into his truck and then, with him on the ground and me in my passenger seat, we wound up making out again before we even got out of the parking lot. Then I found myself creeping across the cab to be closer to him and attacking his face at every red light. The guy behind us had to honk more than once to alert us that the traffic light was green. Luke seemed too good to be true. He was funny and sweet. He was attentive and interested. And he was so hot. For the record, habanero hot.
Luke appeared to be as taken with me as I was with him. Of course, there was a little part of me that was thinking, he’s a dude. You grabbed his dick in public. What dude wouldn’t be into that? BUT... he also seemed to care about my history and my passions. He even asked me what my favorite color was. Blue, duh. But also, why would he care what my favorite color was unless he really wanted to know me, like really. I wasn’t used to letting people in. I wasn’t used to people being interested in me. That was not one hundred percent true. I had a mane of blue hair. People looked at me, made assumptions that I was cool, and wanted me as their token alternative friend. But beyond that, I didn’t often sit across the table from a man who wanted to know me. It was one thing to go on a date with him when I thought we were just having fun. But even though not being able to keep my hands off him was so fun, it was also starting to feel like more than just fun, for both of us.
When we pulled up in front of my house, he put his truck in park and I felt a little stymied. There was a big piece of me that was like, Ahoy, sailor. Why don’t you come inside and let me show you the pleasure dome? But there was also this other piece of me that was freaking the fuck out. I was quiet, working on finding some appropriate balance in this situation. Like how did I explain myself? I couldn’t just come out and say, Hey, listen, I was so totally thinking we were headed towards dancing the forbidden polka, but you’re so cool that I’m emotionally strung out and wishing my sixth-grade teacher was here to chaperone. I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want to go to bed with him and then wake up tomorrow and it was all over.
Luke spoke first. “Maddie? You okay?”
Shit, he was totally going to think I was crazy. I was practically humping him at red lights and now here we were in front of my house, a perfect place for making whoopie just steps away and I’d totally clammed up.
So far, he was always honest with me, so I figured I’d follow his lead, “I feel... nervous. I know I’ve been giving you gung-ho take me right here, right now signals all night, but...”
I paused, trying to think of the most diplomatic way to get my point across.
“But now you feel like it’s a little too much too fast?” he asked.
I nodded.
“That’s okay, Maddie. I’m really enjoying sucking face.” He was so silly, like me. I liked him so much. I wasn’t ready for him to leave.
“So… I was thinking... You wanna come in, suck face, and maybe tweedle my dee?”
He didn’t answer me. He just jumped out of the truck and ran for the door, bouncing like a leprechaun and screaming, “WOO-HOO!” as he went.
* * *
“Wigs,I get it. It's a rough night for you. Some strange guy is macking on your woman and no one is loving you. But I gotta tell you, you’re not winning any favors. You gotta get your butt out of my face, buddy. It’s really squelching my game.”
I giggled. We were spooning in my bed. It had to be five AM. We’d been up most of the night, talking and grinding and dry humping. It was a real straight out of your high school playbook kind of a night. Luke was torturing me. He hadn’t made a single attempt to get into my jeans, and while I didn’t want to go to bone town, I wanted his fingers circling my clit.
“What time is it?” he asked, “I think I have to go soon.”
I pressed my tush back into his crotch. “So soon?” I whined.
“Hmm…” He dipped his head down, lavishing my neck with wet kisses. “Trust me, I’d stay if I could, but my brothers will be all over my ass if I keep them waiting on me.”
He was hard, pressing against my backside. I rolled my hips against him and then said, “I kind of like you over my ass, right now.”
He snickered. “That was a terrible segway.”
I pretended to be offended, “Shut up. You loved it. You think I’m the funniest, sexiest woman you've ever met.”
In complete seriousness, he said, “I do.”
My heart leapt in my chest.
He made no move to leave. Instead, he started kissing my neck again. I moaned and pushed back into him, rutting my hips more and more desperately. He slipped his hand up, palming my breast. My nipple puckered instantly. It had been that way all night. My body responded to him as if he was issuing commands. Wherever he touched, compliance and pleasure followed. I wasn’t alone now; he was breathing heavily in my ear and thrusting his hips in rhythm with mine.
“I was thinking,” he said, his hand moving slowly down over my ribs, past my belly button, grazing the button of my jeans, “before I go…”
“Yes.” I was way too eager. “Oh my god, yes.” I even moved to unbutton my jeans for him. And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity of the most delicious torture ever, his fingers slipped under the elastic of my panties. I knew what it was like down there, it was a goddamn rain forest.
As he slipped his fingers into my seriously humid situation, he made a sound, a deep guttural sound—an animal in heat sound. “Jesus, Maddie, not today. But I want to be in here.” He pushed his own force of nature against me as punctuation. “You’re so wet.”
I was so wet.
He bit my shoulder just right, and electricity shot through me.
I’m not quiet. Some women are quiet. If you ask me, no one is naturally like porn. But I’m one of the few that moan the whole way through, not scream. I pant and coo and cry out. And I was babbling, bursting, and breathing all kinds of little noises. I couldn’t control it. Every circle of his fingers had me humming with pleasure.
He loved it. “Fuck, Maddie, these little sounds. You’re gonna make me mess my pants.”
His words brought me back to the feeling of his cock pressed against me. Everywhere, muscles tightened.
“That’s it, baby…” he breathed against my ear. “Come for me.”
And I did.
Let me just say, it was a double whopper, a toe-curling, heart-pounding, skin-flushing, teeth-numbing orgasm, with a big fat capital O.
When I came down from seeing stars, I flipped over so I was facing him and said, “Wigs, is so never talking to you again.”
“Doesn’t take well to legit competition, huh?” He tucked a blue strand behind my ear.
We were so close, our faces inches apart.
“I had such a good time tonight,” he said.
“Me too.”
“Can I see you later?” he asked.
I nodded.
“After work?”
I nodded again.
He kissed me. First my lips, then my forehead. “I’ll be counting the minutes.” He stood and I went to get up too. “No,” he leaned over to kiss me one more time. Then he said, “Get under the covers and get some rest. I’ll see you later.”
“Good.” I smiled.
After he showed himself out, I lay in my bed, giddy and glowing. Wigs showed up, head-butting my hand looking for love. I threaded my fingers through fur, waiting for the purr.
“Guess what, Mr. Wiggles?”
He didn’t answer but he rammed his little skull against my fingers a second time.
“Mama’s got a boyfriend.”